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Aniah Robins, emergency physician for San Antonio Memorial. ((independent oc, mainly the night shift but has other verses, click "about" to learn more about the character or click "verses" to see the various verses available))

[aniahrobins]

aniahrobins ➳ beglitteredpirate

yes friends!  I have finally moved to a multi-muse blog.  You can find Aniah and other muses of mine at beglitteredpirate.  I know I owe a few of you replies, so I'll be reblogging them and posting them from there.  If you want to drop our threads, however, I won't be upset.  If you don't like multi-muse blogs but still want to write with me, I do play one canon character now (finally got up the courage to do it)!  So if you watch Black Sails and enjoy Charles Vane, you can find me at damnbutcher.  

This blog will stay up due to the various icons I've posted that link back here but other than that, you guys will find me over there!

[aniahrobins]

Just so you know, my loves, I will eventually be moving and consolidating Aniah onto a multi-muse blog I am working on with a whole gaggle of OC's I've had over the years and am just now converting over to tumblr at the inspiration of my best friend <33  I'll be keeping this blog up due to the icons that I've posted here (the read mores all direct to this blog) but if you want to continue threads with Aniah, they'll be done off there.

It won't be for a few days to a week, I'm still working on some things there, but I'll let you know when she's been moved over!  If you want to drop our threads or recontinue them from there, all of that is fine by me.  (:

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"I have plenty of time for that…and even if I didn’t repent just in time, I would be such pleasant company to the devil." He said, a smile extending on his lips once more. He was too confident and bold, but I suppose that’s just who he was in life. 

"I wouldn’t turn to a preacher even if it was a life or death situation. That’s how they get you, they help you but then they start preaching about how their views are the only right ones." He started to make hand motions as he talked, a habit he has formed over the years of traveling with the carnival.

[aniahrobins]

His initial response made her laugh, so witty and right, she decided he had just the right sense of humor for an amusing conversation such as the one they were having now.

She nodded as if accepting sage advice the more he spoke, watching as his hands waved about to further emphasize his words.  Aniah couldn't help it, however, in spite of attempting to appear serious there was still a lingering grin on her lips.  

"Ahh," she said, squinting his way, "I'll keep that in mind the next time they try to preach to me."

Aniah watched him for a moment, her grin slowly sliding up her mouth.  "What's your name?  I'd like to know it so I don't just think fondly back on you as 'that sinner I talked to at the carnival'."

[madexfthis]

                     "Oh… no. No, I didn’t think you were. You’re important. Needed, it’s fine." Damian stared at her, then the floor, then back at her again with a small smile. "Did you… did you want me to give you a ride?" he asked and threw a thumb over his shoulder, which probably looked way more stupid than it felt. "I just gotta grab my keys upstairs and I could drop you off." Idiot. Ask her to stay. But he was too much of a coward, and he’d already - they’d already - done enough for one night. He licked his lips and insisted.

                     "Yeah just hang on, one sec. Let me run up and grab them." Damian turned before she could say anything else. Up the spiral staircase, he grabbed his keys, not daring to look himself in the mirror while doing it, and hurried back down. He reached for his jacket, threw it over his thick shoulders, and led her out the door where his car waited. It wouldn’t take long.

                     The ride would be easy. Quiet, and for the lingering moment they parked outside the hospital, Damian stared at her, regretful that this was how the night was ending. Before she could leave, he did the thing he didn’t think he’d have the nerve to do - even after having sex with her in the fiction section that night - and held her face close for a kiss to her lips. “I’ll uh… see you soon then?”

[aniahrobins]

Her big, baggy red sweater-pancho was tugged on last, engulfing the way that dress of hers clung to her body and hid the fact that she was without a bra.  "I don't want to put you out any -" she tried to argue but, when he insisted, she smiled and ultimately, accepted.  "Thank you."

They passed city lights, headed down the freeway, and eventually he was parked in the lot of the memorial hospital, it looming at their front as though it mocked Aniah for taking her away from him.  Which was strange, she should have been thankful for the actual, legitimate excuse to leave his company that night after what they'd done.  She shouldn't have wanted to linger with him, but some small part of her had.  She'd been disappointed when work had called, and she was disappointed now.

