#Twitterpated talks

[twitterpated-passion]

Hey guys, or whoever happens to see this on my account. I'm not dead, nor have I been inflicted with any curse of a dramatic event. I just kinda stopped posting for a bit. Not because of the performance of my last post(that I fully believe might've been shadowbanned lmao) but because life got ahead of me !!

I got a job, started school, I'm switching jobs(you know how it is) and I'm working on publishing my Krampus winter themed novella. Yes it's after Christmas but Krampus is winter. Hopefully, I should be getting back to writing, even if I start out with some fics at first(working on a Beetlejuice one rn).

So I'm not dead! Just busy.

Happy reading.

[royalich]

Oh he's got it bad

[queen-scribbles]

Exciting news from the family:

My cousin--the one who got married in November--is pregnant :D She and her husband want several kids so this is v happy news.

My sister has a ~boyfriend~ now and the more I hear about him, the more it sounds like she won the lottery. xD

[cyberdragoninfinity]

me last year: i think it'd be funny if dennis and yuri had a little gay thing going on

me after hearing these dennis duel links voicelines: OH OK SO DENNIS WAS IN LOVE WITH YURI. OK.

[rhikasa-archived]

Asher’s response to Elias kissing him for the first time whilst the two of them are caught up in a dangerous predicament they might not return from:

Elias’ response to Asher returning the gesture once they are out of harm’s way:

[kilojulietsierra]

Baby, It's Alright - Chapter Two

(Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader)

A little later than I promised but here it is!

Summary: Reader gets a sort of second date with Robby that sort of doesn't go the way she planned. It sort of goes better...

TW: all my content is considered 18+, age gap, car accident but everyone is fine, medical inaccuracies, DIY medicine = kids don't try this at home, sort of slow burn sorry, quiet flirting, male friendship, includes Dr Jack Abbot x nurse wife!OFC, Jack and Sam are INVESTED, Reader is nervous and twitterpated, Robby is falling and he's working through that ok!

This is a part of my "Save Me From Myself" series, if you feel so inclined you can check that out! Love you all for the love!

Read Chapter One here if you missed it!

~~~~~

Sam had invited you out for coffee after your shift and once you had found a table she asked the question you had been expecting for a week. "So, how are you feeling about your sexy, older, ER doc crush now?"

"Do you have to say it that way?" You supposed you should be grateful she'd let you go this long without bringing it up. It had given you time to think.

"Yes," She smiled, "I'm honestly having fun torturing you both. Stop avoiding the question."

You thought for a minute while you picked at your muffin, "Is it weird?" You were aware it was a vague yet somehow loaded question.

Sam still smiled, a little softer, as she reached up to let her bun down, "I don't think I can answer that for you." She paused to take a sip of her coffee and then continued. "What I can tell you is that when I first got to spend some time with Jack, we didn't know anything about each other, but, we sat and ate together and I knew that I could sit at a shitty picnic table and eat shitty pizza with him anywhere in the world and be perfectly happy."

You thought about what she had said, thought about dinner and the chat you had with Robby after.

Across rhe table from you Sam chuckled, "You realize you don't even have to say it right? It's written all over your face."

~~~~~

Robby blinked, snapped out of his thoughts, as his earbuds read out, "Incoming call from: Sam Abbot"

"Good morning Mrs. Abbot."

"Good morning Dr. Robinavitch. You on your way to work?"

"Mhmm, you've got three blocks."

She got right to the point, "If I told you Y/N was interested in seeing you again, what would you say?"

Robby scoffed, "I'd ask what you're bribing her with."

"Robby I swear to God, do you like her or not?"

"I don't know that it's that easy Sam."

"Because you're making it complicated."

"It is what I do best."

"You should have seen her face this morning when I brought you up." When that doesn't get a response out of him she continues, "I knew it! You big chicken, just admit you would like to see her again."

"I don't know Sam."

Something in his tone sobers Sam up a little bit, "Ok, I'm not bullying you,"

"You sure?" He interrupted, only half teasing.

"Shut up. Look, she liked meeting you at the house the other night and I think she really likes you. So, I won't beat you up about it, but will you at least promise me you'll think about it? You might be pleasantly surprised."

Robby was quiet for most of the next block, "Ok, I will think about it. I am thinking about it."

Sam's smile was evident in her voice, "Ok, good. I'm glad. Have a good day at work, okay."

Robby couldn't help but smile with her, "I will, I'll make sure Jack leaves on time."

~~~~

As soon as Robby got inside the the ED Dana met him at the counter, "So, haven't seen you, how'd dinner go with the VA cutie go?"

Robby glared at Jack as he gathered up his stuff. Jack just glared right back.

"Oh please," Dana scoffed, "Don't look at him, he's like trying to get gossip out of a KGB agent."

Robby throws another glance at Jack who just shrugs and slaps him on the back on his way out. When he turns back to Dana he sighs, "Ok, what did Sam tell you?"

"Nothing much, just talked to her quick the other day and she said they had you two over for dinner and that Y/N had a good time."

Suddenly, he was already exhausted and he had only just got to work, "Is there anyway for me avoid this conversation?" The look she gives him says it all. "Dinner was... fine, actually no dinner was good. She is everything Sam said she was and more."

Dana softened, "But?"

He sighs and scratches at his beard as he leans his elbows on the counter, "She's so young."

With an arched brow, "Robby, she's a grown woman, and from what I hear she's a grown woman that likes what she sees."

~~~~~

Robby heard the access door open, but he didn't turn. DIdn't need to.

"At least you're on this side of the rail this time."

Robby scoffed, "Look who's talking."

Jack nodded, "Came to tell you to go home." He stepped up to the rail and leaned his forearms over the top. "What're you doin' up here anyway?"

His colleague didn't answer right away, but Jack waited him out. "Needed some quiet, time to think about some things."

"Would one of those things happen to be a pretty, little nurse over at the VA?"

"That's your shtick brother." Robby gave him a side eye.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle, "Well that wasn't a no." He turned his head and gave Robby a look, "C'mon, tell me what's up. You got," He turned his wrist over, "Five minute before my shift starts."

"You a counselor now?" Robby scoffed.

"Four minutes, 50 seconds."

"Fuck me, you really want to talk about this?"

"Not especially, but we're gonna." He stood up and turned around to lean back against the rail, "And I really only have it in me to say this once, so listen."

Robby grumbled, but did not interrupt.

"I know the age thing is messing with you, but I think you're makin' a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. You know, Sam fell for a... a 29 year old soldier with a six pack and God complex. Now, she's married to a 46 year old doctor with fucking grey hair, frown lines, PTSD and a shitty schedule. She still loves me, and yeah shut up, God knows why sometimes. But look brother, she's the only thing that keeps me above ground on the really bad days."

After a deep breath Robby shook his head, "Still different. She wouldn't be getting any of the good years, and Jesus I feel old just thinking about it." He laughed at himself.

Jack laughed a little, at Robby as much as at himself, "I mean, you're older than me." He takes the jab because he can't help himself, "But, for what it's worth, sometimes yeah, you're goin' to feel old as fuck, but most the time the age difference thing isn't even a factor." He paused and turned back around, hands gripped the railing as he leaned into it. "Then there's sometimes man where she's goin' make you feel twenty years old again, ten feet tall and fucking bulletproof." He chuckled, "Plus, look at it this way, now you got twenty, thirty years experience to put behind it."

