New Face (11th Doctor x Timelord!Reader)

watch me make a series out of a oneshot that was very much not meant to be a series— anyway, one david tennant hyperfixation led to another and now I'm rewatching Matt Smith's run as The Doctor and you know what that means!

Also requests are open!

Wordcount: 1.4k

Series masterpost

Summery: a new face a new doctor and the start of a new adventure with a lovely little girl who just wants a ride in a time machine.

Things change quickly with the Doctor. You knew that well.

One moment you're comforting the face that rescued you the next you're putting out fires around the Tardis as it wildly flies over the skies of London.

"A little help over here!" The Doctor cried, he's barely holding onto the edge of the Tardis, his body hanging out through the front doors. His new voice is higher than the one you knew.

"In a minute love!" You yell back, there was no other option than yelling over the explosions of the console and the many alarms going off.

Another explosion rocked the Tardis and the Doctor manages to pull himself up as you adjust the angle at which the Tardis is basically crashing towards the ground. There's no other option but to crash so you tried to crash in the least horrific way you could.

The thing is, you crash sideways, tipping you and the Doctor deep into the Tardis.

"Oh for fucksake—" You said as you landed against one of the couches in the library. "Oi! Language!" The doctor chided. He had the luck of landing with a big splash in the swimming pool that for some reason was in the library.

"Since when do you care about about language?" You asked him, helping him out of the pool.

"Since now evidently" He said and started looking around for ways to get out.

You handed him a grappling line.

"Care to do the honors?" You asked and he smiled, launching it as far as he could and when he felt it was stable he began to climb up.

When he finally made it to the Tardis doors you heard him talking to someone. You hadn't the faintest clue as to who.

"Love, make some room!" You called from below him and he climbed onto the Tardis, looking down.

"Woah, look at that" He said in awe as he looked at the Tardis. It was quite a view though you would have appreciated a hand as you climbed up to join him.

That's when you saw the little girl standing beside the Tardis in her nightie and bright bright red boots that matched her bright red hair. Well not really red. Human red, which was more of a copper.

"Hello there" You said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Just had a fall, all the way down there right to the library. Hell of a climb back up" The Doctor told her.

"You're soaking wet" The little girl said.

"He landed in the swimming pool" You added.

She turned to look at the Doctor, "You said you were in the library".

"So was the swimming pool" He answered.

She looked a bit confused but quickly kept the questions coming.

"Are you a policeman?" She asked.

"Why? Did you call a policeman?" The Doctor asked, meanwhile you climbed down from the Tardis and onto the ground, inspecting the crash site.

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" The little girl asked.

"What crack—" The Doctor started but he fell, clutching his chest as he groaned in pain.

You weren't worried. He was still coming off of his regeneration meaning he was practically invincible.

"Are you okay mister?" The little girl asked.

"I'm fine, it's okay, this is all perfectly normal" He said, some fleck of regeneration energy floating out of his mouth.

You turned back to the Doctor and the little girl, content with you assessments of the crash site.

"I'm sorry, we seem to have crashed into your shed" You said to the little girl and she looked between you and the Doctor.

"Who are you?" She asked and you smiled, leaning down to be at her eye level.

"My name is Y/N and he" You said, pointing at your lover who was currently watching the regeneration energy still filling his hands "-is The Doctor."

The Doctor got his bearings, or at least tried to, coming up beside you. "Does it scare you?" He asked.

"Does what scare me?" She asked.

"The crack in your wall, does it scare you?" He repeated.

"Yes" She answered, almost shyly.

This excited him. "Well then, no time to lose. Like he said I'm The Doctor, do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off" He said confidently and started walking.

"Love" You said and he turned his head back to face you, causing him to walk straight into the tree you wanted to warn him about.

The little girl walked over to him where he was just lying on the ground.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Early days" He said, "Steering's a bit off plus he distacted me" he said, pointing at you.

With a roll of your eyes you went over to help him up.

"You really should sit down and eat something love, you're running on fumes" You told him and shrugged.

"I'll be fine" He said and you sighed, turning to the little girl.

"Can you do me a favor and get him something to eat? Maybe then the two of you can have a look at that scary crack in your wall" You suggested and she nodded, you gave her The Doctor's hand and told her to be careful with him cause he's very iratible right now and he complained as the little girl walked with him into the house and you stayed outside with the Tardis.

You had a feeling this would be a regular thing with this new Doctor. You cleaning up after him.

You could already see so many differences between his old self and this new one.

Besides the obvious physical difference this new body was much more wild. He was already all over the place much more than your old Doctor. But he was also charming. You were sure you'd love him just as much once he figured himself out a bit more, after all he did the same for you.

All that time ago when you promised you would never leave him, when you told you loved him, when you stayed by his side even as the power of a sun was burning through his body. You stayed with him and regenerated and he helped you. He carefully picked you up and placed you back in the medbay of the ship you were on and when you woke up he helped you get accustomed to your new body and he kept loving you just like he did before. So you would do the same.

You checked the grappling line and when you were sure it would hold you went back into the Tardis.

nothing in the console room was on fire anymore which was good. You went one by one checking the systems and resetting what needed it. That is until the ringing started.

you hadn't actually gotten to checking the engines yet. The ringing was coming from the engines.

"No, no, no, no, no— Come on!" You cried as you tried to settle them.

"Just calm down a bit will you?" You tried to ask the Tardis but she wasn't having it.

"Y/N! What's going on in there?" The Doctor hollered as he ran out of the house.

"She's throwing a tantrum!" You yelled through the open Tardis doors.

"It's just a box, how can a box be throwing a tantrum?" The little girl said. You still didn't know her name.

"Not a box, it's a time machine" The Doctor said.

"What, a real one?" she asked, you popped your head out of the Tardis just enough to look at them.

"Doctor come on!" You said, popping back into the console room.

"Five minute hop into the future should do it" The Doctor said, climbing onto the Tardis.

"Can I come?" The girl asked.

"Not safe in here, five minutes, give me five minutes, I'll be right back" He said.

"People always say that" She said and the Doctor stopped, he climbed back down to the ground and kneeled in front of the little girl.

"Am I people?" He asked, "Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor" He said.

He climbed back onto the Tardis, gave the girl one last look and jumped in, "Geronimo!"

With him inside the ringing finally stopped.

"There you go, you just don't like it when Y/N drives" The Doctor cooed at the console.

You rolled your eyes.

"Doctor" You asked, "What did you tell that little girl?"

"I told her we'd be back in five minutes" He said, running around the console, hitting buttons and turning switches.

"Did you get her name?" You asked and he smiled.

"Yes! Amelia Pond! Brilliant name isn't it? Amelia Pond"

Redacted Characters And Listeners As Things That I Or My Friends Have Said/Conversations We've Had:

Marcus: I wish I saw what people see in me fr

Asset: A bunch of organs?

Milo: But ok I wouldn't have high standards if I was Benedict Cumberbatch

Asher: Anyway, hope you're having fun with your book. Don't bite it in half or smth.

(Later)

Baabe: I surprisingly did not.

(Conversation about two different romance books)

Gavin: I was like, yes Rhys, get it-

Freelancer: I thought we were talking about Edward and Bella

Gavin: WHAT. GOODNIGHT. No.

Freelancer: I did not check the switch from Edward and Bella to Mister Fake-Latin-Name

Gavin: FAKE LATIN NAME💀

(Discussion of past relationships)

Darlin: I will show you convos of me and my ex-bf

Angel: Hold up when did you have a bf?

Darlin: Used to be my gf, turned out to be trans

Angel: Ohhh right right I remember

Darlin: The only time my friends believed I was gay

Lovely: Okay, Twilight shaped me into the deranged mess I am today, you should thank it.

Milo: Happy new year

Sweetheart: Make a wish

Milo: I want a big ass

Sweetheart: I want big tits

Milo: You can have mine

Sweetheart: Gladly

Milo: Only for you bbg

Vincent: Are you team Edward or team Jacob?

Sam: Neither- but if I had to pick I'm with the wolf all the way

Vincent: I FUCKING KNEW IT

Vincent: You werewolf-obsessed ass...

Sam: Though, Alice and Jasper were my pansexual awakening I'll be honest

Vincent: Alice 🧎‍♀️

Darlin: But still, call a therapist so you can get an appointment in a year. The longer you wait the longer... you'll have to wait- That sounded better in my head.

David: I have noticed just by talking to you.

Lasko: Can you promise me something real quick because otherwise I'll forget

Freelancer: Okok I mean tell me what to promise and maybe I'll do it.

Lasko: When I get my next paycheck you need to force me to buy the "Are You Lasky?" Shirt.

