#it's mostly michael

[lil-dragon-rawr]

Y'all what if FNaF and DC were in the same universe can you imagine the chaos

Part Two, Part Three

Masterlist

Michael: *applies for a security job at WE because go big or go home amirite)

Tim, doing the interview because everyone else was freaked out by Michael: so, uh. What's your work experience

Michael: oh! I was a security officer for a bunch of places. Only for like a week at a time though cause I was only working there to set them on fire

Tim, now deeply concerned: um. So uh. That's a crime

Michael, realizing he made a Mistake™ and attempting to defend himself: hey, with the last gig it was literally in my contract that I had to burn the place down

Tim, contemplating insurance fraud:

Michael: also I'm great with lawsuits

Michael: *is living in Crime Alley because of course he is*

Michael: *gets shot while interrupting a gang war*

Michael, staring at the bullet in his chest: oh cool! My first souvenir from the east coast!

Red Hood, trying to get the obvious civilian out of the way: uhh hey buddy, are you good?

Michael "Allergic To Dying" Afton: yeah I'm good! Check out this bullet!

Red Hood, deeply concerned: what the [REDACTED]

Michael, remembering most people die when they're shot: oh don't worry, ever since I got scooped I can't die!

Red Hood, deeply concerned and regretting this conversation: uh. Scooped?

Michael, excited to talk about his trauma: yeah! My dead sister tricked me into getting my insides scooped out so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise to escape their prison

Red Hood:

Michael, working at WE and high on fear gas thanks to Scarecrow: oh, the nightmares are back!

Michael: *ignores them and keeps flipping through the cameras to see where Scarecrow went*

Red Robin, trying to help his employees: sir, you need to evacuate the building. Also, here's an antidote to the fear toxin-

Michael, annoyed: hey can you get out of my face? You're blocking the bestest boi

Red Robin: you're on fear toxin, whatever you're seeing isn't real

Michael: yeah and it wasn't real the first four years either but nightmare foxy is back and I'm never letting him go, he's the only one I like

Red Robin: sir please

Tim: *checks in on Michael and sees a little robotic bear reading an official-looking paper*

Tim, incredibly confused and praying that's not confidential WE info: hey Mike, whatcha got there

Michael, scooping up Helpy to present him like it's his favorite child: this is Helpy! He's the best and is so helpful. He also cuddles really nicely!

Michael, getting flashbacks: unlike SOME animatronics

Tim: what's he. What's he holding

Michael, with the energy of a parent excited to show off his kid's latest project: oh it's a lawsuit!

Michael, having a Conversation™ with Red Hood: wait you're dead too!

Red Hood: uhh yeah?

Michael: but why aren't you purple? Are you an animatronic?

Red Hood, incredibly confused: ...why would I be an animatronic?

Michael: cause you aren't decaying like me???

Red Hood: ok cool new question

Red Hood: HOW would I be an animatronic?

Michael: what, like it's difficult?

Michael: I mean, my little brother got rebuilt into an animatronic when he died so it's not that much of a stretch

Red Hood, realizing this is karma for every joke he made about his own death:

Michael: and there was that time a pile of robot spaghetti wore my skin so they could be a real person

Red Hood: would you pLEASE stop talking about that

Michael, ignoring him: didn't stop me from decaying though. Hm

WE: *gets shut out of their systems by an unknown hacker with a robot fox face*

Michael: don't worry guys I got this!

Tim, severely concerned that Batfam stuff is going to get leaked: but you're a security guard?? How-

Michael, typing in LOL: yeah don't worry it's just Lolbit! They like to cause problems on purpose from time to time

Tim: Lol...bit? Causes problems on purpose?

Michael: it's like enrichment

*Batfam realizes they have to start investigating Michael*

Red Hood: I mean, we could just ask him

Red Hood: the first time we met he told me exactly how he died in great detail

Red Hood, reminiscing (read: war flashbacks): he had a twenty-four slide powerpoint

Red Robin, realizing Michael's purple and smells bad for a reason other than "classic Gotham chemicals": he's dead???

Red Hood, desensitized: yeah, he didn't tell you?

Red Robin: *approaches Michael outside of work*

Michael, no longer high on fear toxin: oh hiya boss!

Red Robin, panicking: uhh what

Michael "FoxyBro" Afton: is there a reason you're talking to me outside of business hours? Am I in trouble?