"Oh fuck off." Jack laughed again, "C'mon, times up, otherwise I'm goin' to bill you." He pushed back from the railing.

"Sam, she's your once in a lifetime man." Robby's voice sounded tight. "Doesn't happen every day."

Stopped two steps away Jack turned back, hands in his pockets, and nodded, "You ever think Y/N might be yours?"

~~~~~~

When Sam had texted you last week that Robby was interested in seeing you again your initial reaction had been panic. Dinner at Jack and Sam's had been fun, easy even. Then you stopped and thought about going on a real, actual date, just you and Robby.

For whatever reason, the thought scared you, like maybe you weren't quite ready for that just yet. You wanted to see him again, you knew that for sure, but you couldn't help but feel like that first night had been less of a date and more of a dinner with friends.

Sam had teased you, a little, "Not that we mind, but you are going to have to take the training wheels off at some point."

She had agreed though and that was how you found yourself in Sam's SUV on your way to lunch. Jack driving and Robby up front with him, Sam next to you currently leaned over the center console typing in the restaraunt address into the GPS screen.

"Would you please, sit your ass back down?" Jack chided his wife with a smile. "I know where we're going."

You stifled a laugh as Sam caught your gaze and rolled her eyes as she settled back into her seat and buckled her seat belt. "So bossy."

From where you sat you could see the look they gave each other in the rearview mirror. You also saw the moment, halfway through an intersection, when Jacks eyes jumped the left.

"Mother fuck..." He didn't even get out the rest of the word before the car that had blown through the stoplight slammed into the SUV.

Tires squealed and you could hear the creak and crunch of metal on metal over the ringing in your ears as the airbags deployed.

~~~~~

"Sam, baby you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine."

"Y/N, you okay?"

Everything was fuzzy, your ears still rang and this time it was Robby calling back to you, "Y/N, hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm, I'm okay."

As your vision cleared you heard a repeated pop and hiss, pop and hiss. Jack had pulled out his knife and was popping the airbags on the driver side of the SUV. You flinched when your door opened, but a warm hand grabbed your wrist and squeezed.

"Hey," Robby spoke calmly, "Cover your eyes for me." Another pop and hiss and the side curtain airbag between you and him deflated. "There we go. Hey, look at me. Anything hurt?" When you didn't answer right away he ducked his head to catch your eye, "Does anything hurt?" His eyes scanned you head to toe and he gave you a little nod when you told him nothing hurt. "Ok, good watch my finger for me. Perfect." His hands moved to take each of yours, "Squeeze for me. Good. Move your feet?" He gave a smile and a nod, "Ok, you're ok, c'mon. I got you."

"Robby!" Jacks voice carried from the other side of the SUV, "I got three over here. Driver's unresponsive!"

Robby helped you out and away from the Tahoe where it had come to rest in corner of the intersection.

"Sam, grab a kit!"

You watched Robby disappear around the SUV and you could hear Sam behind you. When you turn she had a phone pressed to her ear as she opened the back hatch.

"Intersection of South Highland and Liberty. MVC in the southound lane, three vehicles involved." She drug a backpack out of the back, "We are going to need EMS, yes ma'am. Yes ma'am. Expect multiple injuries. My name is Samantha Abbot. Yes ma'am."

Head still fuzzy you watched as she jogged towards the car that had hit you, the whole front end completely mangled. After a second your instinct kicked in and you followed after her.

Jack didn't even look over his shoulder as Sam came up behind him, "Driver is unresponsive to pain, pupils are pinned. Grab me the narcan."

You took Sam's lead and went to Robby to see what you could do to help. He looked up at you briefly, "Check her in the back. If shes's ok get her over to the sidewalk. Then come back, grab me one of the kits out of the Tahoe on your way. Should be a backpack, probably camo or black."

Grateful for the direction you did as he said and came back with a black backpack moments later. "Got it."

"Ok perfect." He glanced at the bag, "That big front pocket should be some 4x4 gauze, grab me that and then can you hold C-spine for me?"

You crawled in the backseat and supported the passengers head and neck from behind.

"Jack, you got a collar?" Robby called out across the car. "Looks like the passenger went head versus windshield."

Sam came jogging back, "Other car is fine, minor lacs and bag burn, a little spooked. I can hear EMS. What you need?"

"Grab the collar out of the pelican case, give it to Robby." Jack caught the driver by the shoulders as he sat bolt up right with a gasp. "Welcome back. What did you take?" When he got no answer he made a fist and rubbed it over his sternum, "Focus buddy. You were in a car accident, do you remember what happened? Can you tell me what you took?"

The cops get there first and apparently one of them recognized Jack and Robby, "Don't you guys ever take a day off?"

Robby scoffed, "This was supposed to be my day off."

"Just can't help it." Jack laughed as EMTs arrived and made their way over, "Overdose here, came around with three of narcan, this is the driver. Robby has the worst, looks like he's banged up pretty good, no seat belt. Backseat passenger, and passengers in the third car they're all minor lacs, contusions, abrasians."

"What about the Tahoe?" Jack grimmaced, "That's us, we're all good, just clipped the front quarter panel when they ran the light."

A cop looked around, "RP?"

Jack pointed to Sam, "My wife, Samantha, called it in on my phone."

"Looks like you need checked out too man." The cop pointed at a gash on Jacks arm from the broken glass, but he just waved it off.

Another set of EMTs ushered you out of the backseat so they could get to the passenger. One of them taking over holding traction and you moved to the side. Out of the way. You couldn't help but think, through the pounding headache, that this was not how this afternoon was supposed to go.

~~~~~

After you had talked to one of the cops, told them the little bit you could, you headed back towards the Tahoe to grab your purse. The cops said the vehicles would all be towed.

When you get back to the SUV you find Sam and Jack at the back, the hatch open and Jack sitting in the back. His left foot is braced on the bumper, his arm rested over his knee while his wife sutured the small gash on his forearm.

"Good, make sure to finish it with a..."

Sam froze and her eyes snapped up to Jacks with a scowl.

"Habit, sorry, just habit." He gave her a smile and his right thumb stroked over her hip where he had his right hand resting while she worked on him.

When an EMT comes back with Robby he took one look at the couple and groaned, "Dude, seriously?"

Jack glanced up at the kid in uniform, "Go get the form."

"SIr, that needs seen by a doctor."

You caught Robby's chuckle from where he sood just behind you.

"I am a doctor," Jack kept his tone flat, "I've seen it. She'll do a better job than wherever you would take me anyway. Go get the form."

Brow furrowed you turn to Robby, "He's really not going to go to the hospital?"

He gave you a little grin, "Have you ever seen and ER doctor actually go to the hospital?" He laughs, "If he can't do it himself, she does it. Nothing new."

Not that you doubt your boss, she's a bad ass nurse, but, "She's not a doctor, what if it was something serious that she's never done before?"

"He talks her through it." He gives you a wink that makes you forget about the accident for a second. "I'm still not convicned she hasn't removed his appendix just to see if she could." He lightened the mood a little bit and then his eyes softened as they settled on your face. "How's your head feel now?"

Robby reached up and brushed a thumb around the edge of the abrasion on your forehead. The burn from the side curtain airbags. Your eyes closed of their own accord at his gentle touch, "Hurts."

His thumb moved low to trace under the apple of your cheek where the skin was also raw and tender, "Adrenaline is starting to wear off."

Jack spoke up, his eyes trained on the knot his wife tied in his suture. "Take her home. We'll have to wait for the wrecker."

Robby gave you a nod and a soft smile, "Let's grab your stuff."