Lasko: I need to be the joke.

Love your drabbles! I cannot stop reading and sharing them. I have another prompt if you are still taking them! It would be interesting to see Gaz defend his Jamie when he is invited as a special guest to that CBS show Jamie is on. Would love to see protective Gary against Kate Abdo with Big Meeks laughing in the background and Titi being torn between helping Kate or (rightfully) knowing when a battle is lost. Maybe a dib at Kate how being a host is easy money compared to being actual pundits & analysts

kinda obsessed w this prompt being sent like a day before Jamie ran his big mouth on live tv and got in trouble for it (though tbh he's ALWAYS running his big mouth and what he said abt kate not being loyal wasn't even up there with worst mistakes imo it's just the one that happened to go viral). but also YES I am obseeeeessed with the UCL Today gang's dynamic the banter.... the thinly veiled dislike between Jamie and Kate.... chefs kiss

Also, this ficlet can be considered part of the wife-gary saga and having said that I'm wondering if I should have that as a tag so the other prompt fills in that universe are easier to find......

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“Joining us in the studio today is one of the most decorated British footballers of all time, with over a hundred appearances in the Champions’ league and two titles to show for it, it’s Gary Neville. Gary, welcome to the show.”

Gary, who’d been grimacing awkwardly through Kate’s introduction, shakes his head around a bit and then gives her a smile. “Glad to be here, I –”

“—hold on, hold on,” Jamie interrupts, “can we go back to the ‘two titles’ thing for a second?”

“Yes, James, I have two Champions’ league medals,” Gary says, turning to look at Jamie with one unimpressed eyebrow raised. “As many as everyone else in this studio combined, I believe. What’s not clickin’, can you not count that high?”

To Jamie’s left, Micah doubles over with laughter, but Jamie just shakes his head, reaching a hand out to Gary’s chest, pushing him back in his seat. “No, no, Gary, why don’t you tell our audience how many games you played to earn that second medal, eh?”

Before Gary has a chance to defend himself, Kate primly says “about thirty more across his career than you did, Jamie,” which sets the whole table off laughing again while Jamie sits glaring in the middle of it all.

*

Jamie, as the lone Scouser in the cast and the only one not to have won a Premier league (besides Kate, obviously, but she doesn’t count), often feels ganged up on at CBS. And to have Gary on as a guest, even though he’d agreed to the idea (and quite enthusiastically, though don’t tell Gary that), feels like an extra kick in the shin.

Because not only is Gary, Mister Manchester United, getting obvious favouritism from lifelong United supporter Kate, he has the more crucial advantage that nobody in America knows who he is.

This means that Gary on CBS is not ‘below-average defender who only achieved what he did through obsessive hard work and sucking up to Fergie’, no, Gary on CBS is ‘best full-back of his generation, Manchester United and England legend, one of the top 10 most decorated British footballers of all time, and David fucking Beckham’s best mate.’

When you look at it like that, it’s a lot harder to find something to tease him about.

Jamie still manages, of course, he’s spent the past decade making a career out of insulting Gary Neville and he’s damn good at it. Over the course of the show he’s able to get in a few digs about his nose, his hair, his weight, his dress sense. But that’s all appearance stuff, which is easy – one look at Gary and the jokes basically write themselves.

What that says about Jamie, the idiot who went and married him, he’s not sure.

Everyone around the table is joking about Istanbul, which is easy enough to do if you weren’t there, which none of them were, and it’s enough to get Jamie’s blood boiling. He’s getting ready to launch into a rant about how it was one of the greatest games in footballing history when Kate cracks a line about how Jamie’s successes were all dumb luck, and Gary’s face scrunches up in displeasure.

“Oh, I’m – I’m not sure that’s fair, really,” he says quietly, glancing back at Jamie as he does. “Don’t get me wrong, that Liverpool team were nowhere near Champions’ league winner quality, I’m sure James would agree w’me on that –” Jamie, very reluctantly, nods. “—I mean, they finished fifth in the league that season, got knocked out of the FA cup their first game. There’s always a bit of luck to be fair, gettin’ to a Champions’ league final, but credit where it’s due – they were a scrappy little team, and that win was well deserved.”

On Gary’s right, Thierry nods in agreement, which is quite possibly the highest praise Jamie’s ever received from the man, and even Kate gives Jamie an awkward little smile once Gary’s done talking.

Under the desk, Jamie drops a hand to Gary’s knee and gives it an appreciative little squeeze.

*

As soon as the cameras are all off Jamie wastes no time in grabbing Gary by the wrist to pull him onto his lap, where he sort of half-perches half-hovers because he’s nervous about putting all his weight on Jamie’s knees (even though Jamie keeps telling him it’s fine).

Gary makes no complaints at being manhandled, just smiles fondly down at Jamie and pinches his cheek. “Look at you, you vain fuck. What I said were barely complimentary and it’s still got you all over me.”

Jamie ignores this (because they both know it’s true) and surges forward to kiss Gary instead, paying no mind to the others still in the vicinity of the desk while they get their earpieces and microphones unhooked. He hears a groan from Micah, and an exasperated sigh from Titi, but they can both go fuck themselves because Jamie’s horrible bastard of a husband willingly said something nice about Liverpool on live television, and if that’s not cause for celebration then he doesn’t know what is.

When Gary breaks the kiss with a pleased little hmph and gets up to wander over to the snack table, Jamie is left to face his colleagues, all three of them looking at him with faces twisted in an attempt to suppress their laughter.

“Man like Jamie,” Micah says gleefully, clapping his hands together. “I knew you was bringin’ the missus on for a reason, this is like foreplay for the two a’yous, innit?” As soon as he finishes the sentence, he shudders at his own words, then adds “oh, ew, that’s like thinking about your parents, don’t want to know any more.”

“I think you’re onto something there, Meeks,” Kate laughs, “and here I was thinking he’d brought him on to show off his trophy wife.”

Jamie wants to protest that he did not bring Gary onto the show, he’s not the one who made the suggestion and it’s definitely not showing off or foreplay or whatever else his colleagues can come up with, but then Kate’s nudging him in the side with a smirk and saying “Trophy wife, Jamie, get it? Because he has a lot more trophies than –”

Jamie stomps off to go find his stupid annoying and very very successful trophy wife before Kate is able to finish the thought and prompt him to say something he might regret.

You know that interview where David says he doesn't understand emoji dirty talk and didn't understand what an eggplant was supposed to represent so he turns to his husband Michael and goes "did you know about this?" And Michael goes "YES OF COURSE" and then proceeds to explain the unlimited choices you have with emojis and the raindrops AS IF MISTER "I READ ALL YOUR FANFICTION" WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE HIDDEN MEANING BEHIND CERTAIN ENOJIS

Do you know it?

Cause I think about it on a regular basis.

ooh can you please do headcannons if Barry told captain singh about his powers first instead of Joe

thank you !

Ooh, that sounds like a fun one

Joe doesn't believe Barry about Clyde Mardon, but Eddie has a sketch that looks like him and overhears (kind of hard not to, with the yelling) Barry so certain it was Mardon. The Mardons are personal for Joe now, after Chyre's death, and Eddie makes the decision to get a second opinion from Captain Singh

Everyone at C.C.P.D. is aware of Barry's blog and his desperate search for the impossible, and most of them know why too, and pretty much no one believes him. And Barry just woke up from a coma, he shouldn't even be out of bed, maybe there's more going on. But Clyde Mardon is also the only lead they've got, so David nods and goes with Eddie up to that farm

Where they find Clyde Mardon

As canon, Eddie gets knocked out, but it's David facing Clyde and a tornado this time, when in runs this streak of lightning, and when it's over Clyde's lying dead on the floor and Barry Allen is standing there in a weird red suit with lightning in his eyes

Knowing about Barry's powers is why David lets Barry come right back to work. Joe, who does not know yet (after all, Joe's not believed Barry about a lot of things for a long time), is concerned about how quickly Barry wants to come back to work and tries to get David to keep him signed off for longer, but David tells him it's Barry's choice.

Like Joe, David has some issues with Barry deciding to race after criminals wearing a mask, albeit not for quite the same reasons as Joe, though he does admit C.C.P.D. have no idea how to handle metahumans, and as long as Barry isn't planning on taking after Star City's Arrow, maybe it can help. Providing Barry still gets all his actual work he's being paid to do done, and he sticks around at any crime scenes he interrupts to talk to the police to make sure they get actual statements (which also means people pick up the Flash exists faster).

The Pipeline's not happening though, if Doctor Wells and Mister Ramon think they have a way to contain metahumans it's being done legally and they can work with Iron Heights. Kyle Nimbus should convince them soon enough, and with David working on it, they can get that approved.