Red Robin, wondering how he was going to explain this to Batman: uhhhhhh

Batman: please explain your previous jobs. For the investigation

Michael: oh! Well it all began when I tried to play a prank on my brother, shoved him into Fredbear's mouth, and got him killed-

Michael: then the nightmares started, which I later found out was partially due to my dad running experiments on me every night-

Michael: eventually he died but not really,

Michael: oh! And my sister got eaten by Baby-

Batman, lost at "shoved him into Fredbear's mouth":

*Batfam arrives at the Pizzaplex to try and figure out what the heck is going on*

Michael, there because he's visiting his siblings, standing next to Baby, Golden Freddy, and Gregory (on Glamrock Freddy's shoulders): oh hi guys!

Red Robin, who read the Funtime schematics: Michael what the [404 SWEAR NOT FOUND]

Red Hood: there's a child?? Why is there a child???

Michael: didn't I tell you about him? Anyways this is Gregory, he's the robot version of my dead brother!

Michael, gesturing to Golden Freddy: and this is my dead brother

Michael: though technically that's also another kid who lowkey kinda scares me

Michael, moving on: and this is my sister!

Michael: y'know, the one who tricked me into getting my insides scooped so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise?

Red Hood: can you PLEASE stop talking about that

Baby: I told you you wouldn't die!

Michael, looking at the Batfam like they're cameras from The Office: and she wonders why she's not my favorite sibling

Nightwing, having a moment but still trying to get information: who's. Who's the other bot

Michael, patting Glamrock Freddy: oh that's me!

Michael: a piece of me anyways

Nightwing: I have so many more questions

Signal, who can see the ghosts: please do not ask for answers.

Michael, showing the Batfam around the Pizzaplex: do you want to see my favorite ride?

Red Hood: ...sure

Michael: it's Foxy's log ride! Foxy is my favorite, I'm so upset he got replaced with Roxy but at least he's still around! Y'know when I was a kid I used to wear a Foxy mask, which is coincidentally the mask I wore when I got my brother killed-

Michael: *goes on a whole rant of the evolutions of Foxy and why OG Foxy is his favorite*

Red Hood: *starts taking notes*

Roxy, storming through the Pizzaplex: Gregory, you lawless RAT, how DARE you replace my HAIRBRUSH with a pORCUPINE-

Gregory: *running to hide behind Spoiler because he associates purple with Michael*

Spoiler: *as Roxy runs up* oh uhh hi there. Roxy right?

Roxy:

Roxy: you're not Gregory

Spoiler: haha nope! No Gregory here!

Roxy: oh. Sorry

Roxy: love your outfit though!

Spoiler: thanks, love your makeup!

Roxy: I know, right? I'm gorgeous!

Spoiler:

Roxy: ...wanna have a girl's night with me and Glamrock Chica where we get dressed up and make Sun swear in binary?

Spoiler: did you even need to ask?

Robin, in a corner vibing with Mangle: *petting Mangle*

Mangle, also vibing: ._.(^w^)

Batman:

Puppet:

Batman:

Puppet:

Red Hood, realizing this is a staring contest: *goes halfway across the Pizzaplex to get popcorn and comes back to them in the exact same positions* ooh. Getting interesting

Nightwing: *argues with Circus Baby about clown etiquette*

Signal, overwhelmed by all the ghosts: man sure wish I had my lofi beats to study and relax to right now

DJ Music Man: *climbs out of the wall*

Signal: *unholy screeching* HOLY M- wait you're chill aren't you

DJ: *starts playing his version of lofi beats to study and relax to*

Signal: ...huh

Black Bat: *disappeared, found Ballora, and is now dancing with her* (^ ^)

Red Robin, recognizing the fox face from the WE hack: yOU

Funtime Foxy: I appreciate the enthusiasm for performing arts, but you must be thinking of my sibling!

Red Robin, who didn't find Lolbit's blueprints: your what

Lolbit, appearing out of nowhere: he means me!

Red Robin, with newly energized fury: YOU!

Lolbit: ...LOL!

[saintsir4n]

Smoke and Annie were and look the same age. I know you lot aren't USED to seeing dark skinned Black women as love interests (especially plus sized ones) on screen but seriously, get a fucking grip. There was NOTHING to suggest she was any grown man's mama or sister. That is called bias.

[the-magnus-protocol]

Tma + tmagp art masterpost

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[teeveetrasheee]

Fnaf is currently rotting my brain rn

[metamatronic]

(ignore that i fully missed the ask button on the first attempt in my eagerness and accidentally unfollowed and refollowed)

Love your WilliamWasFramed!AU! It's such a fun and unique take on all the characters!

