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Hey there! I’m so glad I got a good feedback on my little character called Twilight Zone! I’m also glad how y’all love Gazerbeam interacting with her as well. As of right now I’m building up her profile so y’all get to know her much more and how she looks like.

I’m actually in the talks with some artists who are willing to help me out and make her alive out from drawing! So that’s so insanely exciting. I’m not really much of artist so it’s so lovely to see people interested to draw her up.

As of right now thought I’ll continue to build on her profile.

Twilight Zone will see you soon :)

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pairing: Gazerbeam x Female!Oc

word count: 2,112

summary: although starting as a superhero is difficult to manage with powers that are a bit unique, it's harder to come up with a name for your superhero self. While being out in the city, there was enough time to brainstorm, with a little help from another super.

a/n: I've gotten a little into the Incredibles lore, and now I'm insanely obsessed with it, as well as all the NSA files on the supers. The lore has so much potential, and I couldn't help but dip in and make an original superhero. It would be cool to write more of her, as well Gazerbeam (I love him so much), but for now, I loved writing this small excerpt of them both. (ahem also main oc is Mexican-American so she’s poc thank you!)

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My fingers play off from the dust of particles of stars falling through each finger I had poked out. They’ve fallen short to be colorized and flowing to my other hand, as I continued off feeling the rhythm each speck of light had shown through my powers. My legs were crossed as my whole body was levitating off from the ground, my hair floating a little out of no gravity and the wind being pushed so late at night. By then I can see the light shades of blue showing up in the sky and appearing more slowly as the stars arrive.

The city never sleeps, therefore the supers are never in slumber. There was always a hint of danger and crime somewhere in the street. It becomes a game to see how many thieves you can catch in one night, or can you knock out a criminal with just one single punch. It makes the nights less long and dreary, especially how quiet it gets sometimes. For how the city never sleeps, it has its moments of silence in peace. A peace that, of course, never stays too long.

I hopped onto another balcony to another, making sure I wasn’t falling too much into boredom. There was also the practicing; my powers were still new and off from space, not literally but quite figuratively—well if you think about it.

My brain fumble for any kind name for my “heroic” persona. I was a rookie and I was only able to get the handle of the powers a couple days ago. Sometimes my telekinesis powers can be a handful and can have a mind of its own. Earlier today though, it seemed as if my powers could be a reflection on my subconscious hidden emotions or at least mirror them.

So, if I get angry or at least in some way triggered by someone or a thought, I can accidentally throw a person without thinking, which isn’t the greatest if you come to think about that.

Besides that my hallucinations were my best. A ladies skill is never one to comply and reply but rather lie and deny. Many have mind control but my power isn’t to follow through the rules but rather break them. A person's brain and emotions are the most vulnerable pieces, it’s easy to break access through it and find information to tear them apart from the inside. Find their worst fear and they will only be able to see it for the next fifteen minutes. Hallucinations are almost a performance but it’s still in the works to perfect them. I was still a rookie still fidgeting around and creating small stars and spirals with my mist from my powers.

Yet I continue to bump into multiple supers, all wanting me to join their NSA organization that’s meant to protect and support the supers. After the war, I assume they want the best of the best to help the government and protect the people. I love the idea and the comfort with it but powers like these become a bargain to not lose or limit.

Also, it was the government. Their reassurance was needles in haystacks.

All the supers all meant well, though some had left a shiver on how powerful and manipulative their powers can be if used in the wrong manner. They were all humans just as I was. Humans are damaging enough by itself: creating them to have strange superpowers was almost like atomic bombs set to fire. They seem to have their head on their shoulders, at least some.

I jump and levitate off the roof of a skyscraper building, rolling off to a sighting of the city before my eyes. With a short fuse in my mind, I let the gravity sink back in and my feet land on the ground.

“Flying huh? Didn’t expect that one.”

I shuffle a bit and turn around alert, my arms are out while my powers brew out of the palms of my hand. Only to recognize the helmeted man in his black and blue suit. I let my arms fall on the sides of my body as a small sigh escaped from me.

“It’s not flying, I only levitate,” I said.

“And manipulate people,” He took a couple steps, the shadows casting over him. I caught the light shimmering of his silver initials on his helmet, GB.

Gazerbeam.

“Psychwave does that, not me.”

“But you do have the tendency to mess with their brains with the hallucinations you practice.”

His voice was composed and stoic but there was that small quirk tightness on his smile.

“They’re criminals at least, there’s no harm in doing that. Besides, you have laser eyes that can instantly kill someone through the skull.”

“That’s what job gets you to do.”

“The government you mean?”

“I work for the government, therefore the job I accepted is the work I’ll get done to do so.”

I let myself grin a little but I held it back.

Gazerbeam didn’t give a single glance at me and he took a few more steps to take in the sight of the city up on the roof. For how little I knew of him, all I knew he never took the chance to really look at someone. Maybe once or twice but it never lasts long, as if he feared if he did stare too long. I never really questioned it. He was a quiet man overall.

Out of everyone, he seems like he was never intended to be a superhero, rather the superhero life choose him. His eyes were always covered and his demeanor was always so serious compared to the others. He meant no funny business and by literally, there was no funny bone in his body. I’ve seen Mr. Incredible try to spur out some funny jokes for him to laugh at but all of it falls flat instantly as Gazerbeam gives him the tilted dog confusion and frown. Funny enough it had made me laugh instead since he always looked so stumped.

“What are you even doing here? You know out of everyone I didn’t expect you to be a night owl,” I broke the silence as the two of us stared at the nighttime of the city.

“Why’s that?” I can almost imagine his eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know, you just seem the type to be up in the morning more than in the middle of night.”

“…it depends. I don’t really stay up too late unless there’s no supers doing their routine duties or there’s more crime occurring. I do enjoy my mornings more than in the nights, but I also hate having to deal with crime with so early especially since the frustrating ones are always up in that hour but I do have to say—“

“So morning or night person?” I interrupted him and gave him a glance, his face still directing to the view.

“…I'm an afternoon person.”

“Mm, good one.”

Gazerbeam took a silent pause but spoke up.

“I’m assuming you're a night person since you’re up this hour.”

“No, I just never sleep.”

It falls silent realizing he might’ve not picked up on the dry sarcasm lace in my words but I cleared my throat, quite awkwardly so.

“Yes, yes I am a night person,” I sheepishly grin.

Gazerbeam nodded along and we both continued to let ourselves daze off. I finally return to my initial thought of thinking of a super name for myself.

My eyes averted to my hands as I raised both of them, a light of collective colors beam through and celestial stars came in with spirals, that if you look too closely, you get hypnotized. It was like an old television set, flickering colors into black and white.

My hands cupped and concentrated. All supers have such good names, sure they all had their little silly puns and jokes that came with a punch line but somehow nothing stuck by me.

‘Maybe star girl, since you know, powers have tiny sharps of stars throwing—even though they fall’, I could hear Gamma Jack stupid statement today.

‘How about… celestial flame? Celestial blaze? Oh! That sounds good. Only you gotta tell people I came up with that. I mean, come on, a name like that you can’t refuse,’ Frozone proudly said. As if I was giving him any slight recognition. It was a cute name but it didn’t fit quite so well and didn’t fit right as I spoke it out for myself.

I clasped my hands and my power was put out. Gazerbeam slightly moved his head, taking in the slight frustration building from me.

“I hate this. I wish people would just pick out a name for me, but I know I wouldn’t like any of them,” I muttered.

“It would be nice to put a name on your face. We can’t keep calling you the space rookie.”

“I know I just—wait a damn minute, you guys are calling me what now?”

I sent half glare at Gazerbeam but he held his hands up out of defense.

“Blame it on Mr. Incredible.”

“Why space rookie? And why is it space?”

“Your powers are…” Gazerbeam trail off but he thought intently. “They’re unearthly . Very much supernatural. You can say all of the supers are, but yours have a tinge of naturalism of fictional aliens.”

I knitted my eyebrows but he continued off.

“It’s unique but can be intimidating, especially how well you can go far with the powers you have. Your powers were meant more than to rescue people but to bounce in dimensions to rescue more than just beings. It’s honestly…terrifying but quite extraordinary.”

My eyes took a glimpse at him; Gazerbeam didn’t flinch or move, he stood there in talking thought, while his voice was coated into warmth that vibrated in cold air.

It was strange to find myself being perceived in someone’s thoughts of my image as a hero, yet listening to Gazerbeam, it felt as if I wanted to keep hearing how much he thought about me in such a way.

I drift away from my thoughts while my gaze is directed somewhere else.

“I never thought it like that,” I softly spoke. “Unearthly and supernaturalistic, one’s image to be so alien like…”

The words he spoke sunk inside of me and I popped up my powers again.

“You know, those hallucinations of yours are impressive. Well the ones I’ve seen outside from the state of the criminals. It’s a dream you cause on someone and drag them to hell for paying a price for their criminal activity,” Gazerbeam stated. “It's a fusion of reality but one’s dream into one, and unsure which is real or not.”

“…”

I peered down to my hands and my brain was shortening and pressing the puzzle of words. Only for all of them to connect so well.

Reality and dream, all in between.

A beeping noise appeared on Gazerbeam’s lenses and he tapped it to only earn himself cursing under his breath.

“Seems that a night club had been overthrown,” muttered Gazerbeam.

“By what?”

“The supers.”

I raised an eyebrow but he started to fix his helmet out of preparation.

“I suppose I should watch over them and make sure none of them destroy anything.” Gazerbeam grabbed a ladder from one of the fire escapes and stopped for a second to glance at me.

“Didn’t know that supers get wasted,” I commented as I approached him off from the ledge of the roof.

“You will be surprised, none don’t have a healthy coping mechanism besides their prideful egos that cover most of their brain.

I silently laugh and lower my head. Gazerbeam slightly flinched; not because he got scared, but he was surprised. A laughter left out of my lips and he had made an actual joke without thinking.

And I laughed.

“I’ll see you later, Gazerbeam.”

“I’ll—I’ll see you later…”

He trailed off, unsure on what to call me. I took out my hand, offering a friendly gesture and grin.

“Twilight, Twilight Zone.”

I spoke out the idea of the name and somehow it felt perfectly right.

Gazerbeam held his breath and cupped my hand with his. He firmly shook it, with a slight touch of certain gentleness to it.

“Miss Twilight Zone,” Gazerbeam said it out loud and my cheeks began to burn. “I’ll see you then, Twilight Zone.”

His hand left mine and I finally caught a breath just as he went down from the ladder. I strangely stood there and thought of the new name, as a proud smile lay on my lips.

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pairing: tenth doctor x female!reader

summary: It had been dwindling night after night out at the bar with your friends and bumping into old drunks out on the streets, but you had managed to meet your Time Lord buddy once again. In an old-fashioned reunion, of course. Yet, he had a blue police phone box that he had wanted you to meet.

word count: 3,907

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this! This was a run-through practice, and I began to learn how to write the Doctor. My hyperfixation on Doctor Who has been with me for a while, but I fully committed to it when I was nine years old. Anyway, I hope you guys had fun reading this small drabble and just so you know I have that series that I’m writing for “Escape The Night” and in couple days I be able to release the first chapter for that, so be out for look out! :) (the prologue is on my ao3!)

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The door was slammed shut just as my friends ran all out of the bar. The streets were mostly empty, and everyone was tripping over their own feet, crawling with slurred words and thinking. There was no better way for normal people to go on and ease their minds on the fact that a few hours earlier, the world was nearly about to be taken over by machine aliens. Yet the world was saved and returned to the humans. It was odd because, instead of being cooped up in my house and watching Earth almost being taken over by extraterrestrial beings from the surface of space on TV news, I was there. Along with a strange man whom I had managed to bump into throughout events that happened. Oh, and I met strange tin cans that had funny robot talking voices. The point is, I felt as if I'd dropped in roaming off space and been thrown to a particular being through it all.

The Doctor. That was his name. Something that came off from a weird magical story that was written in an old book urban legend, yet some would probably describe him as one. The man who came dangling off from the burning stars and falling through cosmic waves to rescue creatures that needed aid. A guardian, protector, or possibly a soul who travels along to see what captures his interest in the nick of time. There was something about him that carried so much mystery and history that spiraled all inside of him. Anyone who was anywhere near the presence of the Doctor could just feel it in their bones. You just knew whoever he was, he wasn’t the usual kind. If anything, he was a rare total solar eclipse; burning bright and yet always hidden, not to be seen for too long.

A solar eclipse that is somehow in the pit of darkness; fighting against all dangerous creatures like Cybermen and the looming fear of being converted to lifeless metal suits with no comprehension of feelings. The Doctor manages to run through it all, his fast intelligence forcing all his strength to not let Earth be another planet to be tossed around.