Because Joe doesn't know yet, Joe didn't make Barry promise not to tell Iris. Which means right after the show-down with Mardon, Barry races off to find Iris, to tell her about this- she knows what he saw that night, she knows what this means- and also to tell her her boyfriend's in the hospital.

Barry is more hesitant about trusting Eddie though- he doesn't know Eddie yet- which adds to the Eddie & Iris early disagreement about the Flash. Eddie doesn't believe him, then he doesn't trust him, whereas Iris refuses to even question he's anything less than a hero and a good person

Barry still gets whammied by Rainbow Raider, and it still goes poorly. He still goes after Eddie- Eddie's the representation of everything he's missed after all, him being Joe's partner and Iris' boyfriend both happened while Barry was unconscious, and what he's really angry with is that missing time everyone else got to live and he's never going to get back.

And Iris is going to be so conflicted so it's after he's back to himself Barry goes to talk to Eddie to tell him everything and loop him into the Flash's identity. And apologise, so much, but Eddie saw what Bivolo did to everyone else, they can figure this out

It's when Reverse Flash shows up at Mercury Labs Joe pulls out Nora's file. He's involved with the trap S.T.A.R. Labs set (David insisted they do it by the book), and what he sees reminds him so much of what Barry used to talk about he grabs it afterwards and flicks it open and takes another look. Surely it won't hurt, and he doesn't need to tell Barry unless he finds something.

Hartley shows up and the only thing that's different is he tries to flirt with David.

On the day that wasn't, Joe and David swap again- it's Joe Mark Mardon puts in the hospital initially, and David he tries the tidal wave plan with (Barry will gladly admit this is the worst possible way he could have finally met Rob). Caitlin still goes to try and distract Doctor Wells, but Cisco asks Eddie to come with him to investigate the failed trap, which was the right choice it turns out, he managed to pick the one person Eobard couldn't kill, and Eddie manages to get the message to Barry that Cisco's dead and Wells can't be trusted right before Barry time travels (or maybe causing it).

Henry finds out as canon after being kidnapped by the Tricksters, and after that is when Barry finally tells Joe, and Joe finally tells Barry he's reopened the case on Nora's murder

David insists on reporting Eddie missing when Harrison Wells- or rather, Eobard Thawne- kidnaps him. Just adding a few more things to their paper trail of evidence they can use against him eventually.

He's going to be so glad when they've caught the bad guy and he and Rob get to leave for two weeks for their honeymoon. Anything to get him away from dealing with superpowers for five minutes

Thank you!

[5+ headcanons for an AU]

May I have a crumb of Donny Nova content?? Like a little first date drabble?? I promise I will be Very Normal and can be trusted with Bandstand content in 2024 🥺

My first ask!!!! From someone I definitely do not know since they’re anonymous and have not been thanking all night in discord!! I hope this is alright Anon!! Btw Donny is annoying here but he’s always like that so 👍🏻

Donny Nova knew what fear was. He spent Three Years and Eight months experiencing the worst sort of fear known to man. SURELY that meant he could ask out his crush. That’s what he told himself.

He told himself that it would be easier than he thought. That if half the band (David) could have a new date every night, surely he could go on one. You clearly liked him, despite being way too shy to say so, so he thought he would take the chance.

You worked at the bar they were playing at, so right after the last set, he said goodbye to the guys and walked over to you. He ignored David cheering, and Johnny’s sincere (but too loud) encouragement. He ignored everything to focus on actually walking over to you.

There you were, waiting tables and looking like heaven as you did every night. Which is to say it nearing 11 pm and you were a mess from working all day, and he still saw you as beauty itself.

“Hiya!” Donny said, in his usual greeting. You notice his voice is a shred higher than normal today, and he clears his throat in surprise at his own voice.

“Hi Donny! I’m just finishing my shift, you played great tonight! Really helped me get through the work.”

“Glad to hear it. Say… are you free tomorrow?”

“What? Why are you asking?”

“Well I just. I mean. We have a set tomorrow at The Blue Whisp, at seven. Do you wanna come?”

His thoughts were racing, did he just ask you out? He couldn’t believe he actually did that.

“I see you preform almost every night, Donny…”

shit.

“Well I was also wondering if you wanted to get dinner there after. They have pretty good sliders there, I know you like those… and maybe a drink after?

“Oh… Donny, are you asking me out?”

There was a pause, he was nervous about outright saying it. He was a music celebrity, but he didn’t compare to you. What if you said no?? He had to go for it though, another moment without being going steady with him was too many moments.

“I mean. Yeah.” He said, hoping that didn’t sound too awkward. It did, however, sound terribly awkward.

You also paused, momentarily unsure how to react.

”Alright then, I’ll see you there, Mister Nova.”

He thought he would burst right there.

The next night, you dressed up and went to The Blue Whisp. Donny had stressed all night over what to wear, and how to tell you how beautiful you were, because you were always beautiful. His hands were shaking all day with his nerves, and the band kept teasing him, asking him if he would be able to make it through the set. Thankfully, Wayne had his back, and managed to keep most of Davy’s taunting at bay.

He saw you, of course. It took him halfway through the set, but he saw you there in the crowd. He almost fumbled the verse, luckily it was a song about you, so it was hard to mess up with you in front of him when it was just all the things he wanted to say to you. He hoped you knew it was about you.

After the set, he sat down to eat with you. His hands were still shaking. You both ate your sliders, making semi-awkward conversation, with pauses that were both awkward and comfortable. Donny thought that felt right, to be awkward and just right at the same time. It was a first date after all. You both talk mainly about you, your likes, your dislikes, everything he could think to ask you that seemed ok for a first date. Donny did his best to talk about himself, and you were kind in the questions you asked, keeping them surface level. You knew Donny hated thinking about his life at all, even things as small as his favorite color were difficult to pry from him. You made note of this in slight teasing, and he finally laughed. You could always make him smile. When dinner was over, he had a plan. First, he glanced back at the stage to make sure the boys had left, he had had enough teasing from them tonight. Everyone had left except Johnny and Davy, who were at the bar together trying to get the attention of a waitress. With everyone else out of the way, he grabbed your hand and led you backstage, which was something few people got to see. It was messy and barren, but he led you right to his piano.

“Do you know how to play?”

Teaching the girl how to play piano was one of the oldest romantic tricks in the book right?

“Yeah, I actually do!” You said excitedly.

Well there goes that plan. He stared at you, absolutely astounded.

“You- you know how to play?”

“I just said I did Donny. But it’s been a while since I played.”

You took a seat at the piano as he continued staring at you in shock. He eventually stumbled over to you as you started playing one of your favorite songs. He couldn’t believe he found a girl like you, who could play just like he could. His ego said he was better than anyone but his heart said he could listen to you for hours.

Having a professional piano player watch you made you incredibly nervous. Your finger slipped, you hit one wrong note, and your hands flinched back. You immediately put them in your lap and nervously picked at your fingers.

“Oh. Like I said, it’s been a while since I practiced. Sorry-“

“What? What do you mean? That was great! I mean you could probably replace me with a little practice.”

”What- no, Donny, I-“

”Yeah, you just need practice. You know what scoot over. I’ll practice with you.”

Before you could protest, Donny had slid next you on the bench. He smiled at you and played a few keys.

“Come on, just copy me.”

“Donny I don’t think-“

“No, I could see it in your eyes earlier, you love to do this. And you did really well! Just practice with me. One song! Just one song and I’ll let it go!”

You sighed, knowing that when don’t got excited like this he wouldn’t stop. That’s why Julia joined the band in the first places. Actually it’s why most people in the band did. He was relentless.

“Fine. One song, and that’s it Donny!”

He was so glad you were letting him get a way with this, because he really thought you wouldn’t. He was desperate to hear you play again and with how nervous you were he didn’t know if you would without a little prodding.

For the rest of the night, Donny sat with you, and played at the lower end while you mimicked his playing. As the night went on, you opened up, laughing and getting more excited to play. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious. Sometimes, his hands would hold yours as he showed you proper hand placement. You both blushed at that, but he pretended he wasn’t, despite it being more visible everytime you mentioned it.

“You are… astonishing. I mean- wow! You.. you really have talent.”

He showered you in compliments like those all night. You were worthy of every one of them.

Eventually, the bar did have to close. Donny walked you home, wanting you to be safe. He also wanted to be a gentleman after you endured his more… persistent and difficult side. He wasn’t always like that, and he wanted you to know it. You walked in a very comfortable silence this time, less like dinner and more like a silence you would be ok with having everyday of your life if you could.