Her head turned, and she looked at him.  Handsome, sincere.  She swallowed as her stomach twisted into a tightly bound knot.  Then he was leaning in, his hands gentle on her face, and their lips met for a kiss that caused her heart to seize just slightly.  "Yeah," she promised in a soft voice, her eyes lifting from his mouth to his eyes.  "Let me know when."

He had her number.  As badly as she wanted to linger, to make up some excuse, even to call and pretend that she couldn't make it after all, Aniah knew she couldn't.  She smiled, a little sadly, and leaned in for one, smaller, softer kiss before she leaned back and her fingers gripped around the door handle, opening it so she could step outside and walk off, only a small wave left toward him before the hospital awaited her.

[madexfthis]

                     "Oh," he said like a sigh. Damian nodded and rested his hands on his hips. "That’s good…" It was hard not to feel like an idiot, but he was at a loss. Should he pull her into his arms for a hug? Was that weird? A kiss? Or was that moment gone? If only that old cat lady hadn’t come in and thrown him off.

                     He would’ve known what to do. They would’ve popped in another movie, maybe. Could’ve talked more about the book… got some coffee… “Hey did you um…” he started, but her phone rang, cutting him off. 

[aniahrobins]

Quickly, she tugged her phone from her pocket, briefly frowning at the screen and the contact number that popped up.  "Not now," she barely managed to whisper in thinly veiled frustration before her eyes darted up to where Damian was standing.  "Excuse me, just one second, it's work."  If it was anyone else, she could have clicked it to ignore and she hoped it was just someone needed a quick word, not...

"Aniah, we need you to come in - Topher has to be off with his girls and we're looking like we're going to be overwhelmed tonight."

She sighed.

"Can you make it in?"

Her eyes flicked up to Damian and she shook her head, rubbing at her forehead and moving toward her things to gather them up.  "Yeah, just give me a little bit, I need to call a taxi to take me over there."  She'd change into her scrubs once she got there, she didn't have time to have a taxi take her all the way home and then back to the hospital.  It would be quicker this way.  Hanging up the phone, her discarded panties and bra shoved into her bag, she began tugging on her leggings.  "I have to go into work, they're short staffed."  She turned to look at him, "I swear this isn't me running out this time."  Even though, in spite of the circumstances, it certainly seemed that way.

[zamomattell-deactivated20210423]

i sort of found someone in myself that was more than i expected

[madexfthis]

                     Damian didn’t breathe the rare curse word “fuck" from his lips until Aniah was behind the closed bathroom door. Did she take birth control? Was that even right to ask? Did it matter? Damian cursed himself, knowing he damn well should’ve just remembered. It’d been so long since…  so suddenly there for the taking. He’d needed the release so bad… and now he was regretting his completely idiotic lack of thought too late. Damian paced quickly to where his shirt lay abandoned on the floor and shoved it over his head, messing the dark blond hair. He was just running a hand through it when Aniah was there again, quiet.

                     "Everything…" he said, swallowed, and continued, "okay?” Damian wouldn’t be a coward. He looked her right in the eyes even if he wanted to hide his head in a book while feeling like such a fool.

[aniahrobins]

"Yeah - I mean, maybe - I mean, I don't know."  She frowned, shaking her head as she contradicted her last statement each time she spoke.  Lifting her hand she pressed her fingers over her forehead, eyes closing before she took a large breath in and slowly let it out.  "I'm, um," her brow pinched, "I'm on birth control so, hopefully..."

She dropped her hand and lifted her chin, eyelids opening so that her green eyes could find his face and see that he was every bit as nervous for the outcome as she was.  In spite of that, she wanted to do to him what she'd done the past two times they'd been near one another - she wanted to make some excuse, gather her things, and flee before things could grow any more between them.  The pull she had felt toward him, that intense attraction that had drug her in, was unlike anything she'd felt for someone or allowed herself to feel for someone since...

She cleared her throat and mentally forced the thoughts away.  She wasn't going to run out on him, not now.