~~~~~

Later, while they're watching the wrecker drag her Tahoe with it's mangled front end onto the flatbed, Jack wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders and gave her a squeeze, "Sorry about your car baby." He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

Sam sighed deep, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Just glad it wasn't worse." She turned to look him up and down, "Sure you're ok?" Focusing on the tiny laceration on his temple she'd glued, the dressing on his forearm and the way his bad shoulder dipped just a little lower than the other.

"I'm fine." He looked her in the eye and gave her a nod, "Glad it was me not you."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't do that." Sam smiled carefully, and then chuckled a bit. "Here," She held up the dog tags she'd pulled off the rearview mirror, "Want these? Old times sake?"

Jack cracked a smile and took his old dog tags from her, a reminder from a lifetime ago. "I've got a set already." He gave her a wink as he bounced the tags and chain in his palm a couple times, thinking fondly about the old set of hers always hanging in his truck. "Here." He smiled wider as he slipped the chain around her neck, moved her hair out of the way and then tugged on the collar of her shirt so he could drop the tags inside.

Sam's eyes never left his and she smirked, "You think you're cute don't you?"

He pursed his lips with a shrug, "Married me didn't you?"

She let him kiss her on the forehead as she hummed skeptically.

"C'mon," He whispered against her brow and gave her one more kiss, "We'll go get somethin' to eat, guess we'll Uber to the house then we can take the truck to go pick up all our shit."

She ducked out from under his arm and gave him a look, "I'm sorry, we can go get something to eat?"

"Yeah," He gave her a blank look, playing at not understanding why she questioned it, "I'm fucking starving."

"You're hungry? You sent Robby and Y/N home." When he continued to stare she elaborated, "To presumably take it easy, because they were just in a car accident, but we're going to just go to lunch?"

Jack shrugged, "Eh, let Robby take her home, play a little doctor. Do 'em both some good."

Sam's eyes went wide, "Oh my God! You give me shit, but you do want them to get together!" She gave him a calculated shove and shook her head at him.

He kept up the straight face and tugged her back to him, "Not what I said."

~~~~~~

Robby was in your apartment.

You weren't sure what possessed you, where you had found the guts to invite him inside, but the way he had been looking at you made you think that maybe he had wanted you to.

As soon as he was across the threshold of your tiny apartment he pointed to your loveseat, "Go sit down." You did as he said and watched as he washed his hands in your sink and then ran a handful of paper towels under cold water. "Okay if I clean this up a little bit?" He asked as he gently pressed the damp towels to your brow and cheek.

Even though the towels were cool you felt your whole body flush when he touched you. Just barely touches you, as he guides your hand up to hold them in place. "Robby, you don't have to, really."

"Michael, and that's not what I asked." He gave you an easy little grin, trying to pry the cooperation out of you. When you finally give him the nod he had been waiting for that smile gets a fraction bigger. "It's not too bad. Where's your first aid kit? I'll clean it up and put a little dressing on to help it heal faster."

Next thing you knew Michael was sitting on the ottoman in front of you cleaning up and dressing the area where the airbags had irritated your skin. You didn't know what kind of doctor he was on shift, but the way he carefully held you steady with one hand and treated the burns with the other, his touch confident yet gentle, those deep brown eyes focused on the task, you could certainly imagine.

Occasionally though those eyes would flick to yours, and the way he sat with his legs bracketing yours you were close enough to see there was something hiding in those eyes. Just as much as there was something hiding in his careful touch.

You didn't mean to whisper when you spoke up, but you couldn't risk disturbing the moment. "Sorry this afternoon didn't quite turn out the way I had hoped."

He gave you a little smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, "You weren't the one that ODed and ran the red light."

"I know," You watched his hands as he packed up your first aid kit. "But still, I was looking forward to it."

The way he looked at you looked like that might have surprised him. That you had been looking forward to seeing him. The look passed quickly, like he had hidden it away, and then he looked at his watch. "Could still do a late lunch. If you feel up to it."

~~~~~~

Michael had offered to take you out to eat, to make up for the date that you had missed out on, but you had panicked. You didn't like the idea of him leaving your apartment now that you'd seen him move through it. As silly as it sounded, you worried that you wouldn't get him back again if you let him leave now. "Would you be okay if we order something and just ate here?"

For a brief moment he hesitated and appeared to have an array of emotions spin through him before he settled on a nod, "What sounds good?" He had already pulled up the DoorDash app on his phone.

You agree on something and he orders it. The restaraunt is close by so it shouldn't be long. You glance around your tiny, effeciency apartment. Coursework is scattered all over you kitchen table and you suddenly realize your mistake.

Behind you Robby must see you hesitate, "If I had to guess I'd say that table doesn't get used to eat much?"

"Basically never." You admit, embarrassed.

His gaze shifts over the menagarie of books and pens, markers, reports and studies littered with multi-colored sticky notes. He smiles, "Going for your Masters right?"

"Yeah. A decision I regret almost daily." You laughed at your own self-inflicted torture and than catch the look he gives you. A clear invitation to explain yourself. "I was never good at the whole school thing. I'm smart don't get me wrong, but the classes, the lectures, homework, I've always hated it."

"So, why are you doing it?"

"I want to teach, and no the irony is not lost on me."

"Really?"

"That hard to believe?"

"No." He shakes his head, not backpedaling or second guessing his answer just a simple no. "Wouldn't think someone so young would be going that route is all."

This was not a new sentiment. "I love being a nurse, always have, and it's always been what I wanted to do."

"But..." He tilted his head to one side and waited patiently.

You chewed on your lip and thought for a moment, "Take today for example. Sam is an amazing nurse and I've learned so much from her already, but I always get the feeling that she craves the chaos of it. That's why shes where she is. You can watch her work and she thrives in situations like that. Running an ER is exactly where she belongs. Me, I can do the work and yes I do love it, but I've never had that level of desire for it. I don't need it like she does. I've always been more drawn to... cultivating the love for this in others." You pause not meaning to ramble, "I fumbled a little today, until I saw you and Jack and her dive in headfirst and, like right now, I just think that I'm meant more to help others build that foundation, that confidence and competency to go out there and find where they belong in all this. I might not ever be the nurse that can take charge and own the floor when everything is falling apart, but I love the idea that I could help send hundreds or maybe even thousands of nurses into the system that could."

Robby, Michael, just stares at you for a long time.

Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears, "Sorry, I kind of just word vomited all over you." You laugh to try and dispel the awkwardness.

He just shakes his head, "Don't apologize. I think that's incredible." The look he gives you feels like it could stop your heart. Or maybe shock it back into rythym.

A knock at the door ends it there, for now.

"Foods here."

~~~~~

He moves to answer your door like he's done it a dozen times before. Maybe it's just because you haven't moved a muscle from where you were standing when you heard the word 'incredible'. "So, If you don't eat at the table?" He waits patiently for you to answer.

You fidget a little before youdo "This is so embarrassing, but honestly, I usually just eat over the sink, or sometimes i'll sit on the floor and use the ottoman for a table."

The thought hits him without warning, 'I'm too old for this', but then he takes that extra beat to really think about it. He thought about what Jack had said, that sometimes she might make him feel old as fuck, but sometimes...

So, he takes the takeout into your tiny living room and set's it on the oversized footstool.

You give him a little look as he settles down on the floor next to you and leans back against the front of the loveseat. "Do you want me to grab the Icy Hot now or wait until you try to get up?"

Robby laughs, he couldn't help himself, because yes he feels old as fuck, but he likes that you can poke at him, push him, say things that make his cheeks heat up. A part of him can't help but think about what he would do if this was real, if this wasn't just an attempt to salvage a sort of first date that went off the rails. If you were his.

Because if you were his and you'd teased him like that he would want to forget about the takeout and make sure you were both a little sore when you got up off the floor.