“Thank you, for walking me home, Donny.” You said, turning to face him as you approached your front door.

“Oh, well. Thank you for letting me. I know I was a bit, uh, pushy earlier.” He made sure not to swear around a lady. He was really trying his best to be his best self for you.

“Well, you have me a wonderful night, Donny, even if you were pushy.”

Oh thank god, he thought.

“However-”

oh no.

“It means that you still owe me a good date Donny. Care to go on another Saturday?”

This was one of many times that night you had made his jaw drop. He had lost count. You were just too astounding. Too understanding. Too wonderful. Too perfect. How did you exist?

“Donny?”

“YEAH. Um. Yeah! Yeah absolutely we can do that. I mean if you want-”

“I’m asking you, Donny. Of course I want a second date.”

“Right, yeah. I mean obviously you do. B Because you asked I mean.”

“Right. Well Donny, I think it’s time to say goodnight…”

”yeah…”

There it was again. That silence that was awkward and perfect at the same time. Then you did something he really didn’t expect. Just as he went to turn around and leave, you kissed him. He gasped, and froze in place. He turned around to look at you and ask if you really did that, but all he saw was your door closing and a brief flash of a bright red face darting inside,

He smiled. He really couldn’t believe he found a girl as good as you.

Nights of Bliss: Marko

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"And Marko called first dips." [Y/N] said, holding her hand out. Marko smiled and chuckled. He walked over and wrapped his arms around [Y/N]'s waist, pressing a kiss into his wife's neck, making her smile and lean her head against Marko's. David looked at Marko.

"Have her back at 2 in the morning. The rest of us want some time with our wife. And only prey on people who won't be missed. We're in a different country. Different territory. We can't risk anything." David said. Marko rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Whatever you say, Mister-Macho-Man." Marko teased. David narrowed his eyes.

"Marko." He growled. Marko held up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I get it. Have her back by two in the morning." Marko said. He rested his chin on [Y/N]'s shoulder.  "And you do realize that if you don't get to spend time with her tonight, we still have a whole week to spend here in Rome." Marko said. David nodded.

"I know." David said. He then stared at Marko seriously. "Protect her. We almost lost her once. I don't want it to happen a second time." He said. Marko smirked and looked at [Y/N].

"Don't worry. I won't let anything hurt our Baby." He said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. [Y/N] sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I hope you all know that I'm right here and I am perfectly capable of protecting myself." She said. Marko chuckled and looked at her.

"We know, Baby," he said. He took [Y/N]'s hand in his own. "Let's get going." He said. [Y/N] smiled and nodded.

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“And just where are we going, my undead prince?” [Y/N] asked, her arms wrapped securely around Marko’s waist as he rode his motorcycle through the streets of Rome. Marko chuckled. 

“Ooh, undead prince, I like the sound of that.” Marko said, smirking. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and rested her chin on Marko’s shoulder. 

“Just answer the question, Marko.” [Y/N] said. Marko chuckled. 

“Yes, my undead princess,” Marko teased. “We’re only going to the most visited place in Rome.” Marko said. [Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She gasped and sat up as she lay her eyes upon the ruins of the Colosseum. Since it was around midnight, there was no one around. Marko stopped his motorcycle, turning off the engine. He kicked the stand up, letting the bike lean against the stand. He swung his leg off before turning to [Y/N] and helping her off. [Y/N] stared up at the ruins in amazement. 

“Is this, what I think it is?” She asked quietly. Marko chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“Yup. It’s the Colosseum. One of Rome’s most visited places.” Marko said. [Y/N] turned to look at him. 

“And just what are we doing at the Colosseum?” She asked. Marko chuckled as he stood in front of [Y/N], wrapping his other arm around her waist. 

“Well,” he started to press some kisses along [Y/N]’s neck. “When a place is deserted by humans, and we’re the only two around,” his kisses made their way up to [Y/N]’s ear, Marko’s nose brushing against her temple. “That usually means we get to have some much deserved time to ourselves, especially now that you’re my wife.” He whispered. [Y/N] turned her head slightly, looking at Marko. She scoffed. 

“We can’t do that here.” She said. Marko chuckled. 

“Oh yeah? And whose stopping us?” He asked. 

[Y/N] gasped lightly as Marko pressed her against one of the pillars inside the Colosseum, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Marko's lips moved down to her neck, biting and sucking. [Y/N] bit back a moan, curling her fingers into Marko's curly hair. 

"Y-You're just as bad as Paul." She whispered. Marko chuckled against her skin, sending goosebumps flying across her skin. 

"Yeah? Well, I bet Paul can't make you feel as good as I can, Princess." Marko said. He then pulled off her top, his kisses moving lower and lower, fully intent on having her chanting his name instead of saying Paul's.  

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//I apologize if this one isn’t as good at the others. I just got home from work and my brain isn’t supplying very much inspirational juice. I hope you all still like it though.//

It's funny how being a fan of Rhys Darby has led me to become a fan of a lot of his friends as well. That's never happened to me before, with any of my other crushes, and I don't really know what's different this time?? Maybe it means that I just really have a thing for kiwis, who knows 'xD But let's see -

There's Jonno Roberts of course, absolute comedic GENIUS, pipes like you wouldn't believe, actor par excellence, and sexy as fuck. His on screen chemistry with Rhys is off the charts, even better than Rhys and Taika imo (controversial opinion alert 'xD), but I find that I also enjoy watching Jonno on his own. And the little bit I know of his personal life is endearing as heck, not least because he's a firm trans ally.

David Farrier, irresistable mixture between fearless journalist and complete mess! Dark Tourist, Tickled, Mister Organ - those are all deeply fascinating documentaries, and I can never decide if I want him to tell me more about the deepest darkest secrets of humanity or if I want him to get the hell out of there and stay away from danger for god's sake 'xD Lately I've been going through his podcast Flightless Bird, and just... everything he talks about is really interesting and compelling. And yes, the accent helps, I admit that. Also, bonus points for being a fellow bisexual 🤟

Jemaine Clement!!! God he's hot. Like is it just me or is he just..... SO hot. Like damn. I'm sure I could also talk at length about his talent, but I am kind of distracted. Fuck.

Bret McKenzie: I adore his solo album Songs Without Jokes, I listened to it so many times when it came out, and now all the songs are part of my permanent playlist. I love them to bits.

The last two together, obviously, are the best duo ever and I can't get enough of their songs or their comedy.

Steve Wrigley! Now I'm not gonna lie, I'm not the biggest fan of his stand-up and for the longest time I couldn't understand why Rhys would insist on touring with him and make him his opening act all the time. But I get it now. I've grown to love him for the amazing friend that he is, and for looking after Rhys so perfectly - even if some of his jokes make me go a bit :/ (The Ohakune airport story is hilarious though!)

Dan Schreiber - NOT a kiwi! 'xD Amazing brain, amazing way with words, amazing spirit of adventure, amazing sense of humour. One of these days I'm gonna listen to all his other podcasts (beside the Cryptid Factor I mean), just haven't found the time yet.

I feel like this is an uncomplete list, but I gotta go and do some real life stuff now.. Just wanted to say that I love them!! And I've got Rhys to thank for knowing them at all.

listening to the john foley 2006 bbc adaptation of the liz lochhead play of Dracula (that’s a chain of adaptations) because david suchet (poirot, my beloved) plays dracula and i am just dying right out the gate and idk if i can hold on till dracula shows up because oh my god give me patience

grievance the first: the same old tired corset bullshittery

Lucy: Here, lace me up.

Mina: Well, turn around.

Lucy: Tighter! Tighter!

Mina: I’ll hurt you.

Lucy: No, you won’t. I want to feel it nip me in. The day they put me in stays and made me wear my hair up I swore blind if I was to be pinched and skewered I was to have the thinnest waist and the highest highest hair. I’m not going to suffer for nothing and not be noticed.

1) you can’t tight-lace stays, they don’t cinch in the waist but rather flatten the bust, 2) corsets weren’t tight-laced regularly either, 3) children would wear stays to encourage proper posture, it was not a Coming Of Age garment, 4) corsets are not by nature uncomfortable, 5) i could go fucking on about this hateful “tighter” trope but gawd.

grievance the second: wtf did they do to renfield, he’s a walking Insane Man trope

I once— I once— I once knew a woman who— I once knew a woman who swallowed a fly. [catches and eats fly whilst giggling] I once knew a woman who swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die. Perhaps she won’t die. To die or not to die, that is the question. [sniffs] Bedlam. Bedlam. Bedlam. [sniffs] Bats in the belfry, bats set a screw looses, screw loosies, screw Lucys, screw looses. It’s cold, getting colder. [sniffs] Doctor Seward. Sewer, sewage. Lord Mulch Mine [?], Mister Piss River, Doctor Seward, you bastard.

grievance the third: whatever the fuck this is, trying to besmirch jonathan’s love of mina

Arthur: Congratulations. I suppose she is a beauty?