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[aniahrobins]

 ❝They've been showing Frosty the Snowman     in the waiting room over and over for the                                              past couple hours.❞

 ❝I was suturing my last patient and started                                          humming the song.❞

[iraxible-blog]

            ❝ ‘s wha’ i said. she’s done for, ‘m tellin’ ya. ❞

      he shakes his head, frustrated that he has to       repeat himself. if this weren’t his job, and if       bobby wasn’t expecting him to turn over a new       leaf or some shit like that, he wouldn’t bother       hiding his frustrations. as it is, he just sighs.       clenches his jaw a little as he looks at the       woman.

[aniahrobins]

          ❝Great.  Just great.❞

     He was frustrated, she was frustrated.      Another heavy sigh and she muttered      under her breath,

          ❝Great idea, Aniah.  Let's get over             our fear of driving by going on             a road trip instead of being a normal             person and buying a plane ticket.❞

     Then, realizing she was talking to herself,      she shook her head and glanced back his way.

          ❝Sorry, I'm sorry.  I'm just frustrated.  Do              you know a number for a taxi or... a rental              service?❞

    Ah, but that still left the junk that brought her to     this shop in the first place.  And yes, the reason     it was dead beyond repair was her fault, but like     she said, she absolutely hated cars and she didn't     exactly pay attention to how to take care of them.

          ❝Do you... buy scrap metal?❞

[lettucedoathing-deactivated2024]

PARKS AND REC SENTENCE STARTERS

"I will defeat you right into my pants."

"Why you gotta bring the Quackson Five into this?"

"What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me."

"He’s like the gayest person I’ve ever met, but I make out with him when I’m drunk sometimes."

"A little birdie told me that you have one unpaid parking ticket."

"A little birdie told me that your adoptive mother was arrested for marijuana possession."

"I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!"

"On a scale of one to Chris Brown, how pissed off are you?"

"This would not happen if I had a penis!"

"I thought there was gonna be chocolate."

"I’m just, like, going through a thing right now."

"I guess when my life is incomplete I wanna shoot someone."

"I am a guy and I like fire, and playing hockey and eating meat."

"I want to punch you in the face so bad right now."

"Really? ‘Cause an hour ago you told me you’d rather watch a sex tape of your grandparents."

"Just bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, now all the ladies sayin’, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce."

"I want to make out with you and chew your eyebrows off."

"It’s like yoga except I get to kill something."

"Are you eating turkey chili off of a Frisbee?"

"The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!"

"That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant."

"Your quiet support means the world to me, as does your tacit endorsement of all my behaviors."

"I am one hundred perccent certain that I am zero percent sure of what I’m going to do."

"It’s roughly the size of a two year old child, if the child were liquified."

"Guurrl, you look like Annie Oakley and Pippi Longstocking had a baby and I LOVE it."

"It’s cold outside and I can’t wear mittens because they’re not flattering to my hands!"

"Damn it, you’re transferring your crying thing over to me."

"I just opened a can of whoop ass on myself!"

"You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly."

"There’s only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk, which is water that’s lying about being milk."

"My spirit blood is on your hands."

"You’re like a giant puppy with no shame."

"History began on July 4, 1776. Everything that happened before that was a mistake."

"Are you kidding? This is London. There’s a pub over there, there’s a pub over there, and there’s a pub between those two butcher shops."

"I thought you needed some air, even if that air is fouled by the stench of European socialism."

"You’re a man genius… with a taut, narrow frame like a sexy elf king."

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            ❝ —-’s no’ my fuckin’ fault i can’t                 fix it fer ya, damn it. if y’ wanna                 blame someone, blame yerself                 fer muckin’ ‘er up so bad, aye? ❞

[aniahrobins]

❝I hate cars.❞

     A hand impatiently raked      through her hair, shaking      it as she blew out a hot      sigh of air.

❝So you're saying there's absolutely nothing you can do?  At all?❞

[madexfthis]

                     A few passerby - a pair of women - gasped loudly and scowled at him, and Damian realized just what a scene he’d made. Blood rushed from his cock to his cheeks. “SORRY, LADIES! MIS-… MISUNDERSTANDING!” He failed a charming, harmless smile.  They turned their heads and rushed off. “Oh Jesus…”

                     At that moment Aniah was there, and he couldn’t be more grateful for her quick thinking. He grabbed the clothes she pushed against his chest and turned to duck quickly back into the store. “Lock the door, will you, please? And the curtain… ” As he pulled the pillow away, he groaned. It had been a nice pillow.