I'm curious about a few things 👀 How did "Eggs" and Springtrap bumping into each other at Fazbear's Frights that first time go? What's Phone Dude's thoughts on Springtrap and also the nightguard he chats on the phone with who's toootally not the same person? And if someone were to, say, write a fanfic of your AU, what'd be your ao3 username so the work can be properly gifted over there-

First Impressions Are Tough

Will eventually managed to convince the night-guard to let him into the office, but it took some time to get through to him—something about ‘Eggs’ having a nasty run-in with a “friendly-sounding” animatronic in the past.

(Also, my AO3 is metamatronic as well! If anyone were to write me anything I would cry fr /pos)

[dr-mohan]

the pitt + text posts

[zunibugsiren]

Uprising

18+ ONLY!!!

Hello beauties! The long-awaited one chapter smut for Annie and Smoke is here, this is a chapter from my longer fanfic. The one that has elements of Lovecraft Country. Let me know if you like! Muah, love y'all!

October 15, 1932

The car chugged steadily down an obscure road in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Smoke’s hand gripped the steering wheel firmly as he turned left, into a more shaded area. Trees provided much-needed shade in the heat, and soon pops of blue joined the scene. The blue bottles delicately hanging on the trees provided some comfort. He was home now. It had been years since he left Clarksdale, leaving his daughter’s burial site. Years since he left Annie. But he was back now. 

His head was filled with what the world had imprinted on him, and bags full of cash he killed to get. Now all he needed was his woman.

Smoke turned right, into a secluded road, and gathered the baby’s breath bouquet seated on the passenger's seat. He stopped the car, removed the keys, and stared at his trembling hands before gathering the bouquet and swiftly exiting the car.

The fertile soil smoothed under his shoes as he walked off right into a cleared-off plot of land, right in front of the faded blue cabin. He stopped and knelt down in front of the stone, the red impression of a small child’s hand haunting him as he laid down the flowers delicately in front of the grave. His hands shook.

“Daddy’s here now, baby girl. Daddy’s here,” he muttered. Tears stung his eyes as he gazed at his daughter’s grave. She didn’t even make it a year before dying.

He heard movement behind him and slowly got up and turned to see Annie.

Annie stood still, staring at him. A flicker of disbelief, grief, and longing flashed quickly in her eyes before all he could see was indifference. Annie slowly walked over to Smoke, her full figure covered by her blue tweed patterned dress. Her dress blew softly in the wind caressing her ankles, tendrils of her curls kissing her face right underneath her high cheekbones. She raised her head in defiance. Her rich ebony skin glistened from the day’s work.

Years had passed, and she was still so painfully beautiful.

“Whatcha’ wan with me, Smoke?” her husky voice uttered. It sent a shiver down the soldier’s spine.

“Me’n Stack comin’ back home for good now. Wantin’ to build us a juke joint.”

Annie turned without a word into her cabin. Smoke followed suit.

As Smoke entered her cabin, he was once again struck by the charms and amulets strung up. Herbs and elixirs filled the shelves as he scanned the room, his eyes eventually fell on Annie’s.

Lord, was she so beautiful. Years of being without a woman’s touch were catching up to him and quickly. He clenched his jaw before uttering, “Me and Stack havin’ the openin’ tomorrow and wan’ you to cook for us.”

“Why are you here? I thought y’all hit it big in Chicago.”

He slowly walked up to her, “I done seen so many things, seen so many things. There’s so much power in the world, me and Stack decided to get some of our own. We killed.”

He walked around the table to her. “ We done seen men pass in ways we never thought possible. We came back to bring some of that power here.”

He spoke more intensely now whilst staring into her eyes.

“Annie, I wan’ to come back ‘ere to share that with you.” He stopped walking and stood right in front of her. 

“True power. Money.”

Her face contorted in disgust and disbelief. 

“You fool!”

She walked over to the counter and grabbed a small leather bag. She held it up and shook it in his face. “You think you traveled all ‘cross the world and you come back here talkin’ to me fully bodied and think it’s luck?!”

He clenched his mouth. The mojo bag she created years ago still hung on his neck, and not once did he take it off.

“I know you wearin’ it, Smoke, I can sense it.”

His eyes met hers again and filled with grief.

“If it worked, why didn’t it work for Tiwa?”

Hurt, Annie pulled out her blade and placed it under his neck.

“You don’t get to walk back in here and talk about her,” she stated. Her voice and hand shook with emotion. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at the man.