However, I was left quickly on my own, in the rumble of streets of the city of London, and people left to only cry out in joy that cybermen didn’t win this time around.

I just remember that one last wink of a smile that the Doctor had given in that long brown trench coat of his; it floated around him with that same whimsy that ran through the wind around him.

Since then, I hadn’t seen him. He left before I could even speak a word. Somehow it had left me all alone, dazed and all around pang of sadness.

“Are you sure you are alright?” My friend, Valerie, was half standing by this point and tripping outside of the bar. “I could—I could get a ride for both of us…”

She stumbled over to me and I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, helping her straighten her out in the state she was. “Yeah, I think I'll be fine,” I chuckle a little. “You need some sleep and some ibuprofen before you collapse.”

A couple of friends of mine had invited all of us to go out after the horror show of aliens and robots that had thrown down on all of us, some not even acknowledging the situation tonight, and rather being ignorant as to what happened. Maybe scared to admit the truth, maybe we weren't the only beings on rock that were spinning around in the universe. It was better to drink away all those thoughts and enjoy the simple night that we could conjure up.

Brianna went out of the bar and held the missing car keys that they had been searching for in the bar. “Found them!”

Valerie let out a groan once Brianna finally got a hold of her on her arm and made sure she was secured.

“Remind me to never drink,” muttered Valerie.

“Yeah, and remind me to never go out in a bar with you guys ever again,” I snickered.

“Are you sure you're gonna be fine?” Brianna asked. “Don’t really wanna leave you out this late at night.”

“I’ll be okay,” the air gently pushed through as I held my brown jacket in my hand. “I just need a walk.”

The doors went wide open, and all I could see was Reggie, my other wasted friend, being chased out by the man behind the bar.

“Go, go!” Reggie sprinted off to the car and the other two girls followed right behind him, all confused.

“Don’t you ever come back young man!”

I had realized it was one of my old teachers who had retired a while ago. Funny enough, he’s now spending even more time at a bar out of all the damn places.

“Goodbye, y/n! Don’t get lost!” I heard Reggie yelling out in the air, and I was left at the entrance with a short soft sigh.

My old teacher grumbled under his dry throat, and my friends, by now, were gone in the wind. I was left on my own, on a sidewalk that was a bit dirty and had trash littered everywhere from the destruction from earlier today. The city was somehow peculiarly quiet away from the music that was playing inside the bar; it was muffled once you grew a couple of steps away from the lively night and people singing horribly loudly on the karaoke. Everyone had managed to move on and find themselves rolling around in some kind of celebration, yet here I was, almost rotting away as I walked longer on the street, hoping for something.

Quite unsure if that something would ever appear. I had felt pathetic the longer I took small hiccup steps.

My boots stomp on puddles of water on the curb next to the road and send a round spiral of bubbles inside of it, for a mere reflection of the moon passing by on the water. I raise my head gently to the sky and let myself drown in the specks of stardust left for me to breathe in. A shadow quietly passed along the street light and cast a dark shadow to conceal myself in. For a moment, I believed that my exhaustion had finally caught up to me and my brain was going haywire. There was no one else out for themselves to be seen; only the benches of sitting people, some walking or limping on the sidewalk, some deciding to leave the bar early in such a young night like this.

Funny enough the night was becoming way too young for my drowsiness.

A couple had slammed the door behind them as the two left the bar. The two clearly were too engrossed in one and another to not notice the car that was in front of them as they walked across the street. A classic style of jaywalking, of course. A loud horn was pressed on by the car they halted at and the boyfriend yelled back out with some incoherent words, slamming his hands against the hood of the car. It only stirred even more of a mess as the driver got out of his car and confronted the boyfriend, while the girlfriend tried to part them away before one of them could think to punch. The honking continued on as cars began to trail behind them and my mind instantly thought to get home before I witnessed anything more of drunken people.

People out and about had watched the fight play out as I pressed on the traffic signal light for me to be able to cross the street. Just as the screaming continued off while never finishing off for the two men to take a deep breath in, I found someone standing right across the street behind a corner for no one to see. Away from the partying and loose animals there was sense of waiting in beauty of silence

That familiar smile from a few feet away had taken me a second to reel in, but my chest knew it before I could even think of it.

The Doctor stood there with his long brown coat, with his suit and tie hand in hand. He continued to look at me, with a face that held a lot of amusement, but a genuine enjoyment to see me once again.

I tilted my head as if I was a curious cat lurking around. I slipped in a smile while I peeked over the street at him. With the recognition of my smile, he took a step behind and disappeared behind the corner wall.

Through a glimpse at the traffic signal, there was no sign of the walking stick figure. The honking and bickering were still brewing and none of the cars were moving. So in my own luck, I had ran off across the street with a buzzing beaming expression on my face.

I slow down on my running and carefully peek my head out of the corner of the wall, to only see an empty alleyway. I approached closer to make sure there was truly nothing to see.

It felt as if the beginning horror movie where the protagonist was clueless for following a stranger into a place like this.

Where is he?

The trash scattered in the alleyway began to blow with the wind and a loud wheezing sound was falling in and out of the air. It continued to grow louder and a light was fading in and out behind me. I raised my eyebrows and spun around and hit gently by the misty surface of magic being strung and played in front of me, as a mysterious alluded blue police phone box appeared right in front of me.

It had fallen out so easily from somewhere, teleporting right here, inches from my toes that could reach.

My feet had frozen in place and my eyes were shifty, yet my consciousness returned back to me with the sound hinges of the door opening up and with a cheeky smile behind the mysterious box.

“Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think I lost you,” The Doctor stepped out of it and I took a couple steps back, astonished at his return.

“Doctor—I—you’re back!” I managed to sputter it out, trying to contain the excitement that was bouncing in my chest.

“Oh, you know, just needed to check up on the girl and make sure she is doing alright,” The Doctor dug his hands into his coat and flicker his gaze to the box back to me. “She’s wonderful as always of course.”

I let out a huff of warm smile but flicker back to the blue box behind him, still alluring on how it stood.

“All those cybermen had taken a knocking on my poor TARDIS, luckily enough they didn't do too much on beating on her—-oh, probably shouldn’t say beating—rock her? Oh, yeah, never mind all of that.”

“She? Is she…alive?” I asked.

“Oh yes! Very much so, she isn’t built on but rather grows as an organism.”

I widened my eyes and glue my eyes on the Tardis but the Doctor took the time to take a glimpse at me and noticing the slight disheveled state and holding on my jacket.

“Long night at the bar?”

“Oh well, you know how it is,” I shrugged, “always a lot of drinkers—wait, how did you know?”

The Doctor cross his arms and lean back against the police phone box, a smug smirk crossing his features for a few seconds.

“You friends seem enlightened to go on and get themselves drinks at a bar after the mad happenings of the world. Not my kind of thing and didn’t expect it to be yours.”

I shuffle my feet and mirror his same smirk. “What, you think I’m drunk or something?”

“No, if you were I wouldn’t have taken you out for a spin on my TARDIS.”

My smirk slipped out of my face, replaced by mere shock. My gaze flickering between him and his supposed TARDIS behind him. I saw the blue box before and he ran off it a couple times when I was with him. I didn’t get a chance to see what could be inside.

“You’re joking,” I scoffed but my eyes gleam in mixture of anticipation and excitement. “You wanna take me out for a spin?”

Saying that last sentence had made me feeling some kind of giddyness, you can hear it layer into my voice that I desperately try to act normal.

“I mean, if you are willing to let me take you out.”

I crossed my arms with my brown coat folded over my arm, I shifted in my posture as a small hum rumbled in me. I was pretending to think of his offer, yet by the grin on my face there was already an answer before he could even think.

The Doctor stood there as his smile began to widen an inch but he tilted his head letting his brown spikes of hair fall over gently and dark brown eyes gently took the sight of me.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows instantly. “Blimey no!”

“Are you sure you aren't a murderer?”

“I—no!”

“I mean, you kinda had strung me along in the back alleyway for no one to see,” I use my fingers in motion of stringing, “and there’s great chance your probably have alien lightsaber inside of that blue box—“

“No! Besides, you were the one who followed me right in here, skipping and running especially.”

“Switching the blame here, Doctor?”

“No, no, just that argument is very flimsy here and I wouldn’t pick you first if I had too.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“You know what I mean,” the Doctor grumbled and had me chuckle a little while I held tightly on my coat.

“Well, I mean,” I took a couple steps and grew close to him, “if you wouldn’t really mind showing me around and probably not letting my clumsy self break anything in there, I wouldn’t mind it if you don’t…”

My words begin to fall off the sentence as my shyness grew quietly underneath me, while the Doctor stood there still with a smile and innocently following along on the way he made me feel.

He was about to speak again until I held a finger and spoke up.

“However, as much as I like you, I don’t know how to feel being in there with you in that tight space.”

The Doctor held onto his smile and only held out his hand for me, fingers almost playing around. “Never be a fool and judge things too quickly, it only makes things duller.”

I raised an eyebrow to his little comment but took his hand gently. As his other hand raised, his thumb and middle finger were against each other and in a second there was a snap that struck into the air .

The door of the TARDIS went wide open against the old hinges. A warmth of golden light cascaded the both of us and my eyes filled out of pure magic as I gaze inside of the blue phone box.

There was a small ramp leading you to the center console of the large room of space. It was enough room to fill about half a farm or a cottage house inside. In the center of it all had stood a console that was round and filled with gadgets, buttons, flicker of switches that mean any abnormally universal thing that the Doctor probably had only understood. While a large rotor stood inside of the console, glowing in tinted green and moving up and down as the place hummed.

There were long black cables hanging in the ceiling as if they could be decorated into fairy star lights and long columns that looked like wooden trees growing around it. The place glowed and it had instantly made you as if now you had made into a pocket universe and might never return back to the normalcy of it all.

And somehow, it was perfect.

The Doctor threw his brown coat over the hand rails and ran to the center console, already punching in some buttons while fixing up his monitor.

“Now, it’s been a while but a trip to the planet Florana would be a great spot,” He rambled on and set the coordinates on the console as I continued to daze off.

“One of the beautiful and I mean beautiful planets that could ever exist in the universe. Only a few creatures are able to see every once in a decade, even longer than that! It reminded me now of how you mentioned the moon and how gorgeous it looks here on Earth, but once you get to this planet there’s nothing like it before.”

I took a step out from the smaller exterior of the Tardis and to the gigantic interior of it all. My hands smooth out of the painted TARDIS and almost held a widened smile knowing the magic was pure real.

“It has these skies that have these dancing colors and the pure mountains painted off from a dream that can never replicate once—I mean mountains that had pure reflections of the sky!!” The Doctor continued off with a cheeky smile and had finally perked up his head, finding me touching the Tardis.

My fingers tracing the marks and blue painted chips, wondering all the unusual kind of things that wander off with the help of blue box.

“Well,” The Doctor turn to me and lean against the console, arms cross and a grin, “what do you think of the old girl?”

I stood outside of the Tardis and gaze back inside it been alluring me again to return back into the strange phenomenon of the universe, and searching for the beauty that is all hidden away from the humans.

“It’s—it’s—“ I kept peeking back and forth from inside of the TARDIS and outside. I couldn’t believe how big inside it was. “It’s—how the hell is that even possible?”

The Doctor observes me as I look all around. From outside, inside, behind, under, falling through cracks of rails and under the rounded console. My body vibrates as I search the whole place as if a child had wandered into fantasy land.

“It’s called dimensional transcendentalism,” The Doctor had already answered knowing the sort of questions popping into my head. “The TARDIS was built using transdimensional engineering and it allows me to manipulate all sorts of dimensions.”

“So it’s able to create impossible things, having a large room into a little box.”

“Oh, it can be anything, not just a box,” the Doctor hopped a few steps closer to me, “the Tardis has the ability to change into anything if she really wanted to. She can disguise herself to help in case danger can occur.”

“Do people recognize you with this ship?” I ask with a grin.

“Ehh,” He rocked over his two feet. “Some do, some don’t. It depends on who it is.”

“I mean after those tin cans it seems like you do have quite a lengthy list of mortal enemies.”

“Oh,” he waved his hand off with a ‘whatever’ face, “it’s the typical when it comes to the cybermen, of course they are deadly and terrifying—“

“Even if their appearance doesn’t show it—“

“But they can easily turn your silly brain into mush into seconds and we can’t have that pretty brain of yours all around mush.”

“Well, thank you, I didn't think my wrinkly brain can ever be so called pretty.”

“Well don’t get it all into your head,” The Doctor leaned in and took the whiff of my hand into the air. “I can already see the ego blowing it up into it, making all your head look huge.”

“What!?” I bark out.

“I’m kidding! You look great, now come on,” He pulled me by my hand and took me to the console.

