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and the kids cried out
“please stop, you’re scaring me”
i can’t help this awful energy
goddamn right -- you should be scared of me
who is in control?
a nightingwin edit for @drelliotbaldwin:
the serial killer and the lover that happens to walk in on them mid-slice. [based on this AU.]
@drelliotbaldwin requested:
Nightingwin FTW
*hands Sam a bouquet of roses* "Happy Valentine's Day, Sam! I'm so sorry I haven't been around much lately... Maybe we can make up for that tonight?"
A smile lit up Sam's face and he pressed the roses to his nose, inhaling their sweet floral scent. "You didn't have to do this, Elliot," he replied, pulling them away and stepping forward so the two of them were close enough to kiss. Sam's finger trailed down Elliot's chest, a coy look in his eye. "Are we thinking a hot date out or a hot date in?"
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“Elliot, you and I both know I can’t resist you,” Sam sighed, looking to the man he simply couldn’t let go. “There’s no need to rub it in.”
the patient - closed
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There was something about mornings that Matt loved. They felt like a rebirth - a chance to do things right. A fresh start, even if he wasn’t one of those people that rose early and in a good mood.
However, since moving north and finding himself a house outside of the city limits of Baltimore, he was working on it. It was much easier when all he had to contend with was the chirping of birds flittering through the sky as the sun stretched its fingers through the trees that lined his back yard. He would sit with his coffee, reflecting on the fact that he hadn’t felt this serene since the accident, and sometimes he would walk.
This such morning, he decided to walk. He left his coffee behind, pulled on a long-sleeve shirt to ward off the morning chill, and set off along the path that led into the small timber surrounding his property, breathing in the fresh air and the smell of dew clinging to the leaves of the trees. Matt walked, urging himself to wake up, and enjoying the process. Years of work in the ICU had left his nerves almost permanently fried, but when he got a chance, feeling himself loosen up was like heaven.
He didn’t get a chance to enjoy it for long, his ears picking up on a sound that really shouldn’t have been there. Something he knew unmistakably.
A low moaning signaling someone was in pain came from his right.
He veered from the path, creeping along carefully until he came upon a figure huddled in the underbrush, curled up on its side. A closer look told Matt two things: that it was a man, and that he was covered in blood. Whether or not it was his own was the real question, and if it was, indeed, his own, Matt was going to have to act fast.
“Hey,” he called out gently, drawing closer with a light step. “Are you all right?”
"There has to be something I can do to turn that frown upside down." (Teen!Elliot)
“Not sure if I’ve got a good answer for you, Elliot,” Matt replied blandly, ruffling through his paperwork. “Aside from getting me a bottle of vodka.”
send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this.
drelliotbaldwin
how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : ‘I hope this kid makes it. He’s too bright not to.’ a strange thought my muse has about yours : ‘Taking him up on one of his offers might not be that bad...’ a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : I’m not gonna lie, I’m definitely feeling teacher!Matt and student!Elliot still. It’s been ages since we talked about it but I’m still into it. :3
Elliot laid curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat, his phone by his head. He silently thanked whoever came up with speed dial, and pressed Sam's name in the short list of "Favorites" on his phone. When Sam finally picked up, Elliot's voice came out weak, breathy, and tired. "Sam...? I think... I ate something bad... When are you coming home?" he asked, wincing in pain.
“Ah, shit,” Sam cursed, shifting the bags out of one of his hands in order to dig in his pocket for his phone. Seeing it was Elliot, he picked up, cheerful, though his tone shifted immediately once he heard how terrible his fiancé sounded.
“I’m on my way home right now. Where are you? Are you okay?”