Harker: The loveliest girl who ever lived.

Arthur: And the heir to quite a fortune.

Harker: Ah! I should marry Mina if she hadn’t two brass farthings to rub togeher.

grievance the fourth: more character assasination of Most In Love harker boy

Mina: And Jonathan, you may stop staring after Florie like that. You make the poor girl blush.

Harker: Sorry

Mina: Honestly Arthur, Jonathan has taken so many photographs of the poor girl, he’ll turn her head.

Harker: She’s very pretty—I mean, as a subject.

grievance the fifth: she would not fucking say that! either of them! (also they had to be sisters, because god forbid women have friendships)

Mina: My sister does get very nervous about things, Arthur.

Lucy: Oh yes, crazy Lucy, mad sleepwalking Lucy with her migraines and her overvivid imagination. I know what you say about me behind my back. You bitch, Mina. I wish you weren’t my sister.

under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

part 2 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Mr. Big Stuff ~ Jean Knight

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes And have a big fine car, oh yes, you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love You think you're higher than every star above

When I Come Around ~ Green Day

Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes I'm just roaming for the moment Sleazin' my back yard so don't get So uptight you been thinking about ditching me No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found

Wasn’t Tomorrow Wonderful? ~ The Waitresses

Nice things, nice things Oh oh oh, so many nice things Don't mean nothing, if they're dumping Things that sting on you! Don't take that, honey!

Body Language ~ Helena Deland

Fool to think I'd leave with all I need to know and free to go All I need to know and free to go At last Who do you want to be?

I Second That Emotion ~ Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

And maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse that none at all

Untouchable Face ~ Ani DiFranco

I could make you happy, you know If you weren't already I could do a lot of things And I do

Love Like You And Me ~ Gary Glitter

There's a place for you and me Love can come so easily I'll reach out and take your hand Believe in me, you'll understand

I Believe in a Thing Called Love ~ The Darkness

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now

Girls Go Wild ~ LP

It's all in the name of the Wild Wild West I really love you You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you're happy too

Wild Ride ~ MOTHXR

The night was always long I see it We're aching from the fall

Sunlight ~ Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight?

Got to Be Real ~ Cheryl Lynn

You know that your love is my love My love is your love Our love is here to stay

You’ve Got to Go Down and Join the Union ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers

Well though the road be rough and rocky And the hills be steep and high We will sing as we go marching

Santa Monica ~ Everclear

We could live beside the ocean Leave the fire behind Swim out past the breakers Watch the world die

Complicated ~ Olivia O’Brien

Take off all your preppy clothes You know, you're not foolin' Anyone when you become Somebody else 'round everyone else

Say It Again ~ Matt Berry

I'm feeling ashamed but I don't know why Like I've seen myself from a recent life The weather feels hot for this time of year Though suddenly seems so cold

The Trial ~ Dead Can Dance

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes A witness to events that led to this present time These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied Will never survive the greatest test of time

High and Dry ~ Radiohead

The best thing you've had has gone away

Changes ~ David Bowie

And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through

I Don’t Want Your Millions, Mister (All I Want) ~ The Almanac Singers

I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring

Think ~ Aretha Franklin

Let's go way on to way back when I didn't even know you

Hero Takes a Fall ~ The Bangles

Emotion is a virtue For you it is the one fatal flaw Sitting on your throne and drinking Thinking she'll return your call Every story's got an ending Look out, here it comes, here it comes And I won't feel bad at all When the hero takes a fall

I Can’t Wait ~ The White Stripes

First you said I was blind And it's gonna be different this time I thought you made up your mind

Somebody Told Me ~ The Killers

Ready, let's roll onto somethin' new Takin' its toll then I'm leaving without you

I Caught Myself ~ Paramore

Hypnotic, hypnotic You're leaving me breathless I hate this, I hate this You're not the one I believe in

Get Thee Behind Me, Satan ~ The Almanac Singers

Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill Says, “Get you some whiskey, boy, and drink your fill” Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line

I Won’t Back Down ~ Tom Petty

Well I know what's right I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around

chocolate Cake

I wrote this for a contest that turned out to be a scam. if you have ever heard of vocal avoid them.

Chocolate cake and Gods By David Hovgaard

Millie Long put her tea on the side table and opened her notebook. She used a leather bound volume because she liked the feel and the heft of the leather. It also just seemed more official than the three ring jobs she used in med school. She looked up at her first patient for the day a tall dark haired rather attractive man of perhaps middle years. He seemed nervous so she, as was often the case took the initiative.

“So, Mister Trevor why have you come in today Millie Long asked her patient?"

It’s Donahue Trevor is my given name he told her.”

“Oh, excuse me she said, I read the form wrong.”

“OK so, let’s try that again shall we. Mister Donahue why do you think you need to speak with a therapist?”

“Well I am not entirely sure I need to but I think I want to. I want to run a few things by someone and well, vent on some issues if I could” he told her.

“Of course why don’t you start with whatever seems the most pressing issue.”

“Alright then let’s see well I am pretty sure that I am a god.”

“You think you are God she asked to clarify?”

“Well no not the god but, a god.”

“I am not sure that I understand your meaning she told him?"

“I can see where you might think that I am crazy. You must get hundreds of people claiming to be deities of one sort or another.”

“Actually not as many as you might think. But yes there are some people that I have seen that have had similar delusions and with treatment and sometimes medication they can be helped. Now why do you think that you are a god she asked?”

“Like I said I don’t think I am a god, I am pretty sure that I am some sort of deity just which one I don’t know. I could be Zeus or Hermes or any number of lesser immortals or demigods.”

“So, you think you are a member of the Greek pantheon?”

“Possibly, but there have been so many gods and goddesses over the eons that I could really be any of them.”

“I see she said writing in her notebook that he might need to be confined for his own good."

“Now that is not a nice thing to write is it. I am not a danger to myself or others he said. I am not the kind of god that wants to do harm. On the contrary I think I can be of service to your species.”

She looked about the room to see if there was anything that was reflecting her notebook but, there was nothing. She didn’t have mirrors in the treatment room and the furniture and accessories were all muted mostly earth tones. The whole room reeked of calm. “How did you know she asked?”

“I told you I am a god reading minds is just part of the package.”

This was too weird she thought but she might as well get the full story. Maybe he was a magician or something.

“So when did you first come to believe that you were not just a normal human being?”

“Well, like I said it was about a year ago. It all started with chocolate cake.”

“Cake she repeated questioning?”

“Yep good old chocolate cake like mom use to make.”

“So you had parents she interjected?”

“I had a mother. She was not forthcoming on who my dad might be or maybe she didn’t know. I read that Zeus liked to have his way with mortal woman maybe that was what happened.”

“That would make you a demigod she offered.”

“I suppose it would but now back to the cake. For some reason I had this powerful desire for some chocolate cake with a big glass of milk. I thought about it for a couple days and then…

“You went out and bought some she said interrupting?”

“I didn’t buy any but I did get some, quiet a lot as it turned out.” “A couple days after the craving started people just started giving me cake often with a glass of milk. I was walking to work and this car stopped in the intersection a woman gets out and she brings me a slice of cake and a flagon of milk then she got back into her car with out so much as a word and drove off.”

Then cake started showing up at my door overnighted from all over the country often with milk in a thermos. Then just as it started it stopped.” “So is that when you thought you were a god she asked?” “Not at first but then later yes because it was the only explanation.”

“So what else happened.”

“I won the lottery.”

“Well the odds against winning are massive but it does happen she explained.”

“Every time I played he finished. I stopped playing because it wasn’t a challenge anymore whatever numbers I picked came up. I even tried Vegas won so much they banned me from the floor. Even the high rollers won’t play with me any more.”

“You are just inordinately lucky she told him.”

“And the women.”

“What women she asked her cheeks coloring slightly.”

“Well there have been thousands. All I have to do is concentrate on a woman and she comes to me. Even if I just know her name it’s enough for her to find me.” “Well you are attractive perhaps that is all that it is she suggested.”

“Really, let’s try an experiment he suggested. Do you have any female friends in the neighborhood?” “Of well, there is Sally down the street she is a gynecologist and pediatrician. She is engaged to be married she added not knowing why.”

“So what is her last name he commanded?”

“Jensen she answered still not knowing why.”

“OK she’ll be knocking on the door in one two three nothing happened.”