~~~~~

After you eat you have to force yourself to tell him you have school work, because you would sit on the floor with him the rest of the night if you could. What Sam had said about shitty pizza and picnic tables flashed through your mind and you smiled.

At the door you ask, "Would you be willing to try lunch again sometime, or dinner? With real furniture."

Michael gives you that crinkly eyed smile and shoves his hands in his pockets, "I'm not opposed to the floor, but I might make you pay for the chiropractor next time."

Your heart was a jackhammer in your chest when he reached up to ghost a finger over the dressing he'd put over the abrasions on your cheek and face.

"Do something for me?" He words are soft, not teasing anymore.

Anything. You have to choke the word down with a nod.

His touch lingers, "Come by tomorrow, so I can see you. Take a look at this." He traced the edge of a bandage, "My shift starts at seven."

~~~~~~

You had never been so nervous to walk into a hospital before in your life as you were when you entered the PTMC Emergency department like Michael had requested. You join the line to wait, but one of the registrars makes eye contact with you and waves you up.

You apologize to everyone that you passed in the line and gave her your name at the window, "I'm supposed to see Dr. Robinavitch." She smiled, "Yes, yes, he told me to keep an eye out for you. All the way to your right, I'll buzz you in."

You nearly run into Jack as you step through the fire doors into the ED. You flinch a little, startled, but you don't think Jack Abbot has been startled by anything in his life.

He does look a little curious though. "Hey, long time no see." He had a long sleeve shirt on under his scrub top, you assumed to cover the bandage and the cut on his arm. The small cut at his temple has a bruise around it now. "What're you doing here? Everything okay?" He ducked his head to look at you, clearly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, fine. Just following doctors orders." You pointed to where Michael stood by the main nurses station.

Jacks eyebrows jump as he nods and adjusts his backpack, then he meets Robby's gaze across the way. They exchange a look you can't read and then Jack turned back to you. "Ok then. Take it easy ok? I'll see you around."

You don't see the smirk on his face as he continued to the door, but Robby does.

You also don't see him immediately pull his phone out of his pocket as he pushes through the door with his shoulder, but Robby does.

"Good morning." You try for bright and cheery and not sick to your stomach with nerves.

Michael smiles, skips over the pleasantries, "How are you feeling?" He reached for your temple while his eyes asked if it was ok.

You nodded, "Little headache this morning, nothing bad. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine." He carefully pulls back the tape holding the dressing down and does a quick exam. "This looks ok. Want me to dress it again?"

Selfishly you nodded, "If you don't mind. Since you made me drive all the way down here."

He gave you a look as he guided you back behind the nurses station and into one of the chairs. "Wait right here, I'll be back."

Just as soft and competent as before he cleaned and treated the burns from the airbag, this time only putting a dressing over the one on your forehead.

He had just finished up when a nurse in grey scrubs came around the corner, "We run out of rooms and hallways already?"

Michael chuckled, "Just a quick check up. Dana this is Y/N, Y/N this is Dana."

Dana's smile doubles as she looks from you to him and then back. "Oh my God, yes! It's so good to meet you." She pulled you into a hug you were not expecting, "Sammy's told me all about you."

You try not to flush, but you can see Michael's cheeks go just a little pink so you know at least you're not alone.

~~~~~

You were barely out the door when Robby's phone goes off and he gets a text from Sam.

'Doctors orders huh? Winky face, winky face. What's you next weekend off? I'll see if I can get you two a Saturday night for your next follow up.'

Robby drops his head and groans as he spins his phone around and around in his fingers.

Dana pops up next to him again, "What's that face for?"

He looks her in the eye, "One of these days, I'm going to push Jack off the roof."

~~~~~

By the time you left Robby's department you were all fixed up again, had his number in your phone and felt like your head was about to spin right off. When your phone vibrated, still in your hand, you nearly dropped it.

A text from Michael Robinavitch, 'If you're free Saturday after next, how would you feel about dinner? Real restaraunt, real furniture."

Your heart raced as you checked your email, silently praying Sam had sent out the schedule for next month, and there it was, a free Saturday night. Nearly shaking you texted him back, 'What if I liked sitting on the floor with you?' You bit your lip and waited.

"Compromise for the couch after dinner?'

~~~~

Chapter Three

[cillianhead]

Twitterpated || Tommy Shelby x reader

summary: You and Tommy spend your first spring together in the sunshine.

this is just a little short n sweet blurb for you all

WARNINGS: Mostly Fluff, the tiniest bits of smuttiness... Tommy gets a bit handsy, cuss words/adult language. 18+ MINORS DNI

It wasn’t often that you’d have days like this in Birmingham. The sky was usually grey with gloom and rain all around, in fact, you were used to the clouds, and you were well acquainted with the bleakness that was Birmingham.

But here you sat with your legs draped across your husband's lap and the sun shining proudly in the sky. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight. It almost felt like something out of a daydream. You wore a pretty little sundress, one you never really got to wear considering the typically cold and dreary weather— but once again, it was warm for once. Warmer than what you were used to.

Tommy sat with an open shirt, pale skin exposed from beneath his unbuttoned dress shirt. Oh, he looked divine. Your soft, nimble fingers caress his hair, and for once, he's not smoking a cigarette. For once, Tommy's mind isn't somewhere else, it's entirely on this moment. One hand of his had slipped up underneath your skirt like the cheeky bastard that he was, thick fingers toying idly with the waistband of your skimpy little panties. It wasn't something Tommy thought he was capable of feeling. Contentment, that's what he felt. It clung to him, heavy in his chest, the feeling was sweet and syrupy in a way... You couldn't remember a time you had seen him so relaxed. Besides, when he was in bed with you, of course. Tommy wasn't sure he deserved to feel this way. You had been in his life for a good five years by now, you had given him two little children, and all of your unconditional love. You were the kind of woman he'd never question his loyalty to; he knew you just wanted him for him and not for whatever other reasons women had wanted him for in the past.

Though Tommy did sometimes question why someone like you-- pure, innocent, and sweet, would love someone like him-- dark, tortured, and incomplete. The picnic blanket beneath you was red and checkered, the perfect gingham pattern, and hell, there was even a wicker basket full of fruit and half-eaten baked goods. In your idyllic bliss, you were eager to tell Tommy about your day and he was eager to listen... or at least that's what you thought. You rambled cheerfully on about the kids, and Tommy would nod gruffly, hand squeezing your thigh and body leaning into yours just a little more. You didn't think much of it when his gaze drifted away from you and slightly off into the distance; you were so consumed in chatting away that you didn't even notice the sound of hooves trotting gently in the grass towards the two of you. There was a stern look on Tommy's face, a look of deep concentration that seemed to be slipping away second by second as he stared off into the distance.