“Wait—the name TARDIS stands for something doesn’t it?”

“Time and Relative Dimension in Space,” the Doctor placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me to the console.

“Time? Wait, does that mean—“

“Time travel? Yes, yes it does.”

As if my eyes couldn’t pop out more, they did even more so and my mouth fell open with gleam.

“You can time travel!?”

“I’m called a Time Lord for a reason, I thought you already knew.”

“I thought you were joking about that. I thought that was some sort of gag…”

“Gag? I am a Time Lord!”

“And that’s coming from who exactly?”

“Oi, watch it,” he raised his finger and pointed at me, “don’t tempt me to knock you into black hole.”

“We can see black holes too!?”

The Doctor calmly told me all the ropes and things to learn about the TARDIS, which is consistently being told not to touch a single button on the console or it can accidentally send us to the extinction of the universe. He always kept a hand on my arm as he kept steering me to all small locations of the TARDIS, I had to cling my fingers to his arm as well, clinging to the fabric of his suit.

“So, do all time lords just have their own TARDIS or did you won it or something?”

“Ha,” The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair and patted on my hand that was on his arm, a small nervous smile appear, “yeah, yeah, I kinda have won it, you can say.”

He kept rambling on and I had finally let it sink in of the extraordinary TARDIS. Listening to its quiet humming and warmth inside that kept you against the chilly nights. My eyes fell on the time rotor and the Doctor grabbed my arm excitedly, standing close to the console enough for his hands to draw out.

“You know there is a gorgeous planet waiting for us and we can be there in a matter of minutes if we go quick enough.”

My eyes drift away from the time rotor and lock eyes with his, catching on how tinted green light had let his freckles be invisible for a second but not enough to hide that smile of his

“…is it gonna be dangerous?”

“Well,” the Doctor shrugged and scratched the back of his head, “there’s always danger if you try looking for it.”

“And you’re the type to look for it I’m guessing? A being always finding some trouble of his own?”

“Not trouble, just some fun.”

He walked on to the other side of his console and flicked some switches, and landed his hand on a pull switch.

“So, would you accompany a walk with me near the nymphs and glorious mountains—“

“That you can only see in your dreams,” I finished off his sentence and let out a giggle. “With you, Doctor, I’ll go anywhere.

My feet jumped in and I threw my coat right along his on the hand rail, running next to him. The Doctor quickly caught my hand and snapped his fingers once again, closing the TARDIS to go on and see the stars.

[boooweirdo]

malt liquor lips 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

word count: 4,752

warnings: a little sexual…just itsy bitsy. a lot of sexual tension. also, yes there is cheating…sorry guys lmao.

summary: new years was a night to remember, or many that attempt to forget. yet it’s hard to forget when your boss is in your living room at new years morning wanting to chat with you, with some drinks of course

a/n: hiii! I’m back and let’s just say I’m obsessed with Rivals so bad! I have gotten into it two months ago and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. The show completely had me in loops of rewatch

Sadly though, I’m completely color blind to Tony Baddingham’s red flags (David Tennant shouldn’t be this hot). And that’s how I ended up with this story lol. I hope y’all enjoy and have fun with this.

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Having yourself in self made dangerous companies, especially ones that find themselves in competitions to be the best out of everyone, was like dancing with fire that was ready to blow up and cause flames on your guilty corpse.

I was dancing around with flames, jumping over burning rocks, and going as far slowly finding myself in entanglements with my boss.

I lied to Rupert. I was near one step falling into Tony Baddingham and I wasn’t sure if it was gonna be his arms or his false security.

And sadly, my heart couldn’t handle it and it seemed to cloud my judgment the longer I stood in the crowded space of a party and took one good look at his eyes. Along with a standing woman with her arm wrapped on his, that being his modest and elegant wife.

Joining this party was a mistake. I was quite aware but ignored it so blatantly that it had me question my sanity so vigorously. I also had to question myself over the supporting detail that Tony Baddingham wasn't a free man. Also, the supporting detail of him. He was Lord Tony Baddingham.

He was a husband, a father—a man that had a band on his ring finger, and still here I was hoping maybe his temptations would lead to me.

I was the forbidden fruit, hanging and waiting oh so impatiently. Hoping and praying where his hands had landed on my hips. His fingertips making indents and making these whiskey smelled teasing remarks whisper into my ear for no one to hear.

Maybe he would find that catch in the glint of my eye that flicker like the green light echoing for his near dear love of the Great Gatsby—Oh, who am I kidding?

No one in the right mind and somewhat still intact morals would ever so think about this.

My eagerness are present but my guilt was haunting me ever so much harder. It was ticking away and prepared to blow up if things would get worse, waiting for me to pull the rug underneath myself.

Moving here and clashing into a circle of elites that drank themselves half drunk, mindlessly fooling around with others while married, and wasting all their money just because they can—was enough for me to go insane.

It was hard to say no to such a great offer though. Starting off as Lizzie Verker’s alum or her protege for her keen instincts and talent that waver through the books she had published.

Conveniently Lizzie had a group of friends met through links of Cotswold, linking back to the company Corrinum that her husband was working at.

I begin to see a pattern of parties that I was invited occasionally with Lizzie: dinner parties, cocktail parties, fuck-it-let’s-get-drunk parties. Everyone had made themselves in self made spots that were intimidating at first. Especially as a young woman who barely started to set her foot in places that I had no idea of.

My naivety was imminent and present. So well that it had caught Lord Baddingham to glance a little longer in my direction.

Through a grasp of spoken words, he had found my work long before I lived here and supposedly had found my old screen writing scripts that weren’t touched since the ripe beginning years of my writing.

There was a drama show that was coming up soon in his program that was supposed to set off and do well in the ratings. Yet some scandals were caught through his previous talented successor screenwriter. It was messy enough with the scandals being in a lot of newspapers, it was better than to get a new one.

Tony became greedy and soon enough caught up to me.

Nothing was going on.

People would try knick and slash on whether or not that's true but it is devastatingly true of it all. Tony had his women that he needed. Monica Baddingham and Cameron Cook. It was as if it was required to have such a wonderful and motherly wife that looks so well in photos, while having your gorgeous producer in the sheets of the same bed you made with your wife.

Who was I in the middle of this? Nothing really. Another catch as a chess piece that was gonna move up his success on and upwards.

It was just these flashing moments where maybe it had felt too real or comfortable. I attempted to not sink into my overthinking since I casually had skill at doing that but sometimes my overthinking maybe stem from slim hope of chance maybe all of it was real.

Every flickering decision was continuously wrong and it wasn’t better that I didn’t make any worse decision for myself.

The night was long and my eyes began to wander far off from Tony.

It wouldn’t hurt to try, I desperately try to say to myself. It's almost like taking some wine and hoping it would fool whatever you want.

The gravel of rocks were crunched under my feet and I could feel them colliding underneath my heels. My hands clutch to the fabric of the black coat on my shoulders, while hanging off my shoulders.

“Thank you for the walk to my car, even how short of a walk it was,” I said, my words falling to mist in the cold early morning air.

“Oh no need, it certainly was a New Year’s Eve party wouldn’t you say?” Rupert lay a cigarette on his lips and flick open his lighter.

“More like Maude had totally gone insane and brought a whole damn camel to the party,” I snickered.

Rupert let out a bark of laughter while fixing his bow tie, the cigarette staying loosely on his lips. “That woman…”

“Didn’t she try to sleep with you multiple times tonight?”

“Who hasn’t?”

“Jesus,” I rolled my eyes as the flame caught the end of his cigarette. “Not me clearly.”

“You haven’t even let me try out yet,” Rupert mumbled, a sly smug grin on his face.

“You can try, it's not gonna happen.”

“Why, isn't it because I’m not Baddingham?”

A slight glare was shot from me to him.

“Careful, you might kill me with that stare of yours.”

“Baddingham or not, I wouldn’t sleep with you.”

“Oh no, no, of course not, sweetheart,” Rupert shook his head as he inhaled his cigarette and let the smoke drag out. “You wouldn’t sleep with me, you would probably romance me if I was Tony Baddingham.”

Just by the mention of his name I felt my body almost revolt in pit of infatuation

“Why didn’t you make a move?”

“What do you think?” I questioned back. “He’s married Rupert, Jesus Christ”

“You know half of this place is made up almost cheaters. It wouldn’t hurt if—“

“If what? Tony Baddingham, sleeping around with his new hired screenwriter who’s quite clearly younger than him. Yeah, that wouldn’t look so half bad in the newspaper would it?”

“I just know they would eat that up right quick if that was the case,” the both of us ended up leaning against my car and stare at the sunrise that was peeking through the great green plains and countryside.

“…was it obvious?”

“That Maude wanted me or you wanted Tony?”

I silently half glance.

“I’m guessing the second one,” Rupert said with a hum. “You sure are tempting the devil to slow dance with you that’s for sure.”

“I don’t want him,” I spoke so fast. “I don’t even have any time out of my day to think about him or want him in any small way.”

“What if he does?”

The question caught me off guard but I pressed on.

“Don’t be silly. Lord Baddingham has own ranks of women he could toss around with,” my hand dug inside of my coat pocket. “Isn’t he with Cameron Cook too?”

“Don’t blame the man, Cameron is—“

“Please for the love of god do not finish that sentence, I think I might gag.”

Rupert laughed again while relaxing as he lean against my car

“Just try and see. You can’t easily give up and think Tony doesn’t want you. There’s no sense of fun or danger in it.”

“There won’t even be any kind of danger. I’m just his silly writer with these fictional stories for the drama shows he set me up on.”

“What’s the name of that show again?”

I grumbled under my breath. “The Drowsy Maid.”

“Ah yes,” Rupert grin a little wider as he continue to smoke, “I could hear the future calling it ‘cult classic’, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh please they would call it the show that was clearly made by a silly loner who was quiet enough to think about in the first place.”

Rupert raises an eyebrow and grin wholeheartedly. “Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones—they have quite the imaginative mind.”

I admittedly laughed at the small joke he made.

“Enough, seriously though, better than to leave that kind of thinking of Tony away in my imaginative mind.”

“Oh, so you do have dreams of the man?”

“…that’s why it’s called dreams, they’re all in the head and nowhere to expose themselves out.”

Rupert had gone silent as he took another puff of his cigarette. “Might be better that they stay in your head. Tony isn't someone you want to be having in your roster, love.”

I had given him a sideways glance. “Why’s that?”

“He has two women. That’s enough women he needs to go on ruining about. Besides, neither will ever mean anything to him, they only meant for his family and reputation.”

I knitted my eyebrows but Rupert had continued on.

“Who would want such a rich snob when he’s already horrible acting as one?”

“Oh here comes the rough rivalry talk,” I snorted and shook my head as I circled around the hood of my car.

“And here comes her pretty lady defender to his rescue.”

“Go,” I spat with a chuckle and slid into the driver's seat. “Goodnight womanizer.”

“Goodnight, lover girl!” Rupert called out. “Make sure you don’t get too drunk that you wind up at the doorstep of your lovely married boyfriend.”

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The sky was drifting slow and steady, easing those who had woken up or had gotten back from a party that they could hardly remember or try to forget.

It was painted nice shades of light clouded blue and the somewhat warm golden colors that would appear from the sun trying to appear.

My mind settling into autopilot and desperately waiting on that slumber I was preparing for myself while unlocking the front door.

There was a small creaking on the hinges, welcoming me back to my warm apartment, away from the fresh January cold.

I mindlessly took off my black coat and heels clicking on the wooden floor, passing by the living room before halting at a voice.

“Already home so late I see.”

The curtains were drawn open and the room was drowned in morning light. It was a bit dark but enough to see Tony, who was sitting comfortably on my couch, his feet propped up on the glass coffee table and his hand on a glass cup that was full of golden liquid and ice cubes.

He took a sip once he caught my attention. I stood frozen and unaware of what to do, hugging the black coat I just took off.

“I—what are you doing here?”

During his sip of his drink, his eyes seemed to have glue on me. Although as he kept looking longer at me, it began to reek of alcohol.

“Just came by to say hi to my favorite screenwriter,” He slurred his words but somehow his presence was intimidating.

“…it’s five in the morning,” my eyes flicker to the clock on my nightstand, carefully taking small steps to him.

“There’s never a time where it’s too late to say how incredible you are.”

I tilted my head.

“Tony—Baddingham, shouldn’t you be back home with Monica and your son—“

“Oh they're fine,” He said gruffly and the glass clink against the surface of the side table. “Besides, it’s fine if you call me Tony, love.”

My coat landed on the head rest of the couch and I wasn’t too sure on what to do. “How did you even get here?”

“Car, what do you think?”

I held tightly on my composure to not roll my eyes.

“Okay but—did you drive or someone else?”

“I think Ginger did.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“Why come all the trouble to be here then?”