“See it is like I said you are just a handsome young… she never finished Molly burst through the door and jump on him lips first.”

They made love right in front of her and when it was over Molly dressed and left giving him one last kiss before stepping through the door she didn’t say even one word to Millie.

There was nothing more to say after that. When a researcher is presented with irrefutable evidence there is no longer any argument.

“So, you are apparently a god she told him what do you want me to do about it she asked a little piqued because of Sally?”

“Nothing I just wanted to tell someone it’s been a long year. My mom passed a couple years ago and I really don’t have anyone else to talk to about these things.”

“Well I understand usual when people start claiming what you have it is not long before they bring out the Haloperidol and the straight jackets.” “I don’t think however that there is anything I can do for you. You are as they say, beyond me.”

“I understand but like I said just telling someone helps. I am hoping as I learn to use what I have been given I can do somethings for you.”

“For humanity she asked?”

“No for you. I know that you have had a hard time having children. That will change now. You will have as many as you desire he told her.”

“It’s why I really came to see you. I could hear you crying. Now you will be happy he told her.”

“Thank you but I don’t believe even you can help us. We have seen the best she told him and they said there is no hope. We are thinking of adopting she struggled to say as she really began to cry.”

Hush he whispered and his eyes got so big that it almost seemed that she fell into them and then she was sitting in her chair sipping tea while Ms Granger told her about the problems she was having with her teenage daughters. The man was gone. She only had a vague recollection of him, even that was fading. Two months later she was feeling out of sorts so she went to see Sally and found out that she was at last pregnant. Oddly enough so was Sally. She didn’t recognize the street person that was standing near the door to Sally’s office. She distractedly gave him five bucks as she went to get her car. She never heard him say congratulations.

The end. Copyright 2021

Surprises. Part One

“Mama!” Karai said as she tugged on her mother’s pantleg patiently, drawing out the ‘a’ at the end of her sentence as she stared up at her large stature.

“Why can’t we go? I wanna see the baby!” The girl’s bottom lip came out as she pouted, her big green eyes gleaming under the light of the lanterns that lit up the shared room.

Tamsin placed the final folded piece laundry into the stacked pile of t-shirts, pausing for a moment to smile a bit, looking down at the girl who awaited an answer with her large begging eyes.

“I’m sorry honey, but we just can’t have you and your brothers all in the room while Draxum works, you know how grumpy your grandpa can get when Jeremiah plays with his work tools.” Tamsin spoke softly as she reached down to place a hand atop her upset six-year-old’s head, the child grumpily shifting under her mother’s hand.

“Also, we need a strong, brave, big sister to watch Jeremiah and David for me,” Tamsin said, placing the stacks of laundry into the bin again, going to leave it for Mikey to come pick up his laundry at the door. “You know, in case any Krang come around, they’ll need a powerful warrior to protect them.”

That caught the attention of the small softshell, her grumpy creased brow lifting a bit, eyes glancing up at Tamsin, who was watching from the corner of her eye, smirking as she quirked a brow. She only turned back around and gave a dramatic sigh, hiding the goofy smile on her face from Karai’s view as the girl was now full of curiosity more than anything.

“Oh, but I guess I’ll go ask Aunt April or Aunty Cass.”

“No, no, wait!” Karai ran to her moms leg, wrapping her arms around her knee as she jumped up and down excitedly. “I wanna do it! I’ll protect them! I’m the awesome big sister!” Karai said, moving her one arm to hold it up as if this was a volunteering thing.

Tamsin grinned down at her again, shifting to hold the hamper against her hip with her arm holding it tightly to position. “Well, if you insist, I’m sure Aunt April will need the help.” She giggled, watching as Karai gave a firm nod, letting go of Tamsin as she then quickly ran out of the room to find where April would be with the boys.

Just as Karai was leaving the room, a certain Donatello was entering, quickly jumping a bit in alarm as Karai ran straight under his legs to avoid collision with her dad.

“What’s she in such a hurry for?” He asked after he came back from his double take, looking down back the hall as he watched her small figure disappear into the living room. Tamsin shrugged with a small smile, moving toward Donnie. “To help April watch the boys, no big deal.”

“Ah, so you were able to get past her puppy-dog eyes.” He retorted, turning to look at his wife as he folded his arms tightly over his chest. Tamsin’s grin turned into a cocky smirk as she placed her unoccupied hand on her hip.

“Yep. Unlike you, mister push-over.” She lifted her arm to poke the tip of his snout, making a ‘boop’ noise as she did.

Donnie’s nose reflexively scrunched up, leaning back from the distasteful touch as he shared an unamused look with Tamsin- who only stuck her tongue out at him.

“We've been married for eight years now and your antics haven’t changed since you were sixteen." He spoke plainly, but his risen brow and playful posture told Tamsin he didn’t mean any harm with his statement.

Tamsin only pushed beside Donnie to try and make it through the door way, giving a half lidded side eye as she tried to fight the smuggest look she could conceive. “You’re just jealous I still have such a character during the apocalypse.”

With that she was gently nudged in the side by Donnie’s frame, as he sent a playful glare her direction. She only snickered in response seeing as her commentary seemed to cheer his spirits. It was only when she paused in the middle of the doorway, looking between the doorframe and the outside, she was (hate to admit) a bit stuck in and the hamper that barely touched the end of the doorframe.

“Need a little help there, preggers?” Now it was Donnie’s turn to smugly watch as his wife tried to shimmy out of the doorway sideways, her surprisingly large tummy taking up a bit of it while trying to get out the laundry hamper.

Tamsin shot back a look as if that was her only defense at this point- but she looked to the side, a bit embarrassed as a warm pink dusted her face, not daring to make eye contact with her smirking husband in purple.

“Maybe…” She muttered. It’s all she needed to say before Donnie came to her aid, taking the hamper from her hands as she ushered her out of the doorway, pressing a button against the wall behind him and the mechanical door shut, leaving no sight into their room.

“Thank you.” She cooed, jokingly clasping her hands together and fluttering her eyelashes up at Donnie, who leaned down to her height and placed a quick peck to her temple. “Mhm.” Is all he responded with as Tamsin began to walk, Donnie slowing his pace bit to stay at her side.

A comfortable silence filled the hall for a second- or at least Donnie thought it was a comfortable silence. He found himself taking glances down at Tamsin, watching as she stared down at the ground, seeming to be lost in thought, lips twitching a bit as if she was quietly talking to herself.

“Something on your mind?” Donnie said, making Tamsin look back up to him a bit surprised, was her worry really that noticeable? Well, perhaps it was, but Donnie could also read her like a book- ever since they were teens.“I guess? but I’m sure it’s nothing.” She responded, placing her hands atop her large belly bump unsurely.

Donnie eyed her carefully, the natural arch in his drawn eyebrows creasing nervously, finding a hand warily reaching toward her unsurely. “Baby?” He asked, his tone stern but soft and quiet so as to not put her on any edge if she was already.

Tamsin paused for a minute, licking her lips as she tried to find the right words but only gave a small nod. “But- not how you think! I’m okay.” She was quick to add, putting her hands up in defense before taking Donnie’s reached out one. Donnie only looked down her her small hands holding his much larger, looking back up at her with a look only Tamsin could read as: He didn’t believe her.

“I’m just a bit on edge. I don’t know how to explain it, but-” She stopped for another moment, obviously trying to figure out how to explain herself, absentmindedly tracing the scars on Donnie’s hand with her fingers as her mind wracked for an answer to her own question.

It only ended her her removing her hands and placing them to her tummy.

“Big.”

Donnie just stared at her, looking at her stomach and back at her face to see if this was some sort of joke or test.

“…I still think you’re as stunning as ever?” Donnie stated confused, which earned him a glare and a defeated sigh.

“Wh- no, Don! I’m big! Like- not a good big. Do you remember me being this huge with any of the other kids?” She spoke placing her hands to her hips. Now it was Donnie’s turn to look away, a hand to his chin as he thought back to when she was pregnant with Karai, Jerimiah, or David. “Not… Particularly, no. Why?”

“I’m scared there could be something wrong. What if I did something and it’s hurt? Could it be some- mutant thing? Even if it is I was perfectly normal with Karai… Am I prepared for this?” As the wave of rambles finally flooded Tamsin’s brain she did the thing she was best at: doubt.

“Tam,” Donnie cut her off as he held a hand in front of him to stop her- to which she obeyed, mouth shutting tightly as her lips formed a tight line. “I’m not the expert as much as I wish to be, but pregnancy is different for everyone and it’s different every time.” He watched Tamsin shift her weight from one foot to the other, looking around at the walls, ground, anywhere but him with a scared expression, causing Donnie’s voice and demeanor to soften.