And then there was that goddamned smile of his, that dazzling grin that had practically charmed the pants off of you when you first met. But he wasn't looking at you in this moment, no, he was looking at the beast before him. Tommy's eyes glimmered with a certain fondness you had only ever seen him look at you with. That's when you stopped talking, wondering who or what he could possibly be looking at with so much love.

It didn't surprise you to find out that it was a horse he was looking at.

"Tommy, what are you-" You started before following his line of sight, finding your eyes landing on Tommy's favorite horse of them all. She was a big black mare, her name was Hestia... And god, you couldn't even be mad at Tommy for giving love eyes to the horse instead of you. He was always easily distracted when it came to his horses. "Tommy!" You scolded with a light smack to his chest, causing him to break out of his trance and snap back to you. "Are you even listening?" You laughed incredulously. "'Course I am, baby... keep going..." Tommy grumbled, squeezing your hip reassuringly. But his head only turned to look up at the horse once again, who chuffed happily at the sight of him. "Hello, Hesty..." Tommy crooned, reaching one hand out to pat at her muzzle. "Looking well, girl... how you liking this weather, eh?" He asked as if the beast would respond. She let out another short series of huffs before wandering off to graze in the long pickle-green grass. As soon as Tommy's attention was back on you, you were colliding your body with his and latching your mouth onto those sweet pair of lips of his. It was too much. It was just too much. It turned you on when Tommy got all sweet and tender like that, it made you feel all fuzzy inside. The fact that he loved his horses so much... made your heart practically burst out of your chest. He grunted into the kiss, though swiftly responded in turn to your needy kisses with his tongue probing into your mouth and his hands gripping at the meat of your hips. Tommy loved it when you got like this. "Easy, girl..." He warned lowly as you straddled his hips. As you lifted your head from him to look down at him, there was a prideful sparkle in those cerulean eyes, a look that made your chest ache and your core throb. "Actin' like a bloody mountain lion, hm?" Whatever story you had to tell was completely gone from your mind, all that mattered to you now was feeling up your dearest husband and soaking in the warm rays of sunlight that were just so rare around these parts. It didn't matter that you were out in the open, it didn't matter that the birds and the bees would see you ravish your husband on this crimson picnic blanket. Right now, you were just two animals getting coupled up for the spring, just like all the other creatures who wandered nearby.

Even after all this time together, you were both undeniably and passionately twitterpated by one another. And it would stay that way for as long as you lived.

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Hi all... I hope you enjoyed this sappy little piece, I miss you all... I know I don't write as much these days. I'm working my way through a really long Robert Capa fic which I hope to get out soon!

[auspicioustidings]

Does this orc romance journey mean we might get orc 141 and reader thoughts???

See now I think the way the 141 lures in a nice human woman to fuck would be that not all of them are orcs.

Ghost and Soap are and they are mean looking fuckers. Ghost is covered in battle scars and is just unimaginably huge, Soap is so clearly a warrior with how his hair is shaved at the side with the top braided in a fighter's style.

But Price is a rough yet regal looking human man, the kind that is contracted to act as a guard for nice, noble women. Elven Gaz had thought it would be how they'd find a woman for all of them, that one of these nobles would take Price's eye and they could steal her away. After all he may enjoy how rough his three companions are, but part of him still misses a gentler touch, a more feminine energy to balance it all out.

It is not a noble woman in the end. There is one Price thinks to test, to introduce to his orcs. He doesn't love her, but she certainly is pretty to look at and perhaps the haughty arrogance might please his elf (it would not, Gaz is not much like his kin in taste).

Imagine Soap's surprise when he goes to grab this woman as Price is making a show of fighting off Ghost to see her reaction and he ends up with a knitting needle jammed into his side by her quiet mouse of a ladies maid. He is in love just from that, even as Ghost drags him away so Price can look the conquering hero he is twitterpated entirely, holding the bleeding wound in his side in a lovers caress.

Price pays attention to this maid afterwards having never truly looked her way before. He finds her clever, witty and scrappy as all hell. She is not the delicate beauty of her mistress but he comes to find his heart starts to race at the sight of her anyway. He discovers she grew up the eldest of 10 children to a poor family and that this position was one she clawed her way up to in order to support them as best she could. She makes such a good ladies maid because she can more or less do everything. It's her resourcefulness he falls for, how any task she is given she will find a way to deliver and not expect praise or adulation.

Gaz can't help but be curious when Price talks about her and decides to verify these claims, visiting the family home to find she was truthful. Her younger siblings are fascinated by his ears while her parents try to do their best to be worthy hosts of a visiting elf. They are crude peasants, their hovel small and messy and the food they serve not fit for even the lowest elf. But somehow he cannot help but feel such a pang of warmth from how they treat him like family even though he is only a stranger who was passing by and asked for shelter. He does not need to meet the girl to fall in love with her, he only needs to hear how her family talks about her.

It drives Ghost into a foul mood as the months go on and all his mates can fucking talk about is some useless human girl. He never wanted a woman with them, was rather hoping they'd get over this notion eventually. He means to ruin her, breaking into her room by cover of night and holding her to the bed while he undoes his trousers. He tries to shove himself down her throat and she damn near bites his prick off. Bloody mouthed and scowling she fights her fear and will not submit as he assumed she would so easily. He barks at her about how he will bloody her cunt with his now bloody cock. He does not in the end, only because he falls for her the moment she barks back that she will bite his bloody cock clean off even while he can scent the flood of arousal between her legs from the idea of him taking her. He decides then that he will have this human woman only when she begs for him and he will do whatever he damn well must to make that happen.

[life-in-toontown]

I really wish Bambi was remembered more as a serious and mature drama about animals living in the woods instead of a cutesy little kids movie about cute baby animals.

It feels most people just remember Bambi as this:

-Bambi is born

-Bambi and his cute little animal friends do cute shit

- Bambi’s mom dies (only dark and sad part)

- Bambi grows up and finds love

-Bambi has babies

-The end

And yes I know the scenes with Bambi as a fawn are adorable but that’s a necessary part of the film. It’s his childhood, he’s learning about the world and having fun with his friends to show as children do. And even his childhood scenes have their dark and intense moments.

This example is way lighter than the later ones I’ll be giving but during the last half of “Little April Showers” Bambi experiences his first thunderstorm and it frightens him. Again, pretty tame but I can definitely see how this part could scare some kids watching.

Now this is a more intense one. When Bambi’s mother takes him on his first trip to the meadow she stops him from excitedly running out by warning him that there could be danger. She then slowly examines the meadow to make sure the coast is clear and it’s done very slowly is very suspenseful, especially if you’ve never seen it but know what happens to Bambi’s mom (which everyone does because it’s common knowledge now).

Then there’s much later in the scene where the Great Prince warns everyone about Man’s presence and during the panic Bambi gets separated from his mother before his father finds him and helps him get back to her

(I hit the image limit so sadly I won’t be using screenshots going forward)

And of course there’s the famous heartbreaking scene: Bambi’s mother’s death. The terror when Bambi’s mother spots Man and runs away with Bambi, yelling at him not to look back and to keep running (her telling him not to look back implies she knows there’s a chance she’ll get shot…I’m tearing up typing this I’m ngl). Bambi gets away but we hear a gunshot off-screen…

When Bambi gets to safety and realizes his mother isn’t with him, he goes on a long search for her, calling for her into the night. Suddenly his father appears and tells him those heartbreaking words: “Your mother can’t be with you anymore.”