Smoke’s eyes softened, and he easily took the blade from her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. At his words, a sob escaped Annie as she looked down and cried.

Smoke quickly gathered her in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please,” he whispered as he tried to get her to look at him.

Annie resisted and struggled out of his embrace. Quickly wiping her eyes, she moved to the entrance of her cabin and out into the early afternoon, gazing at her daughter’s grave. Moments passed in silence, only the sound of rustling trees and whistling wind took up the space. Gathering herself, she looked back at Smoke, staring deep into his eyes.

Smoke stared at Annie as if she held the stars and moon for him. That was his woman, his equal, his soulmate.

Annie saw something in his eyes, and her eyes softened. Again, she asked, only this time softly, “Why you here, Smoke?”

Unable to resist her, Smoke took off his hat, holding it in his right hand and placing it on his chest, and slowly walked up to her.

Standing less than a foot away from her, he looked down and said softly, “I love you and I miss you. I came back for you.”

Heat rushed into her eyes as she pulled him down by his tie. He was closer to her face. Her eyes searched his, and her husky voice said, “Say it again.”

He lowered his face even more, landing a soft kiss on her lips once, then twice.

Still on her lips, he uttered in a deeper voice, “I love you. I miss you. I came back for you.”

Annie yanked on his tie and closed her eyes. His lips captured hers passionately, melding it before dipping his tongue into hers.

He grunted, dropping his hat, and grabbing her ass with both hands roughly. He smacked each cheek twice as he sucked on her tongue.

Annie gasped, eyes opened, giving him the opportunity to delve his tongue deeper before sucking on her tongue.

Annie groaned, her cooze weeping wet, in complete shock.

The many times they made love in the past Smoke was so…restrained. He controlled his roughness with her, but it seemed that Chicago changed a couple of things.

Unbeknownst to Annie, the man had not had any sexual contact with women since her. 

7 years and 293 days without a woman can do that to a man. Seeing her dark, big, beautiful figure had him on the verge of losing his mind.

Annie pulled back from the kiss, panting, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Smoke followed her mouth as she pulled back, intent on getting back inside her.

“W-Wait, we can’t do this here, anybody can come in.” 

“Well, come on,” he gruffly replied.

Annie grabbed his hand, leading him to her home a couple of yards away from her cabin.

As they walked hand in hand, Annie felt him gaining on her, getting closer and closer until they found themselves at her front door, Smoke practically on top of her. Annie dropped her hand to place it on the door knob.

Annie hesitated, unfamiliar with the sexual energy Smoke was exuding.

It felt primal…and desperate. She was no blushing virgin, Smoke having taken care of that, but this was uncharted territory.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered in her right ear as he placed his right hand on hers.

He pressed himself on her, and Annie gasped. 

It had been years since she had taken him, and even then, sex was always a struggle with his size. Her cooze clenched repeatedly.

Annie pressed back and replied in Creole, “Your body remembers mine.”

He grabbed her by the waist and groaned.

Annie opened the door, and Smoke lost it.

Immediately, he slammed the door closed, the open windows providing him enough light as he stalked Annie to her bedroom.

Unable to remove herself from his eye contact, Annie backed into her room as she watched him strip his clothes. 

His suit jacket, his vest, his gun holsters.

Each item dropped with a soft thud, and with each thud, Annie’s heart raced.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, Annie’s ankles hit the back of her bed, causing her to fall onto it.

He finished unbuckling his belt as he entered the room.

He slammed the door closed.

He unzipped his pants, yanked down his drawers, and dragged them down his legs before removing it.

Annie’s eyes were locked on his dick, years later and it still caused her to be nervous.

Unconsciously, she closed her legs in nervousness.

He saw it and took a deep breath, calming himself a bit.

He climbed into the bed, eased her dress up to her stomach, took her legs, and slowly dragged her down to him. He separated her legs slowly and gently. He languidly kissed her left leg from her ankles to her thigh, then her stomach.

He did the same thing to her right leg, making sure both legs were as separated as possible.

He scooted down, placing his hands on her pussy lips and spreading them as wide as possible. His fingers passed through her wet pussy and he grunted, “Fuck, give me that. Give me that sweet pussy.”

Annie’s face contorted in pleasure as her legs shook.

“Such a pretty pussy. This my pretty pussy? This my pussy?,” he asked breathing heavily as he toyed with the inside of her pussy with his fingers, rubbing back and forth.

Annie cried out, almost choking on her saliva as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, it’s yours.”