With a slow sigh, Donnie stepped warily to the side, setting down the laundry hamper and making slow steps toward Tamsin’s figure, watching as she slowly stopped to stare bashfully at the ground, twisting the wedding band on her finger nervously as she heard the creaking steps that groaned out from the ground as Donnie stepped closer.

“I know it’s scary- even if it’s happened what? Three times by now?” He spoke a bit lightly grabbing her shoulders softly and rubbing circles into them gently. He felt a small twitch and the end of his lips as he earned a dry chuckle and a small nod from Tamsin, who still kept her head down.

“All I know is that you’re ready- probably more than any of us, including myself. You always have been. So no matter what’s going on, we’ll get through it. It’s just a matter of trial and error, okay?” He slowly moved his hands from her shoulders and up her neck, carefully cupping her face, lifting it up for him to see.

She had a smile, but it was eminent in her eyes the worry wasn’t gone- it never would leave, even when she was old and her children would be grown adults, she’d never stop worrying, it’s what a parent does.

“If your scared, we’ll talk to Draxum about it. We should be seeing right now as a matter of fact.” He spoke, removing his hands but keeping out to her face and sliding down her back to spin her back in the direction of where they were once head, pushing her a bit to get going.

“Right… Right, let’s do this!” Tamsin said, mostly to herself as she began walking, Donnie moving his hand from her back and taking hers into his. She looked down at their intertwined hands and smiled softly, looking back up at the softshell mutant who stared down the hall with a neutral face.

“I don’t know how you stay so calm through all of this.” Tamsin sighed, tracing her thumb against the back of his hand.

“Oh, I’m petrified right now.” Donnie responded with such a plain, blunt tone it put his natural tone to shame.

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Hey everyone! Hope you've been enjoying and liking the little peeks into Tam and Don's life! I'm actually enjoying myself with writing things and let me know what you guys think in the comments or an ask!

TYSM for the support on all my other writing works- those blew up FAST so I appreciate the support! :]

I should be posting the second part here soon so be on the look out~! 💜💜💜

💜Part two here!💜

hullomoon's 2023 works: part five

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! i had a pretty busy year so i didn't post as much, but i also know i did more longer works. so it probably balances out in the end. if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, 2021 roundup, and 2022 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

Tea-rrific Advice | Stranger Things | multivoice | Gen | 09:49

Sometimes the residents of Hawkins need some advice. Who better to ask than everyone’s favorite anonymous advice columnist, Thirsty V. What could go wrong? This is a Vecna crack fic with some dark jokes. I’m sorry, but Vecna is not. Okay, I’m not either. That’s the tea. Bonus this CRACK fic is also a podfic.

[Filk] (Voiceteam) Over the Rainbow | Fandom | multivoice | 02:30

approx. 32 takes in 27 tracks. 14 participants. 9 teams. 3 voices. One rainbow for One Voiceteam! The Voiceteam Rainbow Choir proudly presents: "(Voiceteam) Over the Rainbow" - a multiphonic filk sung to the tune of "Over the Rainbow"!

[podfic] Can you make me a lasagna, David? | Schitt's Creek | David/Patrick | 0:18:51

David has some fresh ricotta and is feeling a little brave. He remembers a request his husband once made while high on anesthetic.

[podfic] mister funny, mister cool | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 0:2:47:49

He swallows. Sweat trickles along his spine. He knows what he was thinking, what he’s still thinking. The itch of being talked about still irritates him. But—but that’s also not new. He used to be King of Hawkins High—people talked about him all the way up that track and all the way down and with a lot less kindness in their hearts. Even with them, it shouldn’t weigh this heavy because if they want to think he’s crazy that’s fine. Right? It should be fine, because Steve knows who he is. The guy with stupid jokes and free rides. The guy who comes back, who keeps them safe, who’s fine. Steve should be able to shrug this off. God, he’s so stupid. Mister Funny, Mister Cool is always fine. or Steve Harrington's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad emotional breakdown.

do you have a minute? | Stranger Things | Steve & Hopper | 1.1k

After Spring Break, Steve struggles. A conversation with Hopper is a good start.

soup, there it is! | Schitt's Creek | Patrick/David | 1.3k

David thinks soulmates are overrated and then he gets soup spilled on him

sealed with a kiss | Schitt's Creek | Patrick/David | 276

Patrick is leaving for a conference and David has some concerns

[podfic] good for my boy | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie, Steve & Wayne, Eddie & Wayne | 0:44:37

Wayne lets the front door swing shut behind him, rattling and smacking into the frame audibly. “Jesus, Munson!” A voice rings out — the freezer fiend’s, and definitely not Eddie’s. “Took you god damn long enough!” The head finally pops out of the freezer. “I got tired of waiting and — oh.” The stranger’s hand slips from the handle and the freezer door thumps shut. As does the stranger’s mouth when he looks right into the face of, not Eddie Munson as expected, but Wayne Munson. Wayne briefly recognizes him as the Harrington boy. or, the first time Wayne Munson meets Steve Harrington is a complete accident.

[podfic] getting used to letting go | Check, Please! | Nursey/Dex | 04:04:01

Dex was supposed to have a fancy job in some city upon graduation, but his plans changed once his uncle died and left the family home in Maine to him. Without immediate obligations of their own, Nursey, Chowder and Farmer follow Dex up there to help him clear it out and clean it up.

[podfic] can't hide the way you make us glow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie, Steve & Wayne, Eddie & Wayne | 0:38:27

“So,” Wayne finally says and looks between them. He gestures his can from Steve to Eddie and back. “Still just friends, huh?” He deadpans.

Steve chokes on his sip of beer, and a grin cracks across Eddie’s face. “To the general public of Hawkins, sure,” Eddie responds smoothly, hand absentmindedly rubbing Steve’s back as he recovers. Wayne narrows his eyes at him. “I ain’t the general public of Hawkins, now, am I?” Eddie shakes his head. “No, I suppose not.” When he doesn’t elaborate any further, Wayne lifts his eyebrows expectantly. Out with it, boy they say. He barely refrains from waving his hand in a go on then motion. “Steve and I… we’re, uh,” Eddie’s smile turns soft around the edges, and his hand goes to Steve’s beside him, drawing it into his lap and lacing their fingers together, “we’re going steady now.” Or, Wayne finds out that Eddie and Steve are EddieandSteve.

I'd be curious to see your take on Jack introducing Davey and Spot again, after the strike is over, if you're still looking for writing prompts

(Note: Thanks so much for asking me to write stuff! I always enjoy having writing requests, so feel free to request anything else you’d like to see! Enjoy!)

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Davey asked, speeding up his walking to catch up with Jack. “You know I’ve already met Spot Conlon. The strike, remember?”

Jack and Davey were halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, the chilly air biting at their hands and faces as the hustle and bustle of New York quieted around them, the winter evening driving any sensible folk back into their warm, cozy homes.

Jack took a deep breath and glanced at Davey out of the corner of his eye. “We ain’t doin’ this because y’all need to meet,” he replied, seeming annoyed with the question. “We’s doin’ this because y’all need to talk. Man-to-man, like borough leaders do. Tell some jokes, kiss his ass, get an alliance goin’.”

Davey frowned. “But I’m not Manhattan’s leader.”

“You’re one of ‘em,” Jack said. “So it’s about time you got familiar with the others. Just cause Brooklyn helped with the strike, don’t mean that we’ll always be buddy-buddy.” He frowned at the darkening horizon, squinting in the fading light. “We gotta make sure that you make a good first impression.”

Rubbing his palms together to keep his hands warm, Davey shivered. “Makes sense,” he relented, not wanting an argument. Since the strike had ended, that seemed to be all that Jack wanted to do- argue. It hurt Davey to see him so stressed, and he resolved to just go along with anything he asked, if just for peace’s sake.

Finally, after what had seemed to be years of walking, they made it to where they’d told Spot to meet them. The old abandoned building they’d chosen was nearly falling apart, but it would do. Davey craned his neck to try and spot the Brooklyn leader, his hands trembling with both the cold and nervousness.

“Don’t be scared,” Jack smiled at him. “Conlon ain’t so bad when you’re on his good side.”

“And if I get on his bad side?” Davey asked nervously.

Jack shrugged. “Don’t.”

The sound of a door opening startled them out of their conversation, and Jack grinned as a short, muscled figure- clad in the signature Brooklyn red, of course- came strolling up to them. “Conlon,” Jack greeted him, and Davey just barely held back a grimace as the two spit-shook.

“Kelly.” Spot nodded, turning then to Davey. “Jacobs, ain’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Davey answered, his hands already sweating. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Conlon.”