Bambi’s in shock…then slowly lowers his head in mourning before looking back up at his father with tears in his eyes…

Bambi’s father takes him in, and from that moment Bambi’s blissful childhood days are gone.

Fast-forward much later after Bambi’s grown up and after he’s become “twitterpated” with Faline. His adorable little love-struck fantasy with Faline is interrupted when a rival Buck (Ronno) fights for Faline’s affection. Bambi and Ronnie have a pretty intense fight, and of course Bambi comes out victorious.

(As a side-note from the dark stuff, the scene afterwards of Bambi and Faline having a romantic night while “I Bring You a Song” plays is just so beautiful. This is such a gorgeous film).

Now’s when the film gets really suspenseful. Bambi wakes up and sees smoke in the forest, and his father appears and tells him Man has returned. His father tells Bambi to come with him, but he remembers that Faline is still sleeping and he needs to get her. Faline wakes up and notices Bambi is gone and goes searching for him, leading her to get chased by hunting dogs before Bambi shows up just in the nick of time to fight them off.

Meanwhile the forest animals all look for shelter to hide from Man, leading to this absolutely horrifying scene of a pheasant panicking.

Back at Man’s campsite, their campfire spreads which of course results in the forest fire. I don’t really need to analyze why the forest fire is terrifying, of course a forest fire is terrifying, but I will talk about how after Bambi successfully fights the dogs off he gets shot. He tries getting up but is too wounded until his father shows up and encourages him to get up. Once he gets back on his feet, he and his father escape their burning home and safely reach an island where all the animals have escaped to and Bambi and Faline reunite.

And finally the happy ending. It’s Spring and the forest may still be burnt but there’s flowers and plants growing on the burnt stumps, showing that even after catastrophe, the forest will still regrow. Friend Owl is once again woken up to news that fawns have been born, and among the animals rushing over to see the new fawns are Bambi’s childhood friends Thumper and Flower, now with children of their own (also I just wanna mention that I love that Flower named his son Bambi after his best friend).

We then see that there’s not one but TWO fawns (the original book Bambi: A Life in the Woods that the film is based on has a sequel book called Bambi’s Children where Bambi has a son named Geno and a daughter named Gurri, if you’ve ever wondered if those fawns have names).

The films ends with Bambi and his father standing on a cliff looking over the new prince and princess, Bambi and his father glance at each other and his father leaves Bambi to look over his children, symbolizing Bambi as the new prince of the forest.

So yeah, it feels like this movie is mostly just remembered as a sugary sweet movie about cute baby animals shitting rainbows where only one sad thing happens but I just really wish it was remembered more as the serious film it really is.

[twitterpated-passion]

Not a Short | A.N.

Ayo, different post, but I'm here to advertise my books. I have two, indie published, but that's 'cause I couldn't be damned with an actual big name publishing company and agent(unless...).

One is YA in every sense of the matter other than some consistent swearing, which, in my opinion, pushed it up to NA. The second is fully NA/A and 18+, as it has exactly two(2) smut scenes. Descriptions are under the break.

To: Him: YA/NA

My first book after many scrapped ideas. I published this at 16 and self admittedly, it's obvious.

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Dad's (Dead) Best Friend: NA/A

My second book, obviously. I published this one this year actually, so it's brand new and ready to read.

Sticking to what I've already done, this has a taste of slice of life, but with a purpose: Finding out what happened to Joan Langdon, the MMC of the book. It's a Dad's Best Friend romance, but with a Corpse Bride esque twist. Keeping to my monsterfucker roots, I went with a zombie x human murder mystery romance with a guaranteed HEA.

Twenty-nine year old freelance editor, Seraphina Horial, doesn't really get out much, living in the shadows of her successful parents and often forcing herself to become a workaholic to pay the bills. Her father's best friend, Joan Langdon, disappeared five years ago without a trace, only to come back into Seraphina's life by climbing out from under a tree in the park. Too exhausted to consider it something straight from a horror movie, she brings him back to her loft close to the edge of the city she lives in, and vows on finding what happened to him, much to his constant disapproval. But when the two get closer to each other, learning things about the other they were never able to talk about when he was alive, Seraphina gets closer to the answer in Joan's case. But what will happen when she finds out what really happened to Joan.

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[wildestheart4ever]

Okay, I’ve talked about Vanessa in her pining era a couple of times already - let’s focus on what happens when she gets a hold of herself and Stephanie finally convinces her to start dating

She does something completely innocent that brings Jason’s dormant feelings back to the surface

And immediately becomes the pining hero of a regency romance novel…….after a crashing out which consists of cursing Stephanie’s existence and emptying his stash of ice cream before weeping into the couch which thus ends with staring into the abyss

That and burning down a warehouse

And flipping his absolute shit on Batman after the man tries - emphasis on tries - to confront him about it

Crash out over

He’s pulling Bruce levels of staring into the distance, writing his feelings in his journal and love letters wholeheartedly devoted to everything he loves about Vanessa

Reading romance novels and whispering “I get it” in response to the protagonist’s plight

Dick is the unfortunate one to pick up on it first when he finds Jason sitting on his fire escape staring at the smoggy clouds

Wistful and pitiful

The déjà vu is staggering

He remembers the blushing smitten face of the little brother whenever he gushed about his best friend, the stuttered denials

It’s a brief moment of nostalgic fondness before wicked glee comes at the thought of the others witnessing the embarrassing performance of casual ignorance that’s surely to take place in short time

Jason always did carry his heart on his sleeve

Vanessa is a lot more discreet about her pining than he is

Jason being the most pathetic pining mess

Batman is absolutely baffled when Jason trips over a chair when Vanessa leaned over him to grab something

Suddenly their lack of personal space has become a nightmare

All grace has flown out the window

No seriously, Damian had the fortune of witnessing Jason walking into the door at her praise

Think of the movie Bambi and the idea of Twitterpated

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

I love the extra world building your doing, and I love when it's briefly mentioned when the ENAs purr (　＾▽＾)

Anyway, perhaps some headcanons or a little drabble when meanie met Moony? I imagine THAT didn't turn out well-

You're Getting Yourself a Little Drabble!

And I'm glad you enjoy the world building! It was initially accidental but then I just sorta went with it

Similar to the last fic, Webseries ENA will go by ENA, and BBQ ENA will go by RENA

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"Now, remember: My sweetheart can be a bit... skittish, at times. So do try to keep yourself in order; at least until she's comfortable around you."

Moony rolled her eye and watched her friend fret over a beige dress that was accented by a black vest and a sky blue tie, slightly heeled black boots and a yellow bow in ENA's hair just above her Sad Face. It was a cute little outfit, one that Moony was impressed by, and one that would- hopefully -impress RENA. ENA was quite clearly very nervous about this Date-With-an-Accompanying-Friend (as they all agreed to awkwardly call it), and Moony almost felt bad to see her stressing out so much.

Almost.

"So, how do I look?" ENA bashfully asked, doing a little twirl and fiddling with her vest as she faced Moony again. "I hope I'm at least presentable."

"I think you look good." Moony started, smirking in a dangerous way that ENA just knew screamed trouble. "I mean, if this other ENA won't, I'd sleep with you."

"MOONY!" ENA shouted, blushing to the stars as her face glitched and body threatened to break into bits. She whimpered and switched to her Sad Face for the briefest moment before taking a breath and recomposing herself. "Moony, I understand that this is your sense of humor, and I love that you feel comfortable enough to be so open, but I NEED you to understand that my darling, ESPECIALLY her Meanie side, will not appreciate hearing such jokes."