He pulled his fingers from her and sucked on them hard.

Annie couldn’t help but stare as he sucked his fingers dry.

“You so fucking sweet. I need that from the source.”

Before she could speak, he was between her legs. She pulled herself up just in time to watch him place his tongue on her. Annie made eye contact with Smoke.

Eye contact maintained, tongue flat, he licked her pussy entrance to her clit before enveloping his mouth on it and sucking intensely.

Annie’s body dropped down in pleasure, a groan deep from within her emerged.

“Oh baby, oh fuck me yes!”

Annie started grinding her face on him, her meaty thighs trying to come together, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly as he dug in.

He stuck his tongue deep in her and sucked, causing her eyes to start to cross.

Her face started to contort in pleasure and pain as an intense orgasm was ripped from her.

Annie moaned, the sound being deep and prolonged, as Smoke licked her to completion.

Overstimulated Annie pushed on Smoke’s head as he continued to lick.

Voice croaky and throat parched, Annie feebly pushed on his shoulders and head, “W-wait, y-you ‘ave to g-ugh-give me a break.”

Smoke gave her one last suck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her puffy wet pussy as he looked up. He licked his lips as he panted, staring at Annie

Chest heaving, he leaned over to her lips and slowly and sensually kissed her, allowing her to taste herself.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled down the top of her dress, allowing one big titty to pop out. He fondled her titty before grabbing a handful and sucking on her nipple. He alternated between kissing her and sucking on her breast. He completely pulled down her top, giving both breasts attention.

He lowered himself, putting part of his weight onto her chest as their tongues danced, allowing his hand to go back to her pussy. He pulled back from kissing to stare into her eyes as he slowly placed one finger inside her.

He felt Annie clench and quickly responded, “It’s not going to hurt, nice and slow with you baby. Remember what you said? I remember you. And your body will remember me.”

He stated his as he gently pushed into the hilt.

Annie felt herself relax, and one finger turned to two, then to three.

By the time Smoke had all three fingers in her, her pussy was gushing. Lewd sounds came from where they were joined, causing Annie’s face to heat up.

He removed his fingers, sucking on them, before allowing Annie to suck on them. He pulled them back as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

“The only woman I’ve ever been with is you baby. Now you know I love you right?”, he stated gently. 

His hand sneaked down to play with his dick. The purple head was leaking as he fisted it.

Annie nodded, mouth slightly agape. He nodded with her.

His voiced dropped.

“Because I’m going to fuck you real rough baby.”

Smoke leaned down to kiss her as he eased his dick into her. Her wet tight pussy parted, allowing his girthy head to pop in.

Annie groaned, but Smoke slowly rocked in and out of her until he was completely in.

Seeing that she took him, he started pounding into her.

In and out, throughout Annie’s home all you could hear were the obscene noises of his thighs impacting with hers and the sloshing of her wet pussy.

Annie's voice started to pitch really high. She started crying.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

Each thrust caused her to cry out keenly. 

Annie’s body started to do something it hadn’t done in years.

“Ughhhh!Ughhh!”

Wetness began to seep out of her like a hose, more wetness than ever before.

She started becoming worried when it continued at an increased rate. She put a hand on Smoke’s pecs.

“Ugh, baby, I-It’s real intense. I feel ugh!”

Smoke still churning inside of her, started grinding his hips down and in a circle. His face contorting in pleasure. He groaned into her ear, “It’s ok, baby, I need you to feel it. Feel me, baby.”

At the end of her orgasm, Smoke heaved into her one, two, three times. He dug in too deep the third time, causing Annie to let out a low yelp. 

He groaned and shuddered as he came deep inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt, he continued to come for a long time. Annie started to feel him leak around where they were joined, and couldn’t help but moan,  her pussy not having enough room for it all.

Still coming, he pulled out, painting her mons a white pearly color, groaning as he did. He put his dick back in her, thrust deep, and as if pulled deep from within him, spurt a couple of more times inside her before taking a deep breath and collapsing on her hefty bosom.

The entire time Annie lay still, staring at the usually calm and level-headed man.

She attempted to move to clean up, but Smoke, still inside her, plugging her up, quickly but gently grabbed the side of her head and stated, “Stay with me, Annie.”

“Let’s rest. We have a lot to talk about later.”

He lifted his head, still inside her, kissed her gently as they both fell asleep.

[its-funnytwittertweets]

[asxgard]

Companionship | pt. 8

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!reader

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Summary: An ER visit and a long awaited conversation.