“Mister? Kelly, I like this one,” Spot joked lightheartedly. “He knows who he’s talkin’ to, unlike someone else standin’ in front ‘a me.” He glanced out a broken window at the nearly-set sun and frowned. “Make it quick, will ya? My boys’ll wonder where I’m at.”

Jack chuckled and Davey reddened, embarrassed by the slip-up but grateful that Spot didn’t linger. “Um, we were wondering about what comes next.” Noting Spot’s look of confusion, he backtracked. “Since the strike’s over now, a possible alliance between boroughs could be seriously beneficial for all of us, and we wanted to come to you first.”

Spot raised an eyebrow, and Davey inwardly panicked for a split second before he smiled. “An alliance, huh?” He asked, thinking to himself for a moment. “Between who?”

“Right now, just Manhattan and Brooklyn,” Davey explained, “but hopefully we can get more people on our side.”

Spot nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I see.” He grinned again, this time at Davey. “You ain’t got too bad of a head on your shoulders, Jacobs.”

Davey flushed again. “Just call me David,” he replied. Spot held out a (thankfully spit-free) hand for Davey to shake, and the taller boy accepted it gratefully.

“Alright, David, come back in a few days,” Spot decided. “Me an’ my boys’ll talk about it, and we’ll get back to ya.”

Jack nodded, taking Davey’s arm and leading him out. Beaming, proud of himself for how well the meeting went, Davey turned to Jack. “Did I do well?” He asked, feeling sort of like a child asking for praise but not really caring.

“You did, Dave,” Jack smiled back. “I’m surprised- Conlon ain’t usually that nice.”

“Maybe I’m special,” Davey boasted, crossing his arms. Jack laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you’s special alright,” he teased, and Davey smacked him on the arm, laughing as the two began to head home.

frank! do you like david sedaris? if so, do you have a favorite essay?

I've gotten a few David Sedaris texts on my Kindle recently, so I guess that's what my mind has been thinking about recently. This one was the first:

On this beautiful Sunday afternoon, in a moment of profound and sustained tranquility, I looked out my window at my beautiful neighborhood of white brick townhouses and went to the park to take a shit. A family was having a picnic there and it wasn't as secluded as I wanted it to be and they heard me and stared and I took the tiniest of shit, a microshit, the kind you can barely see with your naked eye, and I ran like hell. There was nowhere to hide. I don't believe in anything and I certainly didn't believe in God then but what if there was a guy in there? Some kind of big guy, and the more I ran from him the closer it got. But as soon as I stepped into the house I saw I had shit all over my hands, which were sticky, and I looked and there was shit on the floor everywhere, and I was scared, but all the more determined not to be in that park, and I ran upstairs and put some more, another microshit, on the toilet seat and flushed it and then flushed the whole toilet and put some more on the toilet seat and flushed it but now I couldn't see anything with my eye but could feel with my eye, and the door started to close and now I could see everything perfectly and there was a guy waiting for me in there. I looked down and shit was hanging on the floor in the toilet and everything was so sticky and everything was moving. I had to take it out to the park again. This time I shit into a paper bag, I used toilet paper because it was there in the house. I had just flushed the toilet and the shit was hanging there. I took the bag outside to the park but no one was there and it was hard to find a spot to put it down and I knew it was going to be a long afternoon. So I put it on the ground. A man, a guy, a big man in the park, was sitting on the bench and I took this bag and walked around the corner to a tree and stood there, a little guy, and then I took my pants off because there wasn't enough room to shit, but it had to be done, and I pulled up my pants. And then I heard someone coming. A man was coming in the same direction I had gone. And I didn't know if he was going to see me standing there or not. And I knew if he saw that I took my pants off, he'd be in there forever. And there was no time to run. I just stood there. The man was walking fast, but he was a little man, a little guy, and I held it together. I held it together and stood there on the bench. He stopped in the middle of the bench and I was holding it together and he was holding it together. Then he held his hand up and said, 'I'm going to hold your hand and you're going to let it go, and then you'll go outside and you'll let the bag go and you'll put your pants on, and you'll put your shoes on, and you'll be a normal size, you won't be a little guy anymore.' And I said, 'Listen, mister, you can just come over here and grab me if you want.' And he said, 'I won't do that. But we're going to be very normal and we're going to say a word.' And he said a word. And I said a word. Then I heard a little giggle, a little snicker, and I thought, well, that guy is definitely a little guy and I'm a little guy so we're going to say a word, too. He said 'the'. And I said 'the' and he said 'the' and I said 'the', but now we had something in common, we were two little guys. So we said it together. And he said, 'And now we can go outside, and you can put your pants on and your shoes on and go home to your wife and we can be a normal-size couple and I can put my pants on and you can put your shoes on. And I know we're really funny and no one has any idea what we're talking about when we talk with our normal size, but it's all there, it's really there, I mean if you've ever read one of our books, if you've ever been to one of our dinner parties, but it's all there, it's real, it's really real.' So I looked at him with my normal-size eyes, and he looked at me, and I said, 'Well, what is it?' 'You don't believe in anything, do you?' He said, 'You don't believe in God? You don't believe in Santa Claus? You don't believe that people are born from their mothers' wombs and they're born with bones, but we have the bones, we've seen our bones, it's like our bones are all on our bodies, and the eyes see our eyes and the ears hear our voices and we're a family, we're a couple, and we're real, and what's in the future? What do we do? Will we be able to find love? Will we find happiness? It's real. It's here and it's now and it's all here in front of you.' He was standing up now and he went through what he'd just said, and he said it with so much feeling, and I thought about the word 'family' as I looked at him, and it made me think of the family I had just made in the bathroom with the toilet paper, so I said, 'Yes.' And he said, 'Me too. Me too.' And then I could see the rest of the city. And I thought of my family and I said, 'Me too.' And then he came toward me and reached up and pulled down my pants and I pushed him away and I said 'no.' So he said 'I don't have to wait for an answer.' So he went away and I went inside and took a shower. And I thought I would never see that man again. I would never see that man again. I would never go in the park again. When I woke up, it was late in the afternoon. I found a piece of toilet paper in the toilet paper holder and put it in my shorts pocket. I sat on the toilet and I wrote a letter home, in the house, on the toilet paper: 'Dear Dad and Mom, today when I went in the park I saw a man. A big man, a big guy, a very big guy. He came up to me and he gave me a bag and he said "I'm going to hold your hand, and you're going to let it go and you're going to go outside and you're going to put your pants on, and you're going to put your shoes on, and I want you to be a normal-size woman and not a little man anymore." And then he went back to his bench and he sat down on it and he said, "And now we can go outside, and you can put your pants on and put your shoes on and go home and we can both be normal-sized and go home and find love.' And I said, "Well, that sounds nice." And I thought about it. I thought about the word

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favorite color: Olive green (to the point where my wardrobe could be described as swamp/bog camouflage)

last song: I've been playing Hozier's latest album (Unreal Unearth) on repeat for a month now. Specifically last song was Butchered Tongue.

last movie: I don't watch movies very often but I finally watched Everything Everywhere All At Once a few weeks ago!

currently watching: Between shows at the moment but most recently watched Spies of Warsaw (yes for David Tennant)

other stuff i watched this year: Our Flag Means Death, Good Omens 2, Mister Sunshine, Lou et Sophie, lots of Time Team episodes, The Legend of Vox Machina, What We Do in the Shadows (the movie), Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: Hmm I leave a lot of movies half finished. Most recently didn't finish a French film I was watching for language practice (can't remember the name).

currently reading: I'm actually not a big reader so following along with Les Mis letters has been an accomplishment for me this year. I do listen to a decent number of non-fiction audiobooks while cooking/cleaning/driving, though. Currently listening to Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness by Da'Shaun Harrison. I listen to fiction books I already know as I fall asleep and my current one for that is Early Riser by Jasper Fforde (his book Shades of Grey is on that rotation of favorites as well).

currently listening to (sneaky additional question!): I already talked about audiobooks so some podcasts I listen to regularly are Tous aux Oiseaux!, Maintenance Phase, Worlds Beyond Number, and recently have started listening to The Old Songs Podcast.

currently working on: My Master's thesis..... I'm getting so close to done but that's taking up 90% of my time and energy rn. I'm also working on translating and annotating lyrics from the Original French Concept Album of Les Mis and trying to draw more.

current obsession: Good Omens + Hozier's Unreal Unearth. Les Mis is a constant.

no pressure, only if you find this kind of thing fun: @deadgayturtles, @auxprouvaires, @the-most-sublime-fool and anyone else who sees this and wants to!