"Ah, what? Is she a stiff?" Moony asked, seemingly disappointed by the news.

"No, she isn't a stiff, she's just... protective. She takes a lot of stuff literally-"

"Isn't that just an ENA thing?"

"And it wouldn't end well if you made a comment that would come off as suggestive."

Moony groaned, rolling her eye once more before huffing. "Fine. I'll respect your wishes and avoid saying anything funny."

ENA snorted, her blush fading and being replaced with an unimpressed smirk. "My greatest thanks."

The two spent the next few minutes talking about random topics on and off, both slightly jumping as the Bed Door suddenly popped up in front of them. The darn thing had an annoying habit of being one of two ways: It either followed the user's wishes and appeared in or near the exact area desired, or randomly pops up in the general vicinity as far away from your desired destination as possible. Judging by the fact that RENA easily slid off the bed and wiped down imaginary dust from her uniform (and yes, it was an actual military uniform with just a bit of "flair"), it was obvious that she'd gotten lucky.

"Salutations, my darling! It's so wonderful to see you!" ENA cheered, practically hopping over to RENA and stumbling a bit upon making her second bound. "Whoa! Whoa!"

RENA reacted quickly, wrapping her arms around ENA and quickly spinning them around until they were both standing straight. The action made both ENAs blush, awkward chuckles escaping them as they recovered. "Are you alright, my dear?"

"Very good." ENA replied, mentally facepalming as she quickly realized how awkward her affirmation sounded. "I-I mean-"

"Don't worry, darling. I understand." RENA- her Salesperson Face in control at the moment -assured. She stared into ENA's mix-matched eyes, holding back a twitterpated sigh as she saw nothing but stars in a sea of empathetic perfection.

"Ugh. Can you two get any more sappy?" Moony groaned without warning, screaming as a gun was pointed at her without hesitation. "ENA! Call her off!"

"Beloved, please! She’s not a threat!" ENA quickly rushed to grip RENA's stiff arm, acting out of instinct and pressing a gentle kiss onto RENA's cheek. It always worked to soothe her as a child; or, she thinks it did. It’s been a while since she was a child. "That's Moony."

RENA tore her attention from Moony and looked down at ENA with a surprised expression - even with the heeled boots, the size difference between the two was quite apparent. A second or so of more intense eye contact was followed by RENA relaxing, her gun being lowered and holstered with expert precision.

"Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have-"

"No, don't apologize, dear. I... appreciate the gesture." RENA bashfully wrapped her arms around ENA, pressing their foreheads together and holding back a delighted shudder as a familiar, fan-like sound came from ENA.

"Aww, now that's cute." Moony chimed, inching closer until she was practically phasing into ENA's body. "Glad the feelings are mutual between you."

"Moony." ENA playfully scolded, noting how RENA tensed slightly at Moony's presence. "Here, why don’t we head to the restaurant so we don't miss our reservation?"

"Works for me! I could eat a whole cow!" Moony cheered, letting an arm pop out from the hole in her body and tugging ENA into another, more friendly side hug. "Come on, soldier! Let's get rolling to the Mess Hall!"

RENA snarled under her breath, keeping step with ENA on her other side and crossing her arms. The action drew ENA's attention almost instantly, leading her to wiggle away from Moony and lean against RENA in a walking hug. A silent, reassuring gesture that made RENA's heart skip.

"So, what restaurant are we heading towards, again?" Moony asked, knowing very well along with ENA where they were going, but seeming incredibly interested in RENA's reaction. "Some fancy-shmancy place, right?"

ENA flushed slightly, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear and clearing her throat. "It isn't too fancy of a place. Just... a bit classier than the normal places we frequent."

"Obviously. I remember you making the reservation a month ago." Moony chimed, smirking at the double take RENA did. "Oh, yeah. This place is Fancy with a capital F."

"Wait, will I- Um, we even be allowed? Do they know you and I are...?" Even as RENA trailed off, it was quite obvious what she meant. She had become so used to being discriminated against just for being an ENA, and clearly didn't want her beau to experience such a thing in a highly public- and likely incredibly snobby -environment.

"I understand and thank you for the concern, my love, but I can assure you that we will be okay." ENA held RENA's arm and pressed a hesitant kiss onto her knuckles, unable to hold back the contented beeps and chirps that signified her delight. "I am close friends with the owner and most of the staff."

"Handy, isn't it?" Moony hummed, getting oddly close to the couple for a few seconds before returning to an appropriate distance. "Everyone here is more or less unfazed by ENAs. As long as no one causes too much trouble, we're just left to do whatever."

"Must be nice." RENA muttered, a jealous hint to her tone. She pulled ENA closer and cast a side-eye towards Moony, not missing the smug look on Moony's face. "But I'm glad no one finds it necessary to mistreat my darling."

ENA giggled and nuzzled under RENA's chin, quickening her stride and chittering out a message in Morse Code that made RENA scramble to catch up.

"Ugh, I can understand that, y'know." Moony grumbled, pretending to gag at the display.

"My apologies, Moony. I'll try to keep my affections to a minimum for both of you tonight." ENA hummed, pretending to be unfazed by the frightened expressions her words caused. "It's only fair."

"NO!" Both Moony and RENA shouted, sharing a quick and simultaneous glare before huffing and relaxing the best they could.

"Fine. I'll cool it with the comments." Moony grumbled.

"And I suppose I could refrain from any dirty looks. It's unbecoming of a businesswoman to react with such immaturity." RENA sighed, smiling as she received a peck on the cheek.

Moony received a quick yet strong hug, leaving both her and RENA content for the time being.

"Now, let's get to the restaurant and enjoy our dinner!" ENA cheered, spinning on her heel and barely managing to keep from falling.

It took everything in ENA to keep from groaning when her best friend and her sweetheart restarted their little feud just a few minutes later.

[stoneagedevil]

Idiot | Eddie Munson x f!Reader

TW/CW: loneliness.

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You’d been feeling down about yourself for some time now. You weren’t a cheerleader, but lately you’d been considering attending the tryouts for the semester. You’d even heard that girls in the band’s flute section were getting action from the brass section. Maybe you could pick up another instrument…?

No. No no no.

Christ, when did you become so desperate? Maybe it was all the twitterpated faces floating up and down the halls, what with the dance approaching and all.

But it’s not even like you wanted to go. You weren’t much of a dancer, but rather a person to get rowdy on stage at the Hideout when you played. That led to other thoughts…

You’d met Eddie Munson at the beginning of summer a few years ago. You were enthralled with his performance in his band Corroded Coffin, and he was just as lovestruck when he saw you go up with one of the most badass electric guitars he’d ever seen. After your set, you’d both gotten to talking at the bar - him buying you each a soda since you both had to drive home. That was the start of a wonderful friendship.

And unfortunately for your poor little heart, that’s all it was.

You sighed, taking a drag off a cig you found in your jeans you didn’t remember washing. Thank god for that. You looked over at the cheerleaders on the field practicing their routine from where you sat on the outside bleachers; trying to picture yourself in a cheer outfit mingling with them.

Suddenly you were startled by a loud, thundering metal sound coming from your right, nearly pulling your neck at the speed you looked over. It was Eddie - who just jumped onto the metal bleachers to illicit a reaction from his favorite person.

“Shit yourself?” He laughed, smile making his eye crinkle.