[ Series Masterlist ]

Note: a variation of the hospital scene has been in my head since the beginning, and the one that convinced me to start this in the first place. Obviously it changed a bit after I figured out where it took place in their relationship. Thankful to be finally sharing it with y’all! The scene after that? Uhhhh👀😭

Special shoutout to @cherriready for being so extraordinarily amazing and helping me with the end bits!!! Thank you for letting me vent about the show and this series💜

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: age gap, ANGST, feelings, still avoiding those feelings, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies, foul language, little to no comfort

not beta read

Michael was thankful this shift was nearly over, just under two hours to go and he could go home to crash. He really needed it, spending sleepless night after restless night, thoughts turning over and over in his head. He should not have cared so much, or felt so deeply about not talking to you. You should not have mattered nearly as much as you did.

But he had laid in his bed night after night, thinking only of you. Feeling stupid. Feeling perverted. Feeling like he wasn’t good enough. You had walked out, after all. You were the one who had stood and chose to leave.

So why did it feel like it was all his fault?

He remembered the warmth of your lips, how your eyes had held him so tenderly, how soft your hands had been. The rush he had felt when you finally connected. Like something had finally clicked into place.

With a long breath, Michael tried to get back to work. Maybe check out triage, or chairs and just grab anyone to take you away from his thoughts. He stopped by Central to check on a few patients, turning around to make his way back towards chairs.

And like the universe had finally taken pity on him, there you were. Hair pulled from your face, one hand held upward. Still in your work clothes: a pair of chinos, a light blue sweater and a jacket slung over your other arm. Any thoughts he had been having about anything crash landed. He had to be seeing things. He had to be seeing things; if you were here, then something had happened and you were hurt. That thought moved his heart into his throat — couldn’t he have just gotten more nurses if the universe had taken pity on him?

Then you looked up, your unmistakable eyes met his and his heart stopped.

—

Michael was on you in only a few long strides, next to you in only a blink. Taking your hand — gently, but firmly — into his, he looked over your wound with careful eyes. You held your breath, watching him, assessing him. His eyes, focused and unreadable, lips in just a hint of a frown, his hands warm and rough against your own skin.

It had been nearly a week since you had seen each other, and worry sank low into your gut. How had you ended up at the hospital he worked at? You were never supposed to be anywhere near his professional life. That was the deal.

…was there even still a deal?

“Dr. Robby?” Dr. McKay asked tentatively, glancing between you.

Robby? Who the hell is Robby? Is Michael a fake fucking name—

“Sorry, this is Doc—”

“I got it.” Michael—Robby—muttered, releasing your hand.

Dr. McKay’s eyebrows furrowed, “Boss, I think—”

“VIP, I got it.” He said again, harder this time, looking at Dr. McKay and not allowing any room for argument.

Dr. McKay’s eyebrows raised, glancing back at you, you were still staring at Michael dumbly. Giving a curt nod, Dr. McKay handed over the tablet and walked back towards the waiting room. You only spared her a glance before you moved into the room, Michael on your heels.

“What happened?”

Mild anger flared in your chest, “Was Michael a fake name, was nothing real?”

His eyebrows came together and his frown settled deeper onto his face, “What?”

“Robby.” You stressed, annoyed.

Realization flashed over his face, “No, no. It’s short for Robinavitch. Michael’s my first name.”

“Oh.”

Michael Robinavitch.

Well, at least it felt like you were on a more level playing field; all of your information was on that tablet now in his hand. At least now you knew his full name and where he worked. But did it matter?

Michael moved to close the door, before turning around and just looking at you. He was wearing a blue hoodie over his scrubs, a stethoscope around his neck. You hated how your mind went to how good he looked. You squirmed under his gaze, glancing over your shoulder at the exam table.

“What happened?” Michael tried again, stepping closer.

You looked at him, and let out an embarrassed sigh. “I was chopping vegetables for dinner. Knife fell, tried to catch it. Clearly caught the wrong end.” Your lips pulled up momentarily, finding it so stupid.

He nodded. You got onto the exam table, minding your injured palm, and looked back at him. The air between you felt tense enough to cut with a knife, both of you resorting to awkward movements that had once been behind you.

Michael sat on the wheely stool, scooting closer to you, reaching for your palm again. “Let me see.”

You held your palm out to him and he held it delicately in his hands. He turned to pull the tray toward him, a few things scattered across it, but you kept her focus solely on him. You hoped any of his expressions might give something away to what he was thinking, but he was painfully neutral.