“Did you sleep with him?” His words slurred and hardened.

“What?” I manage to sputter out.

“Did you sleep with Rupert Campbell-Black?”

“No,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I think I will jump off a bridge before I even think like that.”

Tony’s fingers slipped off his undone black bow tie off his tuxedo. Only remaining pieces he had on were the white button up and black dressing pants. His suspenders were hanging off barely now. Tony stood up and I noticed his eyes were so warm, yet dark from where he stared at me.

He held up his glass again until his fingers undoing the top button to let him breathe, my body along with his let out shuddering exhale.

“Why were you with him so much tonight then? Didn’t know you two were friends,” he played his glass cup a little as he glanced at me.

“Not exactly the closest but we are somewhat friends…”

Tony and Rupert were rivals that came off from typical comic strips, they had loathed each other. Their history is hard to understand and some people aren’t sure as to why they did not like each other. One thing for sure, they had always searched for the opportunity to involuntarily insult through hidden words or jokes, other times it’s seen so clearly.

“People by then were so drunk and Rupert was dealing with some…women issues as he always does,” I explained.

“And none were with you?”

I cocked an eyebrow and crossed my arms. “Well, none of that shouldn’t be a concern to you, should it?”

Tony stays silent. The silence hangs itself off from the quiet of early morning traffic outside of my flat. My eyes flicker to the glass cup he had. Nowhere in my apartment had any alcohol stashed away somewhere.

“Where do you get that?”

“It was a gift, well not really anymore,” Tony turned around and walked around, taking these steps that stuttered. “I didn’t get the chance to give you the bottle of scotch I had bought out of congratulations for the ratings on Drowsy Maid.”

“A bottle?” I questioned. “You bought me a bottle?”

“The ratings were done well, high scoring,” Tony said with pop in his mouth, for a second it had seemed he had grinned. “You’ve not only done well in the ratings of the show with your recent impressive writing but you have left a dazzling piece in our company. You deserve a congratulation party. Hell, probably a million of them.”

“I barely could’ve handle the one tonight, I think a small dinner would’ve been fine.”

Tony let out a huff chuckle and eyes me so silently, his eyes so warm and present comforting me this morning tired of blues.

“But the party took of a turn,” Tony continued off, “and Lizzie had told me you aren’t exactly a drinker when I bumped into her and I couldn’t find you at all in the evening to ask you if you would rather have clothes or some nice jewelry that you would have planned to buy, but you're rather busy.”

My shoulders slumped and clench my hand over my other hand. “I’m so sorry—“

“Oh, you don’t gotta apologize,” he sat back down and let his arm rest on top of the head of the couch and leg cross on the other. “You know what they say, it's a nasty virus once women find Rupert.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“You know for a man like you, you easily find a way to be ruthless and somehow your passive aggressiveness is getting annoying. Just open up your mouth on this one.”

Tony’s face was stoic, but even then I can tell when his buttons were pushed a bit.

“You like Rupert?”

“I do as a friend. We walk around and talk, I don’t think it can get any more scandalous than that. Unless you want me too.”

“Oh, so defensive,” His voice slightly mocking.

“Yeah, because my boss in my living room uninvited,” my voice rose a step higher, “it’s five in the morning, and you look half drunk.”

“And you like it don’t you?”

I perk my head, the anger subsiding.

“You like that I’m all uninvited sitting in your living room and completely alone with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Tony’s eyes had glue on me. My frustration was pulsating into a headache and I think Tony had noticed my patience was wearing off.

He patted to the empty spot on the couch. “Come on, sit next to me. Lord Baddingham don’t bite.”

“…Tony—“

“Sit.”

My hands clenched into fists but I released with a tired sigh, reluctantly sitting down next to him. I was too exhausted to even argue back or have the conscience to think properly. The weight of the couch shifted and I pulled my velvet black dress down, fixing the puffy sleeves and brushing off the leftover glitter that had gotten on me from the party.

Tony tilted his head, letting his eyes for a split second roam around my face, slowly simmering down to my collarbone and to my whole body. The dress was classy and fine; black being such a well color on me, along with dark red lipstick that had fitted my complexion, or it could be the v neck that had allured even more. He grabbed the glass cup and was about to take a drink.

“Can I get a sip?”

Tony stopped halfway and glanced back at me. I shifted a little, the proximity of his warmth was inches away and the smell of strong scotch had landed on me. I was no big fan of drunks yet I completely ignored Tony. It was strange, Tony didn’t act like a drunk, he just seem like a man tired of holding up. He was also just tad bit tipsy.

“I thought you didn’t drink,” said Tony.

“I don’t,” I replied with a shrug, “but it wouldn’t hurt to try. It is my congratulatory gift isn’t it?”

Tony held an unreadable expression and tapped his fingers against the glass cup. He then let out scoff and smirk play around his lips, as he grabbed the bottle off from the side table.

“You’ve tried it before?”

“What, scotch?”

“No, the pain blacks out.”

My lips were tight shut but I couldn’t help but smile. “No, I’ve never tried scotch.”

Tony grabbed my wrist and I slightly jolted in surprise, but he place the glass cup in my hand, my fingers tightly wrapped on the single malt drink.

“Here,” Tony opened up the bottle and the liquid was poured in, nearly almost full.

“Uh—Tony, I think that’s enough—“

“Done,” he stopped pouring but I look at the glass cup in my hand.

“You're joking right?”

“Go ahead,” Tony smiles tight lipped, “it’s not as half bad as it seems. Just go on, try it.”

I was eyeing the drink inside, taking a few whiffs of it. It smelled like medicine. With enough whipped up encouragement, I raised the glass while the ice bump inside of it and I took a sip of it.

“Jesus—“

The drink burns my throat and blinking my eyes out of the bitter taste that it had left on my tongue. Tony notices of course and lets out a loud laughter, probably not expecting my reaction to turn out that way but it certainly left him teasing me a bit.

“Okay, okay you’re all right,” his arm from the head of the couch finally move and his hand was place on the small spot of my back. His thumb rubbing in circles and trying to soothe down my coughing.

“How the—how the fuck did you drink this shit?”

“With experience and strong will of alcohol, of course,” Tony smugly smirks, grabbing the glass cup off from my hand. “Which you, my dear screenwriter, presumably can not handle.”

My tongue sticks on the inside of my right cheek. Before he could take another sip from the scotch, I had pulled it back to me and gulped.

I was able to get some of it but some of it spilled into the glass cup, I was choking on it.

“Woah woah,” Tony pull the glass and widened his eyes, feigning in disbelief. “Did you just—spit all of it back in there!?”

Through the fits of coughs, I manage to let out a dry chuckle. “Not all of it.”

“Fucking hell…”

Drips of scotch fell off and some caught on my legs, even off my red lips and chin. I rubbed my legs with my hand trying to clean off my legs, while Tony instinctively held the back of my head and smoothing down my hair to my neck.

“You’re all right darling? don’t move too much,” he placed the glass cup on the side table and grabbed his black blazer. He use the sleeve from it to wipe all the spill scotch on my legs.

I opened my mouth but stopped. A felt seething snarky comment to speak out of me, it had stopped once how gentle Tony was. His hand secured on the back of my head, his fingers slowly slipping through the strands of my hair, and wiping all the scotch off my legs softly.

It had gotten sticky with the scotch spill everywhere, some accidentally through my thighs.

“Tony, you’re okay, I can finish it up,” I reached for the blazer but he pulled it away.

“Let me do it for you,” Tony said.

“…I think I wanna finish this on my own though,” my nerves had sharpened my words.

Tony stopped for a second and took a moment to look at me. His brows were quirk, confusion written all over his face. Tony had continued to look at me though, his face slowly dissolving from any expression. His pupils jumped every once and while. My legs tremble and I try to part them, my skin slightly peeling from the stickiness of melted malt.

“Hold on,” Tony raised his hand and hesitated, “you got some on your chin…”

My fingers landed on my chin and on my lips, which were slightly smudged from the corners.

Tony’s hand fully weaved through my hair and cupped my face and pushed my fingers off. My breath held in between each touch. His eyes sold on me and taking every small part of me on my face: my nose, eyes, moles that fill off empty tiny spots, and lips that had slowly parted to take small breaths.

My hands sneakily went to his blazer and pulled it off from his lap. Tony grabbed my hand quickly and urgently. My body flinched and he held tightly to my hand.

“I got it, I told you.”

“I can do it on my own.”

“I know, but let me.”

My mouth audibly let out breath and softly hit his face, his nose slightly nuzzled by the warm exhale that came out of me. His eyes settled on my own. The kind of eyes that had it had a mind of its own; wasting, loathing, and impatiently waiting.

Tony had pressed his thumb on my chin and lifted it again. He wiped the excess of the scotch and tried not to look at me again.

His other hand went for the blazer but I had placed mine over his. This time no words were exchanged, rather I guided his hand to my legs. Tony’s thumb was still wiping off my chin but now his hand had taken over my legs, slowly slipping his fingers onto my thighs. His cold calloused fingers meeting my skin, my body shivered up.

“…right there?” He muttered to me, clutch to the blazer in hand.

I nodded with a slight tremble to my head nod. Tony’s hand reaching in between my thighs with his blazer and slowly parting my legs for him.

My body shuddered and he leaned closer, bumping his nose to my temple. He let out a low breath and went in deeper between my thighs. The cloth of the blazer was completely forgotten and it was his fingers rubbing and squeezing gently on my thighs. Tony’s fingers had now went below my dress.

Tony’s hand was still cupped on my face and his thumb was starting to carve and trace the outlines of my lips.

“Tony,” I ran out of breath.

“Don’t,” He immediately said. “Don’t, just don’t.”

“I think you got it though,” my chest heave and I let go of his hand, knowing he didn’t need my support.

“I don’t think so.”

I let out another breath, silencing my silent pants of breath and the way my body had reacted in an inappropriate manner. Nothing was appropriate about this.

My dress was pushed up and his fingers met the cloth of my underwear.

“Tony, that’s—that’s enough,” I let out a gasp of air.

With one hand, he squished my face and tilted my face up to him.

“You wanna know something? If I see Rupert hanging out with you or slightly even touching you, I will remind you who you fall for tonight. You aren’t his rounds of women, assistants, secretaries, or ammunition whenever he’s ready to use. You're my screenwriter, my creative mind, and mine to have you like this.”

My stomach had sunk and fluttered, and for off chance I had almost felt like maybe the intoxication had hit me. Out of pure bliss, I moved his hand back to cupping my face and inch my face closer to his.

“I’m not anyone’s, I can be your screenwriter but I’m not anyone’s to grab and hold like this.”

“Is that complaint I hear?”

I was ready to argue and even just yell at him. Yet my stomach was pleading by now. Out of the mind frustration and attraction, I had instantly pulled my lips to his, falling in and out of sync. Tony startled and froze in place, yet gently taking his lips and feeling them had his hand fallen in spot behind my head again.

A groan had slipped out of him as he moved closer to me. My feet twitch out of place in my heels and they both slipped off as Tony squeeze and hold me in his arms.

I pulled away with a gasp for air but he forcibly pulled me in, not wanting to miss a beat. My fingers clung to his white dress shirt and my tongue licked his bottom lip, snaking it through for the kiss to be deeper.

Tony took the signal and pushed in deeper, causing me to whine. My head had clouded and was falling into a melting pot of stash of ecstasy that his lips had somehow drug me with. Our kisses growing steadily heated and constant of pulling and pushing each other. By then it had fallen being quite messy and sloppy, the both of us didn’t care. His hand raking up to my thighs and squeezing them, gently smoothing out my body with his hands and bites on my bottom lips.

I cupped his face, my chest barely unable to stop and wanted to keep going and my lower stomach growing excited as my underwear had slowly started to soak themselves wet.

Tony stopped it, he push me off gently and our faces in state of flush and dizziness that almost made us wobbly. My brain couldn’t comprehend what happened, but he made a toothy grin and wrapped his arm around me.

“Care for more drinks?”

I snickered and muttered, “I think if you give more congratulations kisses, you might get me tipsy with those malt liquor lips of yours.”

His grin had widened and his head tilted, with such mischievous glint that had made me glad that I had winded up at the party.

“Well then, might as well kiss me more, love.”

[boooweirdo]

⭑𓂃 space shoes 𓂃⭑

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.

[boooweirdo]

Radio Statics

Pairing: Alastor x Female!Reader

Description: Since joining the hotel, you haven’t spoken a word to Alastor. The both of you knew each other from past human lives and it slowly comes to haunt the both of you. Maybe words being spoken that were once unsaid.

Warnings: violence (choking, fighting), arguing, and mentions of murder.