                     He stuffed his legs into the holes of his underwear and pants, meanwhile looking at her thighs where he  - oh god - was dripping out of her. “Uhh, you got a little…” He gestured with his fingers toward her thighs. “Got a little something there….” Then it hit him. HE was in HER. Damian’s eyes snapped wide just as the button of his slacks slipped into the hole. Did she realize? He tried to gauge her, sobered after Miss Reynolds’ party-crashing moment.

[aniahrobins]

Her dress was inside out, and tugged down a little too far at the corner, exposing more of her shoulder than it else wise would be.  Self-consciously she shot a look around them as she tugged it up her shoulder and trailed after him, back into the shop.  At his direction she turned to shut the curtain over the windows and turn the latch to lock the door.  Her mind was still reeling, still remembering that moment of blissful peace that was shattered by the scream of a poor old woman who'd gotten more than an eyeful of Aniah and Damian.

"Uhh, you got a little... Got a little something there..."

Aniah turned, brows lifted.  "What?"  She asked, her expression pinching into a frown as she bend her chin in to her chest to peer at her thighs.  Reaching down, she saw it, that stickiness trickling down her inner leg, and she reached to brush at it with slight confusion before it hit her.  It hit her hard.

Her eyes popped wide open, her mouth falling apart in a soft little, 'o'.  She flicked her gaze to Damian's face.  "I need..." she paused, "I uhm," her lungs were tight.  "Restroom."  And when he pointed her in the right direction, Aniah took off for it.

Inside, she ran the faucet, she took toilet paper and cleaned him from her legs, she looked in the mirror and thought about the stupid thing she'd done - they'd done.  For a moment, she panicked.  She thought about it, about getting pregnant, about having a child... a child with a man she hardly knew.  The panic only lasted for a moment, enough for her to take a few deep, shallow breaths, and remind herself that she didn't have to jump to conclusions.  She was on birth control, and while that might not always be 100% effective, it was still a chance she'd be okay.

She raked a hand through her hair, stripped her dress and put it back on right-side out, took a deep breath, and stepped out quietly from the restroom.  Quietly, she returned to where Damian was, but found her tongue swollen thick in her throat.

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                      It reminded him of way back when they had to get around on horse. It was much slower and time consuming. He enjoyed modern life much more than life before in the aspect.  “If you stick around you’ve have your own personally taxi driver.” He shared. He would drive her around if she needed and if they became good friends. Not all the time, or course. “I drive a blue 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible.” He smiled. He took such pride in his car and loved it like it was just the baby of his life and it was. He owned other cars, but they never saw the time of day. They were mostly old and needed much work. Work that Damon didn’t feel like doing alone. It was surly a task for both brother and a type of bonding they use to do. “Maybe one day I’ll take you for a spin.” He meant that in more than one way as he winked at her. Damon was surly in the flirty mood and clearly so was the other. Blue eyes heated with lust for the other in the moment. Damon didn’t turn down any option for sex. Not unless he had a good reason too. “Whatever it is, it will be in good hands. I’ll take my time an make sure it is done right.”

[aniahrobins]

"Stick around, huh?"  She eyed him curiously.  "Didn't peg you for the sort that likes a girl to stick around."  Not that she thought any less of him for it, but men with the suave attitude that seemed to cling to a man like Damon Salvatore as if it were a second skin normally didn't expect a familiar face to be around.  Maybe she'd read him wrong and been too quick to judge.

"A classic," she said, appreciation on her voice.  "It takes a guy who really loves his car to keep a classic running."  She'd had a friend like that, back in California.  He was all into classic cars, ran a shop refurbishing them and often went on tirades about people not caring for their cars enough anymore.

Her grin twisted on the edges at his implications.  A girl had to like a man who promised to make sure everything was done right.  "Well," she said, her smile growing as she leaned a bit closer to him, eyes chasing up to his handsome face, "actions speak louder than words, Mr. Salvatore."

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