“You’ll need a few stitches and then I’ll get you outta here.” He said, not looking up from your palm, grabbing some blue latex gloves.

You frowned, not thrilled this was how your night was turning out. But whatever divine deity was out there had decided to hand him to you on a silver platter. You swallowed thickly, anxious mind running rampant on all the things you could say to him.

“Pin prick and some burning.”

You noted the needle and glanced to the other side of the room until it was done. Your heart was racing and you feared he might have heard it. The last thing you needed was for him to know the effect he had on you. The air was heavy with all the things unsaid and you had the urge to run again, but his hold on your hand never wavered.

“How have you been?” You finally got out, cheeks hot.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours before looking back down to his work. “I’ve been okay.”

It stung, it had no right to, but it hurt somewhere deep in your chest.

“Good, I’m glad.” You bit out, rougher than normal.

He paused for a long moment, needle hovering over your open palm before resuming the stitches, his movements calculated and precise. You looked away from his face and swallowed your feelings. They were bitter as they went down.

“I’m sorry about the other night.” Michael told you quietly, still not looking at you.

“I’m sorry for leaving. I should’ve stayed.” You whispered back to him, hoping maybe he’d catch the hint this time.

Michael’s eyes quickly snapped to yours, holding you steady in his gaze. You did your best to hold it, captured by how soft his brown eyes were — pulling you deeper. It could have been hours that you held like that, his hand on yours making a heat crawl up your spine.

“Dr. Robby—”

Both of your eyes snapped to the opened door, the bubble bursting. The man who had interrupted was leaning into the room, hands on either side of the doorway, one leg slightly bent and the toe of his shoe tapping against the tile. His brown hair was swept up in a nice style, blue eyes flickering between you and Robby.

You released a breath the same moment Michael opened his mouth to speak.

“What?”

The man blinked, “MVA inbound, three minutes out. Do you want me to finish this?”

Michael frowned, “No, I got it, Langdon. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The man—Langdon—studied you carefully for another moment before turning and walking back down the hall. You watched him go, your breath stuck in your throat. You inhaled shallowly, trying to keep your feelings at bay, but you picked up the scent of him. Sandalwood and vanilla, and the burn of antiseptic.

“Don’t let me keep you,” you said, looking away from him, “I’m sure anyone could finish up.”

“Let me take care of you.” Then he coughed awkwardly, “I’m almost done, anyways.”

You nodded, trying to savor the feel of him just a little longer and hating yourself for it.

Michael hummed, “I’d like to…talk tonight, if you’re available?”

You looked at him and blinked, “We can do that, yeah.”

A small smile cracked at the corners of his mouth. “Good, I can come to yours so you don’t have to travel with your hand. But you can still come to mine, if that makes you more comfortable.”

Your face burned at his consideration, “Oh, thank you. Yeah, I’ll text you my address.”

He finished, placing the needle back onto the tray table and removing his gloves, “I’ll have a nurse come in and go over wound care, but then you can be discharged. Take Tylenol as needed, but don’t exceed 1500 milligrams in a twelve hour period.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Michael.”

Michael stayed a few moments more before lingering in the doorway, looking like he wanted to say something. He only spared you a last glance before rushing back the way he had come, likely to assist with the MVA.

The nurse who had come in to go over a few details on your wound care was an older woman, with blonde hair tied up and a smile that made you feel at ease. She introduced herself as Dana.

You visibly relaxed after Michael had walked out, but your mind was still reeling from your interaction. Dana made a few notes in her chart, eyeing you occasionally from the corner of her eye in an expression you couldn’t quite read. It made you tense up, like your secrets were spilling all over the floor.

Dana sent you on your way shortly after Michael had left, with specific instructions and a timeframe to come back to get your stitches removed. You felt awkward, knowing you might have to come back. Add in the way Dana was looking at you like she could read all your secrets like they were written on your forehead, you were happy to head home.

You pulled out your phone and sent your address to Michael, anxiety churning in your gut.

—

Since getting back to your apartment, you had only snacked on a few things after cleaning up the mess you had left. You were grateful no blood had gotten on the kitchen rug. You attempted to tidy the best you could with one working hand, not knowing when he would arrive.

You pulled out the Visa card and stared at it for a while. You went to a kitchen drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut it in half, deciding you were done with it, no matter what Michael had to say tonight. You struggled with using your non-dominant hand, but it halved easily enough. Placing it back in your wallet to put into the shredder at work, you let out a long breath of air, putting it in your pocket.