A/N: Hello! I hope y’all doing well. It’s been a real while since i posted about Alastor so it’s time for him to make a little return. This is a little different on what I’m used to but I hope y’all love it (and maybe hear your own interpretation of the ending) anyways enjoy!

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The night was quiet.

Quiet as a dead mouse much would say. Inside of the hotel it seems to lock away all the disrupted noises and explosions that occur a few miles away from the city of Hell.

Even standing out on the balcony and observing the pure mess that is drawn out below us. 

You can always feel everyone’s anger out in the street. With their own mindless story that involves a sprinkle of trauma and death in it. 

Yet I suppose that’s what Hell is all about. Their own lesson that ended up here.

With days of trying to convince the people in the city to redeem themselves to get to heaven it seems to question a bit on everyone’s beliefs, or bring a dilemma of a past that you try to set behind you. 

And for me all I have been doing is running from the past. Dying alone was the best part of anything, yet knowing half of the people you loved weren’t exactly good beings was the worst part.

Ending up here was hard enough to accept; but knowing the true reason of being here was harsh.

Knowing a sick man in the past that you trusted and stay loyal with—was killing people for fun.

And now he’s in the damn same place in the same damn hotel as I am.

Looking at each other, passing each other, and not sparing a word to each other.

Small looks and glances that send me revolting with pity, sadness and anger that have held since I found out about his death in the woods.

Finding out the truth from the detectives as they tell you the amount of bodies found. Turn my stomach sick the next few days not being able to eat.

It was at least a decade ever since and even with much time helping to mend those wounds; It never seemed to be enough seeing his face appear with such a sadistic smile.

My feet were worn tired after staring outside for a solid moment. Staring down below of Hell raging on with all committed sins right down there.

For a second I felt a breeze hit my back. And clicks that sounded almost like shoes walking on the hardwood floor. These flickers of unnerving radio statics that peak in the middle of silence.

The clicks became ever more present. A figure next to me with a cane and smile that tucked into his real personality. Sharp as ever with a suit.

He stood still.

I stay still. 

So still someone may have called me a statue.

His presence was noticeable and I knew that the longer time went on, I couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there. 

“It's certainly an interesting view isn’t it?

First words to break the silence. Only coming from Alastor.

My eyes seem curiously glance beside me. Catching the sight of him. I couldn’t seem to believe the fact he was clearly ignoring the undeniable tension that grew once stepping into my room.

He was so tall. He always was but here in Hell, it looks like he took up some couple of inches. With a sewn on smile on his face and signature radio like voice that he emitted.

I look away and focus on the view again. Drowning out the emotions and thoughts merging.

“Looks awfully pretty, but horrible.”

A chuckle came out of him hearing my response. “Oh come now, don’t be so harsh. Hell has its own…unique charm.”

“Sure. If unique charm is probably getting harassed or assaulted by every living thing here.”

The corners of his lips seem to be tugged into a makeshift amused smile. Another spike of radio static came through.

“My dear, that’s exactly the unique charm of Hell. The chaos, the violence, the absolute anarchy that reigns supreme. You know this very well yourself.”

A pause took place. Alastor peeks to see me before continuing.

“After all, haven’t you experienced it firsthand?”

My hand gripped the rail of the balcony and faced away from the view. Getting the hint of my emotions getting angrier the more he spoke with that aggravating tone and radio statics of his.

“I would say the same to you too, asshole.”

Facing away from the balcony, I saw him tilted his head with a slightly mocking smile. I knew inside of him he enjoyed revealing the anger out of his sick amusement in it.

“My, my. What vocabulary you have there. I wasn’t aware you were such a potty mouth, darling.”

He chuckled, the radio static becoming more pronounced for a moment. He knew he was pushing my buttons, but he couldn’t help himself.

“And you’re still the annoying prick thinking he’s better than anyone else. That radio show sure made you jerk.”

I spat out with a taste of venom. That kind of venom that sits inside for a long time and comes out hot.

“Someone’s particularly moody today. I must admit, I’ve missed that fiery side of yours. Still, such rude manners are unbecoming.”

He tutted, circling around to stand in front of me, his gaze fixed on me. “Besides, dear, even with my radio show you never went running away from me.”

“You didn’t either. The both of us never ran away from each other.”

The sentence suddenly made him went silent for a second. Unsure if it made him think or angry. In the midst of it, I made my way to the dark fill of my room to sit on the edge of my bed. 

I couldn’t help but frown as I saw him still in the same position. Standing out and staring at whatever caught his eye in the city. Thinking about all those memories that seem to be blurb of mess that didn’t interlock with each other. 

“I have to admit, I’m surprised that you’re even here in first place,” said Alastor. “Makes me think why you ended up here in the first place for such perfect morals for a person like you.” 

“You thinking?” I scoffed. “I thought you had to stop doing that, especially after killing those people.”

He lets out a hum that almost seems to vibrate inside of me and sends shivers that crawls down my skin. His walking getting heavy, with each step that weighed down on the old rickety brown floors, and his head trying to peek at my face to get high on how much I despise him—with every fiber that strung in me.

My fingers tangled themselves in my bed sheets and my courage built up once his eyes had met mine. 

Alastor continued to smile. “Don’t act so dumb. For a smart girl like you, don’t ever try to insult your own intelligence over mine.”

I furrowed my eyebrows but his radio statics were muffler louder.

“You knew. You always knew and you didn’t try to stop me either, right darlin’?”

My brain was clouded. Before I could function, I stood up and my hand grabbed one of the vases with red roses on my nightstand and threw it. Landing and crashing into bits of pieces, an inch closer it could’ve landed on Alastor. 

The roses landing right in the middle between us and there was pause of just me catching onto my breath.

Alastor stood there completely unfazed. If anything, a small chuckle spurt out of him. “Careful darlin’, or someone would get the idea you’re trying to kill me.”

He teased and stood directly in front of me, crowding me on the edge of the bed and forcing me into him.

“Kill you?” I spat out. “It will be the last thing I would do to you if I ever had you.”

Alastor's smile never falters. His eyes twitch.

My chest begins to heave and my hands tremble. 

“What do you want from me?” I cried out. “You’ve stolen everything that I ever had with me when I was just human? I gave everything to you and cracked almost every singular part just so for you to be reminded of me. I gave up every ordinary thing and yet you couldn’t get enough of it last time!”

My face flush and my head begins to reel into my emotions and my hands push him. Taking more steps, taking up the space that had left between us.

I continued. “So why again, huh? Why? Why do you love torturing me? Did you get high from it? Do you love seeing me being fucking possessed from you? Do you think about me all alone when nobody isn’t there to bother you and you can’t help but imagine me alone in a room with you?”

The amount of pushes and my yelling, his ears twitch and smile begin to crinkle. His fingers dented into his cane. The longer I stared at him, I felt woozy and each deep breath felt shallow making my feet stumble.

“Torture you? I would never—“

“Oh please. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You love it,” I interrupted him.

I push him again pressing on his chest and he stumbles backwards this time off guard. 

Alastor still smiled but through his little wrinkle inner corners of his eyes, I knew his irritation was growing more present.

“You think you know me so well, don’t you? You act as if you know my every word and intention,” he said.

“Like you said, we are good pals and I think I have rather good painting of who you really are. I knew you when you were nothing but a man with dreams.”

His eyes narrowed and his smile became tighter, for a split second with light leaking into the room, a shadow passed by behind him. 

“You think merely knowing my past makes you better than me, Is that it? You believe that you are the only sinner here that knows the real truth of the Radio Demon, simply because you knew me when we were just humans?”

Alastor bent down to my level and his eyes drowned in some kind of mockery, and something else. 

“You want that,” He added. “You love the idea of being the only being to ever understand a man like me with such gruesome intentions. This isn’t about me but really, you.”

My eyes flicker away from him and a tight ball develops in my throat. It suffocated me and it made my eyes teary

“Now don’t lie to yourself, I’ll only start to pity you,” Alastor smiled. 

Alastor stood up properly. Bringing the space back and letting the cold air hit me once again. He dusts himself off from his shoulders and fix his bowtie. His eyes flicker down to me if I was gonna say anything back to him, but I didn’t. My gaze was stuck on his chest and it was clouded by thoughts that led to remembrance.

It’s been a decade. I have swore to never let myself sink to the slight nostalgia. It made me feel sick and guilty that it lasted in my body for hours. It felt too nice, too reassuring. Nostalgia is meant to be a warm blanket for buried truths, but now it feels like im standing with a shovel in hand

Alastor twirls his staff and hummed a tune, preparing to leave and making his way to the closed door of the room. A couple steps in and he wears a winning smile that stretches over his face.

“You didn’t have a microphone.”

Alastor stops halfway. His back faced away from me. Alastor peeks behind his shoulder. 

“Say that again, dear.”

“You looked everywhere and even attempted to steal one from town market shops. It was risky and I remember you chicken out, but with the money troubles—you stole it. It was…Mister…Mister Brody. That was his name. The man that owns the shop. He made sure you never came back. Yet he never wanted to admit how proud he was of you.

I watch him stay there, no catch of any wind or movement of him.

“You had a suit. A raggedy suit that had fabrics falling off and had to be patch up with a sewing kit. It was only suit you ever own and given to you by your mother—“

His fists clenched and my wrists were pulled by green mist created by thin air. I yelped from the sudden pull and there I could see it was magic turn into chains he had finally got me. 

Yet I push.

“You were so insecure that everyone thought you would look bad, but with your charm and humour—it didn’t matter if you wore a bad suit or not. If anything it made you a man who only wanted to give people simple entertainment from the struggles people had.”

The green chains weigh heavy, causing me to fall to the floor. I didn’t react fast enough by then there was one wrapped around my neck.

“You were—shining! Everytime you—got the chance—“

His hand pulled the chains and I was dragged on the floor. I struggle to stand up or try to run, he dragged me harder. By then I was laying on the ground, and he tighten the chain around my neck.

“Everyone called you sad and pathetic! I always remember those words being told left and right—no one had any chance of believing in you, no one care!”

The metal on my neck dig deep and by any chance I knew it could rip through my skin enough for it bleed. The oxygen was slowly being suck out of my head and I gripped on the chain.

“You thought for the longest maybe,” A dying breath escape out of me. “Maybe they were right—but they weren’t.”

“You were never sad and pathetic,” I continue with the last breath I could contain. “I believe you weren’t sad and pathetic—you were my best friend, Alastor. No one could’ve done anything to change my mind about you, even how awful and cruel you were to the end.”

My voice begin to break without the air. Tears begin to distort the last bit my vision. The last bit of being able to see Alastor, and his sinister smile that was slowly crumbling.

Inside, I slowly gave up and my weight became almost limp. My hands were nearly pale and blood was being drawn out. 

I didn’t know if there was no “afterlife” for the after life. Maybe I can picture the black void. Maybe that’s enough to comfort me now.

Before I could imagine anymore of the black void, the chains went loose and nearly fell through thin air and disappeared for good. 

The green mist flowed against the hot air lingering in the room and Alastor almost fell to the ground as to where I was. 

I try to catch a glance or peek of him—yet his arms soon found around me. Alastor dug his head to my neck and his ears appeared out from it. His body pressed against mine and his radio glitchy statics became sorrowful the longer he hold me tighter.

Alastor didn't speak or do anything as he kept me closer between his hands placed on the small spot of my back.

Only the radio statics fill the silence. 

[boooweirdo]

Be my first

Pairing: Young Stanford Pines x Female Reader

Description: after a fight with an unexpected gremlin and meeting an interesting man with six finger hands, it had let down to quiet night with a small chat on the rooftop.

Warnings: none! :)

Word count: 1007

A/N: helllooooo! Yes i know…I’ve been gone again. Luckily I have been still writing through classes this semester. I know this isn’t Alastor (which btw yes I have something for him waiting) but I couldn’t help write Stanford pines one. I’ve been big Gravity falls fan since I was nine and I had always had crush on the nerdy man LMAO. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this. it’s a little bit of scrap writing but I try to to make the best out of it!

Important note!: yes I know that Stanley wasn’t there at gravity falls when Ford was doing his research but I couldn’t help with the small sweet idea.

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“What are you doing up here?”

The voice startled me. Causing me to slip a little before hitting my head on top of the roof of the shack. I somehow found my balance again and turn my head to Stanford behind me.

“Ford?”

“Sorry for scaring you! I just wonder where you were,” He climbed over the edge of the roof and sat by me cautiously, not wanting to get a concussion.

“No, no,” I sigh and grin rubbing my eyes to wake me up. It was almost four in the morning and thoughts were taking a toll on me.

With the day of chasing monsters that I always thought were only created by fictional authors who were bored with reality, were somehow real this whole time.

I knew coming up here in this small town I would eventually be hit with the strange occurrences. Although I assume it is with occasional old people, not meeting a huge gremlin.