“Har har Munson.” You blew smoke at his face smirking slightly. He waved it away playfully.

“Watcha doin’ up here? Thought I’d find you in the art room, but you weren’t there.” He sat closely beside you.

You flicked the dead ash from the end of your cigarette. “Feelin’ melancholy I ‘spose…” you trailed off, leaning back on the seat behind you and looking up at the sky. Eddie quickly joined you.

“Why’re you sad? Need something stronger than that ciggy?” He reached into his inside pocket on his jacket and dug out a joint.

You eyed it for a second. “Nah. I’d better not.”

Eddie frowned. It wasn’t like you to turn down his premo stuff. It wasn’t like you to isolate yourself - especially away from him. He got nervous.

“Hey, what’s going on? You know you can talk to me, right?” He placed a hand on your knee, causing those stupid butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You debated a lot of things in that moment. You debated telling him you were in love with him. You debated shooting up from your position on the bleachers and pulling his face towards yours and kissing him. You debated running away, never to be seen or heard from again.

You took none of these options.

“I’m lonely, I guess. It’s hard seeing people get asked out to dances all of the time knowing that’s never coming to me. I wouldn’t even wanna go, but maybe if someone asked…I would? I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You sat up and looked down at your shoes.

Eddie looked at the side of your face. Maybe if he was brave enough he’d ask. Maybe if he was wealthy enough and you’d said yes, he’d get a suit and get you a corsage. Maybe if he wasn’t the town freak. Maybe in another life.

Maybe.

“Hey, it’s not dumb. I know how you feel. I’ve only really ever been asked out as a joke. But someone will come around and see how absolutely amazing and badass you are. Seriously.” He said this instead, even though it made his throat tighten at the tail end of his sentence.

You looked at him, and he let go of a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding captive. Your eyes swam with doubt, slightly damp.

“Eddie. I’m the freakette. Anyone who would ask me out is probably an idiot.” You said, somberly.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hand disappeared from its place on your knee, Eddie himself bolting up from the bleachers. “Hey! I know I’m a repeat but I’m not an idiot!” He said, sounding genuinely upset.

You paused, realization smacking you both upside the head. “You…you what?”

The color of Eddie’s face would make traffic stop. Fuck. Maybe he is an idiot. “I said that…that uh-“ his hands flew over his eyes, “that I’m not an idiot but now I’m thinkin’ I am because I’m pretty sure I just ruined the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Your heart sped up in your chest, your face blushing. “You…like me?”

Eddie, hands still covering his embarrassment, sighed. “I mean, like you? No. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you when we met. Christ. Look-“ he removed his hands from his face, instead wringing them together, “if you give me time then maybe I could get over it. We can pretend this never happened, I just- I just need you in my life, whatever way that looks like.” His eyes looked down at his shoes now.

You shook your head, mouth agape at what you were hearing. You debated a lot of things in that moment. Then, you went with the best option.

You stood, walking calmly towards him, taking his burning face in your cold hands and lifted it. He looked down at you, shocked, and slightly scared. Definitely nervous.

You leaned in and kissed him then, him returning the favor. Once separated, you backed up, “Eddie, I don’t want you to get over me.”

His smile looked like it’d break his face in half, “Good. Because I was totally lying about my ability to get over you. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.” You laughed and he joined, happy to have made you smile. “I know it isn’t a big dance proposal, but, would you wanna go out? With me?” He had to specify. He just had to.

“Id love to go out with my favorite idiot.” You smiled cheekily. Eddie burst out into laughter, picking you up and hugging you tightly.

“If I can be your idiot, then an idiot I’ll be.” He declared, kissing you once more.

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Thanks for reading, I’ve been in a slump lately, so I hope this was good.

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Talks Machina, episode 11 (the VOD are viewable as archived links from the Critical Role wiki, so no views are going anywhere they shouldn't be)

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So this isn't really a request, more just I really want Dean to love Latin/Hispanic music. Because it makes my little white girl ass so happy. And then I was like "oh isn't there a scene in the espresso-verse?" And I had to go find it. But then of course I want Dean to secretly love it and up his skills to impress her and take her dancing and......yeah. so that's how my evening is going :)

Hey there, Beaks! Oooh you've come to the right place to talk about this. 😆💓💓💓

Aside from my HC that Dean would eat the crap out of some Latin food, you're right, I did explore Dean getting acquainted with salsa and Latin/Hispanic music in the Midnight Espresso series, specifically in the two parter, Devour Me.

In Part 2, the reader hooks him into learning some salsa dancing with her after they make up following a big argument. 😅😂

I've actually thought about writing a little one-shot in the series where Dean surprises her with some improved salsa dancing skills the next time they're in a bar that's playing some Latin music/salsa. He takes pride in being able to lead her around the makeshift dance floor. She's all twitterpated by the way Dean's actually gotten pretty good at dancing. 😝

I also just love the idea that Dean won't be able to hear Latin music without thinking of his girl (and her sexy hips). ❤️‍🔥

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Jericho Sticks Gets Nothing

This is not me wishing the worst on him because I think he deserves it, but rather the opposite. I adore Jericho. He is hands down my favorite character of the EOM crew. HOWEVER it is out of this love that triggers an undeniable urge for him to get absolutely NOTHING to himself.

I hc that he falls in love with Marius and Lethica at different times, but he would of course never say these feelings out loud because "Miss Lethica is too kind" and "Sir Marius shouldn't feel like he owes me something" and Virgil's right, they wouldn't love me anyways. So canon moves on, and Jericho holds out on the slightest bit of hope that maybe just maybe one of them would address his feelings...! But then they see him eat the hag, and Briggsy keeps saying they should kill him, and Yorgrim is getting more upset with him, and Farryn just wants her best gal back- But perhaps most hurtful is he sees the spark between Marius and Lethica. He sees how they look at each other, just like those halflings, all twitterpated. As they keep getting closer and closer Jericho realizes that Virgil was right, they couldn't love him, he was so stupid to think they could.

He thinks it'll get better but it doesn't. It gets worse. Jericho hasn't ever had a toy, or a proper friend, or a warm hug when he felt hurt or upset, but this- this other guy comes in. This guy they barely know! And sure maybe Hugo is a child and deep down Jericho knows he shouldn't feel Jealous over a child, but it wasn't fair. Even if they're a little broken he has toys. And even if it smells he has a room. And now Hugo has his friends too and it's not fair! They were Jericho's friends first and now he just wants Marius and Hugo and all of them who were clearly lying to be flayed alive for ignoring him- But no no no that was a bad thought.

So Jericho gives away his first ever toy and watches as Hugo lights up with joy and Hugo gets fed and comforted and Jericho has to watch it all happen. Virgil is there whispering in his ear about how Jericho shouldn't have expected something different, Virgil says he's Jericho's only friend. Jericho starts to believe him again.

Then after the whole Virgil taking over his body several times and eating up all of em secrets and Jericho's friends. His closest friends are gone just like that. And after the whole P'zuzu (Pazuzu?) banishing thing, Jericho grows so dependent on Virgil, on Raum, on his only friend and his brother. But now Marius and Lethica and Briggsy want to talk to Virgil instead of Jericho. It's not fair. They say they care for him but they keep asking to hear from Virgil and it's Jericho's body! Not VIRGILS body! But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't. He'll get through it.

Jericho Sticks is used to getting nothing after all.

Anyways enjoy my ramblings