Michael texted around 7 to ask if you wanted him to bring food.

Only if you haven’t eaten.

He showed up with Thai food, having remembered your order from their time previously. It warmed your heart, and your stomach was thankful for him, grumbling impatiently.

Michael looked around your apartment, taking it in. It was considerably smaller than his, with a rushed paint job and lackluster appeal. But hey, it was cheap.

You sat across from him at your dining table, the kiss lingering in your mind and making your hand ache more, even after taking two Tylenol. Your heart was pounding and your mouth felt dry, worried any comment would be a complete misstep.

Did he want you in the way you were thinking? Was this going to be his way of letting you down easy, over your favorite Thai food? Did he want to scold you for forgetting the agreement? Did he want to apologize for doing the same? Did he want to say fuck it and throw caution to the wind?

Your stomach churned uneasily, flickering your eyes to his face and back to your to-go container. The quiet was eating you alive.

Michael opened his mouth to speak, but each time thought better of it and closed it, attention going back to his food.

“How’s your hand?” He finally settled on.

Your eyes moved up to meet his, “It’s…fine. A nice doctor patched me up real good.”

A smile flickered on his lips, “Just nice?”

“He seemed to know what he was doing.” You said, eyes not wavering, a smile of your own hinting at the corners of your mouth, suddenly feeling bold. “He was handsome, too.”

You immediately noticed the blush blooming on his cheeks.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah?”

The smile grew on your face, “Yeah.”

His big brown eyes glanced away from you and back to his food, “Let me see your hand.”

You raised a careful eyebrow, but gave your hand to him, palm facing up. It was still well bandaged from when Dana had wrapped it up for you.

“Dana tell you everything—”

“She did. I wrote it all down.”

He nodded, placing your hand back on the table and letting go.

“So…you wanted to talk?” You ventured, hoping he would speak his mind first so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

“Well…the agreement. I think some wires got crossed—”

“You do?” Hurt bloomed.

Michael met your eyes, a long pause extending between you. He looked so unsure, eyebrows pinched together, lips pursed.

“I’d like to think this is more than just the agreement now.” You said softly, not looking at him.

“Oh, please, you wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t paying you.”

You recoiled like you had been slapped, getting to your feet, your eyes snapping to his, “You really think that?”

“You mean to tell me you would’ve seen me somewhere and come up to me? A man almost twenty years older and what? Flirted with me?” He stood from the table, his tone harsh.

“Would you have?” You rounded back at him, knowing he never would have even considered it.

“I don’t want to pretend this could ever be more than it is. It’s unfair to both of us.” He said, frowning, shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pockets.

“Pretend?” Your voice was shrill, a laugh escaping your throat. “We’re way past pretending.”

“Do you want me to still pay you, then? Still pay for your companionship? Maybe some nice clothes—”

“Fuck you.” You snarled, grabbing your wallet from your pocket. You threw the two pieces of the Visa card at him, watching as they landed beside his shoe.

They landed with the weight of a brick rather than a flimsy piece of plastic.

Michael looked dumbly down at it.

“If that’s what you really think of me, take the stupid fucking card and get out.”

Surprise bloomed across his face, and something strikingly similar to regret, or insecurity, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t care. It took all your strength not to shove him out the door.

You had been so stupid thinking tonight might have gone differently, like your stupid, far-fetched fantasy might’ve come true. Your heart began to ache, taking away all the pain in your hand.

Michael leaned down quietly and picked up the pieces of the Visa card, eyes glossed over and unreadable. You watched him silently, breathing heavily and trying to calm your racing heart. Trying not to scream. Trying not to cry in front of him, but it burned your eyes.

He walked past you without a word and stepped out of your apartment, closing the door behind him — he didn’t slam it, but it rattled through your apartment like he had.

You crashed to the ground and sobbed.

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I’m so sorry😭

but hey, the worst is over (mostly)

[hemi-demi]

Happy Valentine's Day to all the spooky queers out there ❤️

My friend sent me this kiss challenge template, so I decided to spread out the love a bit and add some other ships into the mix.

Lineart only beneath the cut

[blairwaldcrf]

can we all take a moment to appreciate the fact Langdon thought he was Robby's best friend after we've seen Robby with Abbott? truly delusional. we should have known he was high right then 😂

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory making sure Michael is a true FNAF fan

[kyurochurro]

🌙💤🐵 monkees in a pile! (or, the reason why Mike gets such little sleep these days..)