“How’s your hands? He didn’t rough you up too hard, right?”

Ford’s eyes were taking a look on my scraped hands that had only brown scabs on some by the healing.

“I’m actually okay, surprisingly.”

“Surprisingly? If anyone was in your position they would’ve died of a heart attack just by looking at that thing.”

“Okay maybe I was a little scared seeing that thing and it’s weird—beady eyes.”

“Trust me there’s a whole lot more just beady eyes around this town,” jested Ford.

I let out a “pfft” sound and raised an eyebrow out of amusement. “What, are there like gnomes living in the forest too?”

Ford stared at me for a second and then narrow his eyes.

“Wait, how did you know there was gnomes here?”

“There’s gnomes too?!”

Ford and I stared at each other for another couple moments until we both started laughing.

We laughed for a solid moment and soon it started hurting our lungs for not breathing enough. It started to calm down and the both of us sat there stargazing for a moment.

“I just can’t believe it,” I said, almost out of breath. “So many creatures, beings or any animal just exist right out there. Waiting to be discovered or heard. Just so much to look after! It’s like even though you could’ve spent years here exploring you’re always gonna find something here to love. All of the old and new together.”

Stanford still had eyes on the sky, though I can feel him glancing from the inner corners to see me.

“Trust me I’ve been only here for two months and I’m still adjusting to all the weirdness here…but it’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“Amazing? Stanford, I��m jealous of you!” I exclaimed with a smile.

“Jealous?” He repeated.

“Yeah, you get to experience this everyday. Most people are out there with the most mundane and boring office job,” I scoffed. “You, Stanford Pines, don’t even know it.”

His glasses reflected a bright light for a second. Ford cackled and shook his head, with a wide smile. A smile that made me copy it without any try but a single pull on the inside of my chest.

“I suppose I just never thought I would hear someone say that to me.”

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.”

“First, huh.”

Ford twitched for a second and seemed stiff. Even without touching each other I knew there was something that caught him between each deep breath.

I see his six finger hand reach something inside of his tan trench coat. Slipping out a red journal. A trace hand written on with number two.

My curiosity caught me on the net, from there I analyzed the unique journal in his hand. With a small monocular peeking out the corners of the page.

The journal was small yet so big that seem had pages filled with something.

The little something being something I shouldn’t know.

“My six finger hands have always been the lead of my life ever since I could remember. Whether it meant me getting relentlessly bullied for my weird anomaly or it had made me the odd one out everywhere I go.”

The trace six finger hand on the book had stars bouncing off from gold color. Almost mesmerizing for anyone to take a peek.

Ford continues. “I thought I would never find a spot where my hands would seem normal, yet I realize now that after these years of pain, it was here. Meaning my anomaly isn't the only anomaly here.”

His hand out for reach and there it was in between us. Ford seems to be lost for a second until he peers to my hand on my lap.

Raising my hand and taking it near his, he carefully took it. With his fingers brushing the back of my palm and making sure my hand was flat. Placing the journal on my palm.

12 fingers secure on both of my hands.

“In fact,” Ford begans, “I think it would be much of honor if you were the first to read my journal.”

For a moment I felt my heart beat out of its chest but the small stars bounce back to me and the journal. Making it all too real for it to just be dream.

His hands pull away and felt with empty space without warmth, but a warm smile had arrive to my face.

“You really mean it?” I asked.

“I mean it.”

His hands left between the warmth of me and him. It felt empty, but my excitement withdraw me back to the journal in hand.

With lit eyes.

“Ford, the movie is about to play! You better come down!”

“We have burnt popcorn and candy, jellybeans to be exact!”

We both laughed catching the talking from Fiddlford and Stanley.

Stanford carefully got back up and hand out his hand for me.

No words were spoke expect my hand accepting his and both crawling to the attic window.

“We definitely talking about the book once the two fall asleep right?”

“Oh yeah, we will.”

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shoutout to my favourite doctor who blooper ever

Doctor: Martha, you trust me don't you?

Martha: Of course I do.

Doctor: Because it all depends on you.

Martha: What does? What am I supposed to do?

David Tennant, breaking character and returning to his natural Scottish accent: Well there's a watch, but I've lost it.

transcript from @suz-blog

[boooweirdo]

I know I’ve been making some quite wholesome stories of Alastor…let’s just say the next one is gonna full of depression and angst. Be prepared lol.

[boooweirdo]

The Ol’ Typewriter

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Female!Reader

Description: Books and storytelling under the rain with your mischievous old friend Alastor, who couldn’t help but gave advice for such writing in your book.

Warnings: mentions of murder

Word count: 2515

A/N: hello! Yet again with Human Alastor one. Can’t help it I guess. Remember most of this isn’t canon to actual show and even mention of his age. I wrote this when it was raining a lot and I thought of an idea. And here we are, enjoy it! :)

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Droplets of water slip out of Alastor's red umbrella. As he stood there on the corner of a street in New Orleans. The past few days only gloom over the city and anytime by now it was gonna be raining.

And for today it had the whole sky pouring.

Alastor cleaned his glasses with his sleeve. Rubbing off any droplets that had fallen or gotten there before he had popped open the umbrella. While he hummed a tune that was stuck in his head.

Placing his glasses back onto himself he made sure that his vest and button up had nothing smeared or messed up. With one hand in his pocket and the other of the umbrella.

Coming from around the corner and my heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk, I bump into the view of him and become smitten immediately.

“Alastor, I didn’t expect you to wait here for me.”

Catching a hearing of my voice, he turned to face me. Smiling and getting under some sort of roof of the small shop that I stood under.

“Well, how could I not be with a lovely lady such as yourself?” Alastor chuckled and almost closed the umbrella until I stopped him.

“You and your compliments,” I snickered under my breath. “Come on, keep the umbrella up. I wanna take a small walk with you.”

It caused Alastor to smile and looked at me curiously.

“Alright. Sounds fine to me, dear.”

Alastor popped the umbrella open and I carefully went under as he looked down to me to make sure I didn’t get wet. “Where would you like to go?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. I wanted to walk out since it was raining. It’s really nice the way the rain smells and how fresh cold hits you.”

Taking a few small steps on the sidewalk, I poke my hand to let the droplets of rain slip through my fingers.

Alastor kept up with my pace and only smiled. As he started to enjoy the quiet rain hitting the street, the soft taps fell against the umbrella with us under it.

“Ah, yes, isn’t it lovely?”

“Very much lovely,” I grinned. “Anything new in your radio show?”

Alastor hummed quietly as he thought about his day. “Nothing too notable has happened. Of course, I had to deal with some pesters calling in ungodly hours. People being too desperate for my attention as per usual.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“People in this city can’t get enough of you, Alastor. Look at you though. You made quite a lot of progress. From being in a little house and unstable microphone, to now a full studio with jazz bands coming on to your show. I say you've been doing good.”

Alastor only laughed it off while looking away to the side.

“Ah it’s been quite a wild ride, dear. What can I say, I’m simply unforgettable!” He exclaimed. “Oh, there is something I wanted to mention.”

“Mmh? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out later darling.” Alastor only smile widely, looking at the rain fall. “But I promise, it’s something you’ll like a lot.”

“I hate suprises you know that,” I mentioned with tinge of embarrassment.

“I’m aware of that, my dear.” He playfully snickered as he placed a hand on my shoulder and pulling me in jokingly. “Which is what makes it all the more fun.”

“Of course you find it that quite enjoyable,” I laughed and unconsciously lean closer for support of warmth.

Alastor notice and made sure an arm was wrapped around me. Pulling close and holding me against his side. “Of course I do! Your reactions are priceless when it happens. Even if you dont like it.”

“Yeah I suppose I’ll mention that when they inerview me in future of how Alastor was in real life—and I’ll just tell them that you were such a rude old cruel man who love to torture his poor friend with such kind of suprises.”

It spurred a cackle out of Alastor the way he found amusement what I was saying, but I suppose it was always like that with him. He always found my words and way of speaking amusing.

Alastor placed a hand on his chest pretending to be offended with the slight tease I had pushed on him. “Me? Rude and cruel? I have no idea what you’re speaking of,” he said. “And old?”

Making a tsk sound and shaking my head, I playfully replied back.

“Yup, you’re an old man stuck in a young body.”

He looked down to me as he flicked my forehead. Making me hiss out of pain and rub my forehead. The devilish grin had sneak into Alastor lips as he saw me slightly in pain. “And how exactly how old is old darling?l

Glaring at him for a second—until recovering with a small smirk.

“I say about…twenty-six. Oh wait—you’re twenty-six!”

He raised an eyebrow when I spoke out his age. Stick with the same grin. “Yes yes, laugh it up. I’m twenty-six. I know that,” Alastor mocked.

We continue to bicker along the way of the sidewalk. As slight splashes hit the curbs from oncoming cars or carriages being sent around on the road. Turning around the corner, I had recongize the small book store in middle of the shops surrounded in downtown of the city.

The bell rang as both costumers left the shop with books in hand ready to be read. Sending me into small frenzy with the pages left untyped from my old janky typewriter I’ve had since when I was twelve. Being stolen of course, no one in my family or me could’ve afford any kind like that.

I had frown a little knowing there was book at home that I couldn’t find any way to finish it.

A kind of problem I had never thought I would bump myself into. Especially since writing is the only thing I’ve been able to do for who knows how long

The two customers had passed us just as we about to reach the display window of the bookstore. Peering inside and observing the shelves filled with copies of books.

Alastor did the same but noticing the frown off from the reflection of the display window. Tilting his head and reading my face carefully.

“What’s with the frown, darling?” He questioned with a smile.

“Oh nothing.”

Alastor slightly dropped his around me and had now fully face me with another raise eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me, dear,” He spoke. “I know there’s something on your mind.”

For a small moment I only look at him until facing away. My eyes landed back to the sidewalk ahead of us. Taking a small steps with Alastor leaning the umbrella over to me, making sure water wouldn’t get on me.

“You know how I mention I’n writing that book?” I muttered.

Alastor glance back to the display window but continue to walk the same pace I was on. “Mhm. I remember you mentioning that. How is it going? Any thrilling plot points?”

I chuckle a little but fell gently as I bit my tongue.

“Um well—well I hoped it had going better to say the least,” I sighed. “I have written so much so far but I can’t be able to finish the ending of the book.”

“Oh? What’s the problem then?” Alastor asked with smirk. “A small writers block?”

“I suppose so, yes, but it’s really what I think is the best for the characters in the ending of my book.”

He hummed almost excitedly and lean onto me while walking. “Ah, so which one is it? The man character gets a happy ending, or everyone dies sort of ending?”

“Well—well it just…the main character doesn’t exactly make the best decisions ever since meeting this man who has twisted her life up in flames. She walked through so much pain and suffering to be able to be with him. Even how dangerous and wicked he is. I thought—I thought well, maybe, she deserves this ending. A happy ending where she’s able to get what she wants, but it doesn’t seem right.”

The street had grown cold and quiet the longer Alastor had listen to me. Keeping in his thoughts as he processed the bit of plot point I had given him straight from the story. Also, smiling at the small analogy of a man twisting her life up in flames.

“Hm…I see your dilemma,” He said. “Now, let me ask you a question, dear.”

Glancing back to Alastor I had grin a little. “And what’s that?”

“Well, it depends on a couple of things. In this book,” He began, “How wicked is this man, exactly?”

“He’s…evil to say the least. He’s killed many, many people,” I cringe with breath under my voice.

A sly smile had stay still on his face while he moved his free hand poking my shoulder. “And this girl, what is she like?”

“She’s…she’s a bit harder to describe.”

“C’mon dear, surely you have some sort of an idea,” Alastor teased out of entertainment.

“I do, she’s just intelligent. On what she does and on what she sets her mind onto. She’s very funny as well and can be quite sarcastic at times, but before meeting this man, she’s unsure what her future would turn out to be. Once meeting him, all she wants is the mere satisfaction of just wanting to love him.”

Imagining in my head with two characters in mind and just falling into the plot line that I had started a few years ago. With Alastor’s chuckle breaking my thoughts and humming a little tune.

“So the poor darling has fallen in love with a wicked man. How cliche.”

“Oh shut up,” I scoffed. “I thought you were helping me not making fun of it.”

“I’m just teasing, you know that. Besides I am still very much helping,” Alastor replied.

Rolling my eyes away, we stayed quiet for a moment. Until I broke it with a thought that had continued to grow in my mind.

“You know,” I started, “Even though he is wicked, he knows he loves her. Maybe not in a way people would consider love but he does. And maybe he doesn’t know that himself. The wicked man sure has faults and tendencies that fall short but I do have to say he’s loyal.”

“I suppose love makes people do things they normally wouldn’t, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose…but that doesn’t give me enough of an idea on what kind of ending to give them.”

“Hm…let me ask you another question my dear.”

I looked at him and nodded for him to go ahead.

“Do you believe that love and loyalty can withstand even the most difficult and dire of circumstances?”

“I would say yes but…I don’t know. Love can only do so much. But maybe it can chance a whole narrative on what you intended to be.”

The sentence made Alastor jump a little with a smile. Almost intrigue. “I see. That is an interesting way of thinking about it. May I ask another question.

“Go ahead,” I grinned.

“Is this story based off of any experiences you may have had?”

The question made had almost hit a near pole on the street and look at bewilder. “No. Why would you say that?”

Alastor only smile wider. Catching on how quick it had distracted me. “Well, you seem awfully invested in this character. I’m just curious if they reflect a piece of you darling.”

My eyes had looked away and stare at my feet below me. Stepping on some small puddles.

“I could’ve, possibly. Maybe putting something that’s related to me. I just would've not know what I could had possibly put in it.

“Ah, perhaps you may not think you put anything into, but everyone leaves a piece of themselves in their writing.”

There was no response out of me.

We had stopped at a corner. Waiting to cross while vehicles had enough support of engine to pass. Both of us staring at the cloudy view of the city and how the rain had sparkles the shine of street lamps and dirty roads

The rain and road. Every small sense that had kind to just send a comfortable feeling, cradling in your chest.

“How would you end it? If you were the writer?” I broke the silence.

Following closely to my gaze, taking in the smell of rain—Alastor return his look at me.

“Well, if I was the writer, I wouldn’t quite give them a happy ending, or even a happy middle. I would make it bittersweet.”

“Bittersweet?”

Alastor chuckle, only this time much more gentle and hold my gaze.

“Mhm. Bittersweet,” He repeated. “You see, dear, if it was my story, I would give them a mix between happiness and sadness. They may get what they want, but at a very steep price. They may find their happiness, but it comes with a cost.”

I nodded slowly and spoke, “So, would you let them be together?”

On the inner corners of his lips I caught it twitch a little. Turning upwards and tilting his head continue to give me such a look I would never guess something on Alastor’s face.

“I suppose I, in my twisted way of storytelling, would allow them to remain together,” He let out soft chuckle.

It had made me chuckle along with him and shake my head. “Even how murderous the relationship get and how many crimes will be comitted?” I asked.

“Yes, even with the murderous tendencies and the countless crimes they may commit. They would remain togther because, in my mind dear, true love can withstand even the most twisted and darkest of relationships.”

Standing there, I had somehow smile like a fool. I didn’t count how long I stared at him like that, but grabbing his arm and hooking mine around his, I just knew.

“Didn’t expect you to be the type to be romantic kind? Maybe you could help me more with the story.”

It cause him to laugh and shut his eyes to let it all run out. Squeezing my arm and leaving a smile remain on my face.

“Me? Romantic? Who would’ve thought?” Alastor tease, his tone holding a hint of sarcasm. “How’s that old typewriter by the way?”

I groaned and blew a piece of my hair out of my face. “Janky, old and winding down—but I can handle it for another two years.”

“Why are you asking?” I added.

Alastor shook his head and smile. “Just merely asking dear. C’mon there’s cafe I wanna show you.”

Be able to cross the street, Alastor and I walk down with much more to talk about.

My mind all over the book I was writing and telling him the wandering ideas roaming inside of my head. Not being able to contain them any longer and only being able to tell him.

While Alastor listens and watches me.

Picturing the brand new black typewriter wrapped in a bow in the back of his automobile.

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Hey guys! Rich Sweet Murder got a lot of good feedback so I’m def gonna do another part for it sometime soon. I actually been making a few drafts for it!

As for now though I’m keeping it on hold since I had another one shot I’ve been writing for. It’s another human Alastor (I promise y’all I’m write more demonic Alastor i have few good ideas 🤞) and I have half written so far so keep on eye for that to come out!

But yes there will be Rich Sweet Murder part two coming soon! (And more drabbles to come in future!)

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Sweet Rich Murder

Pairings: Human!Alastor x Female!Reader

Summary: being invited to party fill with rich people wasn’t the type of night you had expected to land in. Although meeting a famous radio show host who has little unique trait, may had lead to some trouble with mob boss.

Word count: 4697 (it’s big one ik)

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, a lot of violent fighting. Alcohol mentions and drunk people

A/N: hey! this one took a lot of me to write like a lot and I’m thinking to even create another part to this cause I couldn’t help it but write more. This contains human Alastor and I ran a lot of ideas so don’t take this canon (I just kinda thought of something and ran with it) anyway I hope you enjoy this with some nice jazz music in background :)

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I would say that the American dream has always been full of lies since the 1920s. Alcohol was deemed as illegal and there the country went dry almost at midnight. Scavenging the last bit of their whiskey bottles and the other group people thought it was a gold mine in sight.

Sadly that gold mine had wrapped me in tight rope to be pulled in.

Mobs thrived in such a state of the country. Creating big names out on the street with Alcohol sneaking in as many states as they could. Causing blood to be spilled and families held by gun with a man with so much power.

Yet none of it matters with nothing but glamorous parties out in New Orleans with huge houses enough to get people all drunk and dancing all around the glitter even with so much gambling out there.

Hidden speakeasies, hidden musicians, and you can name any of it. Almost anyone you knew was rich.

Only for their criminal activity.

Invited to huge parties wasn’t exactly my type of Saturday night. Especially having to deal with so many of them working in speakeasy. Yet an “old friend” couldn’t help but invite me.

There I am, stranded, with a sea crowd of people laughing and glasses in their hands. Glitter and champagne all around, cigars trying to be put out into the shitty ash trays that they made out for themselves

With parties like these it was easy for one of your friends to be swept away from you so fast. Walking aimsley in the party and ending up near the bar, with bubble near to be popped.

Observing the place with nothing else to do.

Accidentally making eye contact with someone’s eyes behind a pair of rounded glasses.

He was surrounded by a group of men and women. Blabbering over themselves and getting on top of each other for how excited to speak with him.

I could already tell the crowd as they somehow followed right behind each step he took. Still managing the crowd and distracting them with jazz music played in the background.

I intentionally look away realizing I might’ve stared too long. Looking back to the bar right in front of me while the man behind the bar prepared drinks that were sneak behind closed doors.

Someone clears their throat next to me.

“I couldn’t help but see you.”

Glancing back to him, my palms have sort of sweat themselves so much out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but watch the sort of crazy party they have here in this mansion,” I mentioned, with sheepish smile that glued on me for the most of night.

“And I won’t blame you on that,” he smiled with a small tilt to his head. “The people here are free entertainment for anyone to watch.”

As I let out a weak chuckle he introduced himself.

“I’m Alastor, and who you might be?”

Making a small smile—I felt my shoulders seize to calm down once he approached me with nice manners that many men didn’t come with into this party.

“Y/N. I’m—I’m Y/N.” I offer my hand with an awkward smile.

Alastor took my hand in his, holding it up to his lips and kissing the back of my hand.

“Nice to meet you, such a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady like you.”

I flinched a little. Flustered of course. It certainly felt like my chest was being pulled just now.

“Ah—ah, thank you!” Fumbling with my words a little but I still recover. “Sorry I’m not exactly the type of person to be in this kind of party.”

Alastor chuckled a little at my fluster face. He let go of my hand once he finished kissing it. Resting his elbow on the counter and facing you completely now.

“I must say, I can tell. You have the look of an introvert. Quite shy.”

“Rather be quiet than loud,” I giggle a little. Peering back to the party I got the view of loud people that were drunk and dancing all around.

“I can admit,” I added. “Some little loudness can be a bit fun.”

He followed my gaze scanning over the crowd of people. “I personally enjoy the quiet as well. So I can supposed I can understand that to an extent. Though a little loudness doesn’t hurt now and then.”

Taking my attention back to Alastor, I propped my elbow on the counter while my chin rested on my hand. Coming up with any thoughts for conversation topics.

“So, why are you exactly here? You also seem the type not to extend a lot of his time here.”

A little light of pleasure flickered on his face, his smile growing a bit more. He look down on me for a moment thinking over his answer.

“I wasn’t planning on staying here that much longer. I only came here to enjoy the simple music of jazz and speak to a couple people for work related matters, but I don’t plan on staying for very long.”

I hummed and tilted my head almost like a curious cat. “You are sure hard worker. I wouldn't care for work right now, especially a chaotic party like this. I can barely keep up with work.”

Chuckling a bit, leaning in closer for how endearing my curiosity was.

“Trust me, if I weren’t here for my job, I be probably be relaxing at home or wandering around looking for something to occupied my time. It’s nice to be here, but I’m ready to leave once I finish what I came here to do.”

A secret grin sneak into my lips. “You’re getting me curious here. A lot of these people wouldn’t care enough to talk unless if it’s about them and their money.”

“Are you trying to guess what I do for money, hm? And how do I get my money?” Alastor smirks grown just as mine did.

For a moment I took a small chance to finally see how he looked, and what he wore for such a party like this. Wearing this nice tuxedo with a classic bow tie.

Recognizing the rounded glasses he wore. Remembering how his eyes looked behind them.

“That’s a nice suit. Probably worth a lot for how nice it is. Careful you don’t want blood catching on it.”

Alastor was clearly amused by my small joke. Although it seems he was more amused by the way my cheeks have turned slightly red after taking a closer look at what he was wearing.

He even knew the suit was clear to the eye; it came from a popular and highly expensive tailor shop. Alastor gestures his hand to his suit with a smile.

“Good eye, dear. And thank you for the compliment. I doubt any blood would get on it.”

“Not if any people want a piece of that suit. Hypothetically speaking,” I teased.

Alastor chuckled along making this party a lot more lively before I had bump into him. Before any of us could slip a word to each other, the crowd was tucking into each other right in front of stage decorated everywhere to the chandelier.

A sudden applause erupt the crowd and whistles. With an entrance of men coming with instruments and getting on the stage.

My eyes had lit up realizing a live jazz band had arrived to fill up more of the empty halls of the mansion.

Alastor only took a peek from the inner corner of his eye. Growing mild interest in how excited I seem to see the jazz band.

“They’ve finally started to perform huh? These musicians have only been on my radio show so often.”

“The instruments look so—“

Eyes widen clear to the diamonds laying on the collarbone of lady sitting a few feet away. Snapping my head back to Alastor with a wider smile.

“A radio show. You’re a radio show host!”

Alastor made another chuckle and nodded at the excitement I gain.

“Yes, my dear. I’m the host of a radio show, now you know why I’m here for business deals. Discussing possible sponsors I could get.”

“That does make a lot of sense,” I stated. “Now that you’ve told me, you certainly do have the voice for a radio man indeed.”

“I take that as compilment,” he smirked. “Besides it is my career and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Some people even listen to my show just for my voice.”

Raising my eyebrow I smirked a littile too. His voice was nice.

“Sounds like you do have quite a lot of fans the last time I saw you.”

“I suppose so my dear.”

Gazing back to the jazz band I tapped along to the music and watch how everyone began dancing right there in front of the stage.

As someone pass by me with champagne glass, my throat had gone dry.

Clearing my throat I turn back to bar and Alastor caught on.

“You want a drink? I can get whatever you want from the bar,” offered Alastor.

“No, no,” I waved my hand and made a small smile. “You’re too sweet. I should try to be sober and enjoy the sweet time in a place like this. Won't probably be here again.”

His eyebrow raised with a smile remains on his face. Mirroring me with his chin resting on his hand!

“You’ll probably never be back in a place like this again? Why is that my dear?”

“Don’t really have the money,” I said with a hint of embarrassment as I looked away. “And— a friend had dragged me here from work. She’s run off somewhere though probably with one of the men she was talking to since we arrived here.

“Are you still enjoying the party?”

My chest made this slight jump and I try not to smile too much.

“Yeah—yeah I am. I would be such a liar if I said no.”

Alastor laughed for a second and leaned closer with our shoulders nearly touching.

“I’m glad you are. I do have to say you certainly have been more fun to talk with than most of the people I’ve spoken with tonight.”

The small comment he made somehow made me giddy all around my chest and brain.

Without a beat he calls for the bartender asking for a drink. Sliding in money for him and handing the drink to me.

No word was spoken but I grabbed the drink as I gave a smile to Alastor who still smiles since he talked to me.

The jazz band kept roaring on with the dance floor covered with flapper dresses swinging around and drinks in hand.

“Quite lively tonight I do have to say. The dance floor is getting more and more packed by the minute.”

“I don’t blame them for wanting to dance. Music is incredible!” I exclaimed while watching this one specific couple dancing with one another.

My eyes were glued on them and Alastor followed where I watched. Hands rested in his pockets and leaned back against the countertop.

Watching the dancers but content watching my facial expressions observing the people dancing.

“Do you want to dance at all, my dear? Or are you just content with just watching the dancers?”

My hands twitch against the glass cup and I bite the inside of my cheek.

“I’m not really a dancer,” I said.

“Oh please,” waved Alastor's hand. “Anyone can be a dancer. Dancing isn’t as difficult as a lot of people make it up to be.”

“I suppose it does seem a lot fun…”

No hesitation came near when he stood up from the bar seat with a hand out for him. A smile never faltered out from his handsome face.

“You know what? Let’s give dancing a try, shall we?”

A wide eyed expression had fallen on my face but a smug smile had turned my lips. “A dancer? I didn’t expect you to be the type.”

“I'm a very good dancer, you are in good hands dear.”

I stood up before he spoke again but I took his hand gently. “Show me the way.”

In a second I was immediately pulled right into the crowd. Swiftly pulling me through the sea of people and making sure my hand was in his. Starting to dance a bit along with the rhythm of the dance

The tassels of my black dress waved around just as he spun me around a couple of times. I laughed but followed his dancing as he gripped my hand and swung around.

People around us kept dancing along and the spotlight shone on the stage as the musicians kept playing. Just from stepping onto the floor, you almost can get drunk simply being around others.

Just as he swung me around and spun me again, I felt mysel trip a little bumping into his chest. Alastor hold me as he kept dancing.

“You got some moves radio man!”

Alastor laughed and his hand placed on my waist holding on to me tight before continuing to dance. Speaking up amidst all of the music and cheerful chatter.

“What can I say? I keep a lot of secrets from my audience, you know. I am full of surprises,” Alastor winked and dipped me down with our faces inches closer.

“Watch it, I love mysteries.”

I smiled and giggle from the small dip he did, and pulling me back up. Alastor hold me close and dance again with a hand on my waist and the other on my hand. Dancing around and taking steps after the other.

Alastor snickered under his breath. “That’s good, because you’ll never discover all of mine.”

“I wouldn’t say that for you. I do have a way to get to know a person more than themselves.”

Alastor chuckled and danced a little slower, taking the time to stare at me for a moment for the cute kind of confidence I grew. “You think you can figure out all of my mysteries, darling?”

A new cute pet name I see.

I stayed silent until I spoke up again. “There’s this quote I really like from one of my favorite books I’ve read. I like big parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

Alastor listened to the quote with small humming as we took small steps around the few beats of the jazz song. He wore this cheeky smile while he held me close.

“And yet here you and I are in a place full of dozens of people, and having a private conversation of our own.”

“I guess that’s why they call them intimate,” I almost muttered.

Alastor's smile had widened as he listened to my voice getting quieter than usual. He made sure he had pull me the closest I ever was with him and reduced the amount of space that was left between us.

“Yes, they are quite intimate, aren’t they?” He chuckled. “And how intimate would you say we are at this moment, dear?”

“None, we ain't drunk yet.”

Some laughter left out of me as I closed my eyes, shaking my head. Alastor did the same but softly and made sure I wasn’t bumping into anyone else.

Leaned in close he made sure he muttered it to me to only hear.

“I'm sure I can change that very quickly, my dear.”

My cheeks reddened furiously. “Careful, you might flatter me a bit, radio man.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

His breath hit me and I could nearly feel myself tripping once again but this time out of my flooshiness.

The song was finished with one more last note from the saxophonist and everyone cheered as we paused on the floor.

For a second I imagine as if he squeezed gently on my hand.

“Y/N!”

I jolt awake and rip my eyes away from him for a second. Recognizing the smug man walking towards the both of us.

“Torrio.” I said his name out loud and I let go of Alastor quickly. I didn’t want too but seeing my boss out and about at the party was something that wasn’t usual.

It screamed as a warning came up ahead.

“Well, now isn’t it the lovely Y/n! And I thought you weren’t the type to get into these kinds of parties,”

Torrio’s words slurred.

His breath reeked of booze and even after taking a few steps it still somehow stink.

“I thought you were with the others by now, sir,” I mentioned to Torrio.

“Oh come on. I’m just glad to see you somewhere like this. I would've always wondered what you would’ve looked like in flapper dress,” Torrio hiccups and tries to place his arm around me but I dodged it taking a few steps back.

Causing me to bump into Alastor, who only sticks with the smile but with narrowed eyes on Torrio.

Losing the little balance I had, he placed his hands on my waist steadying me and making sure I won’t fall.

At least I thought so.

“I was here for Alison,” I said directly and uncomfortable as he kept staring at me, especially how older he was than me.

“I don’t see her anywhere. Looks like you got caught by someone, and I didn’t expect it to be a very famous radio show host!”

Torrio looks at Alastor giving a drunken smile but Alastor gives a smile back. One that didn’t meet his eyes.

“It's a pleasure to meet you sir, you must be…”

“Johnny Torrio,” he slapped his hand on Alastor's hand and shook it harshly and sloppy. “Say, you should visit the speakeasy we have that's a couple blocks away young man. We have every kind of drink that you would like, got some new shipments.”

I frowned a little and continued to sense the energy thick and sticky. Creating this caution tension that I couldn’t get out from the web.

“I don’t think Alastor wouldn’t wanna do that—“

“Nonsense! It would be worth it!” Torrio interrupted me.

Alastor stood silent but remained fixated on the both of us.

“Now, may I have a word with Y/N. I promise I won’t take her away for too long, Mr. Alastor.”

Alastor gave off an air of politeness and charm. Though he seem reluctant letting go of me for a second.

“Of course. I won’t get in the way of you two having conversation,” said Alastor.

He removed his hands from waist and somehow it felt as emptier than usual.

“I promise I won’t take her away for too long,” he made a nasty wink at Alastor and grab my arm, dragging me away.

I didn’t get the chance to look back for Alastor. Only this view of people and the drunk mess of my boss.

Everything started to scream in my brain. Especially the way he had forcibly grabbed me out of my will. There was something wrong, I could smell it on him and see it from the nerve about to pop out of his forehead.

Soon he took me to the exit doors where a bodyguard stood there, opening it up for him.

There it sank in.

I tried to pull away but he still managed to grip tighter and I yelped. The other bodyguard made sure the front doors were closed just as they heard make some sort of any noise.

Torio grabbed me and shut me up placing his hand on my mouth.

“Shut up you tramp! Come on!”

There he dragged me outside away from the noise and partying, to an alleyway dark and no human to be spotted to be screamed for. He push me off from him and there I hit the wall a bit as he stood over me.

“You think that you were that slick to get away from us!” Torio yelled.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” I spat.

“The FBI is what I’m talking about!”

I looked at dumbfounded and still confused as to why he would react like this to me.

“One of our guys were out tonight until the whole place went into hell and he died after shootout with police officers,” Torio explained with glare in his eyes.

“They found link back the speakeasy and we found out one of the many men who sneak in their way was an actual fucking spy!”

Torio kicked a trash can in alleyway and I stared at him as if he was lunatic. A true fucking lunatic.

“A spy had somehow found our spot and now has leaked all the information to the FBI agents. Meaning they gonna terrioze anytime tomorrow, all because of your fault.”

“My fault?” I scoffed. “I did nothing, what are you on, Torrio?”

“You are the only one who gets to see the guests that get up and leave once they all drunk and gone. You see everyone who enters and leaves with some kind of slut every night. I know you saw them, Y/n.”

“I wouldn’t fucking see them!” I hissed. “I would've known about this faster if I wasn’t so busy being at the bar and dealing with all your buddies who only snort and drink out of their time.”

Torio pushes me to the brickwall and his nails stab my arm. “Watch what you say to me, bitch!”

For a minute it was only me and him pushing off of each other but he had pinned his hand around my neck. Pushing my head to the wall.

“I’m giving you choice right here,” He started to choke me and ran out of breath. “Did you know or not?”

“How could I possibly have known? You know how many people come in and out!” I try to grasp for air. “Coming with gambling and drug deals. You keep me at the bar for godsakes!”

Torrio made sure he had me there stick to the wall and grab something from behind his back. The gun clicked and there it was pointed at me. A fear smeared into my eyes.

“Get off of me!”

With nails dug into his wrist and a finger on the trigger ready to be pushed—a loud smack echo the alleway. A second look of a wooden plank it was hit across behind his head causing him to hit the ground. Falling unconscious at my feet. I gasped and felt the empty air hit my free neck.

My body went frozen.

Hand on the wooden plank—Alastor stare at Torio at the ground as he heavy breathes. He catches me staring at me. Giving his full attention on to me and dropping the plank.

His face staying serious but his eyes seem to stare with nothing but concerned just as he took the sight of me.

A loud groan came out of Torrio and he was shaking, but moving ever so slowly. Reaching for the gun that was few inches away easily to get just extending your arm. I look back at Alastor who seems to realize the same thing that I was thinking of.

So quickly, and so loud, Alastor steps on Torrios hand and smashing it into the ground. Causing Torrio to yell out in pain.

Alastor grabs the gun and swiftly points it spot on onto his head.

Firing a bullet. Striking the bullet right between his eyes. The pistol ring the whole alleway enough to take to the sidewalks to be heard.

Eyes of Torio dead as mouse that has fallen into a trap. His body fallen cold and no air to be exhaled. Blood splatter onto the trash can and puddle near leaking out of his head. Realizing the blood had not only tainted everywhere but us as well.

The both of us stood there in silence, staring at the scene in front of us and now listening to the now quiet alleway. The only sounds being the faint noises coming from the party still going on from the other side of the building.

I couldn’t make up any words the longer I stare at the dead body. Finally getting the courage to peer back to Alastor. His attention drawn to the bloody murder that had just been caused and trembled hand onto the pistol he had in hand.

His face and body say in composure. No reeking of any self pressure or guilt. Just a man with calm wide eye expression staring at man on the ground who he had kill as if he was a deer.

Alastor had turned his face to me. There he saw the shift in my eyes as I saw him differently. There it had both clicked inside of our brains.

Calm composure. Heat in his breaths. This wasn’t his first.

Down the other end of the alleyway I could hear the familiar voices of men. Snapping my head to the voices and hearing them yell.

“Who’s there!?”

Instantly recongizing that the men were from the mob. Panic started to rise inside of me.

“We need to get out of here.” I grab Alastor by his wrist and immediately started running.

His feet picked up with pace of mine and we could hear bullets being fire from the other end. We turned the corner. Entering back inside the party through backdoor of the house.

The sound of champagne bottles being popped up with dancers still keeping the night young out on the floor. Alastor had made sure to stay close to me as we weaved through the crowd and the dancers.

Discreetly making our way out without all the attention back to us. The arrival of gunshots came and soon the party and everyone else in it, knew there was trouble. The area was overrun by everyone running outside taking a warning of the violence growing outside.

Alastor tugs my wrist stopping the both of us from running. He gestures with his head to another door. Im guessing he knew the area well enough on which doors to exit.

Doors went wide open and soon the both of us ran down the streets of New Orleans. Along with people behind us trying to escap the mob

“In here!”

Alastor grabs out of his pocket car keys unlocking a car parked right out of the mansion.

“Get in!” He yelled. Opening the passenger door for me and soon I jump in quickly. Alastor runs for the drivers seat and soon pushing the gas pedal to speed away. Speeding away from faint gunshots firing in the sweet old rich mansion.

With silence now bearing around the air and our breaths all heavy, sinking tired from all the occurrences. I had reimagined all the incidents and what kind of sticky mess i had finally wind up myself into.

I had now processed the fact that my boss was dead and gone. The state of his mob is probably up in flames right now. And the fact I was in a car with a murderer and yet somehow I felt the most safest with him throughout the night.

Even though I couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not once Torrio was fully dead.

Somehow I knew, I just knew he was much more than he shown or spoke tonight. That glare that smeared into his eyes and how he looked at motionless body right there on the concrete floor.

Maybe my brain had self consciously jump into the conclusions or I had now set up a sort of make up lie in my head.

Or maybe it truly takes two people to understand who the other person really is.

Alastor kept one hand on the steering wheel as he drove quietly. Listening to my breathing.

Gazing at him for a quick moment. Noticing the blood stain on his face and the white button up. Matching the red color inside of his suit coat.

I close my hands and there I took sharp inhale.

“Alastor.”

His eyes took a double look at me and finally spoke.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

He went quiet for a moment. Not exactly expecting those two words to come out of my mouth. His eyes stay focused on the road up ahead.

“You’re welcome.”

A/N: (Should I make a part two?)

[boooweirdo]

so I have a little something for Alastor and I’m really excited for it but it’s soooo long. Like actually longer than I expected it to be. Is anyone fine with a long shot with about 4000 words on it 🥲.

Asking for someone help if I should cut into two parts or the whole thing