Muppet Oneshots + Drabbles

Dr. Teeth x Reader Part 2 (Req)

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Requested by @BadBatcherCT-990457  

Days after the endeavor at the festival, (Y/N) and Dr. Teeth began to see each other in the office a lot more. More so from Dr. Teeth coming into the space more often than usual. Sure, he doesn't like the setting and finds it lacking in the groovy department, but because (Y/N) works as [Job name], he makes an exception. (Y/N) on the other hand...

"Oh my f-"

"Language, (Y/N)!"

"Sorry Sam. Oh my God, I actually met Dr. Teeth!" (Y/N) was, more or less, still shocked about their encounter, having a song dedicated to them, and hanging out with them post-show. Their weekend was definitely memorable. Now, they're seeing him around the office! Like, what the heck?!

"Hey, (Y/N)~ How's it going?" Speak of the devil. Turning around, they find the Pianist himself in his normal clothes and his flamboyant hat on his head. An infectious smile lay on his lips as he approached (Y/N). He looked as if he just came back from one of Scooter's sound checks.

"Top of the morning to you, Dr. Teeth!" they say, internally cringing at themself. If that wasn't their worst "act cool around your crush" sentence, then who knows how bad it could get. Dr. Teeth just chuckles lightly.

"Have you acquired any Irish DNA from your ancestors? That was a very splendiferous 'good morning' you said," he asks. (Y/N) thinks for a second before replying with a ["Not really"/"Yeah, some"].

"What about you? Are you Irish or anything?" He looks away with deep thoughts filling his mind. Obviously, that question hadn't come up before and the keyboardist was thrown in a loop.

"Uh, I never really asked my family that before I ran from home at 14. I do know we ain't from Irish descent," he replies, surprising (Y/N). Mostly surprised at the good doctor running away from home. Dr. Teeth was... well, no one really knows his age, but hearing him leaving home so young was a bit concerning. He must've seen their concerned face because he puts on a quick smile and softly pats their shoulder.

"Nothin' to worry about, (Y/N). I did just fine on my own".

"Why did you leave?"

"I'd rather not get into it for time sake". (Y/N) nods, knowing that probing wouldn't be very appropriate. They head back to (Y/N)'s workspace to continue their job with Dr. Teeth more or less distracting them from their work. When they say that the doctor can flirt, they really mean it. Focusing on their job proved more difficult as Dr. Teeth saw the opportunity to make it a game. Least surprising was that he was winning by a long shot and little to no work was completed by the time the show was to air that night.

"Well, KitKat, I gotta get ready to be onstage. See ya later~" he purrs before leaving a very flustered (Y/N) fiddling with their pencil. They went to the side of the stage near the sound booth and watched the show progress into the night. It looks as if Ingrid Michaelson was guest starring that night, standing on the sidelines, and the pig seemed a bit more down than usual. Looking at the band's corner, Animal was drumming crazily on the drums with Floyd and Lips attempting to calm him down.

"(Y/N)!" Kermit whispers, finally getting their attention. Pache was looming just behind him, scrolling through something on his phone.

"Uh, what?"

"Could you go make sure that the writing team is in their places?" A desperate expression was plastered on the frog's face, causing (Y/N) to nod and run backstage to the Rat, Prawn, and Whatever. Thankfully, they were there and (Y/N) scrambles back to the sound booth before Pepe attempts any stupid pick-up lines on their poor soul. Miss Piggy had already masked her sadness and begun the show quickly. They look over at the band corner again, watching Zoot and Lips have small talk, Floyd lightly pulling on Animal's chain, and Dr. Teeth writing something down in a notepad.

"Wow, Piggy looks really cheerful".

"I know! Maybe I'll finally get to do my Boomerang fish act again" (Y/N) shakes their head at Lew's whispered commentary. Intermission approaches per usual and the [color] haired Muppet runs to the band.

"Great job, guys," they whisper, making them smile. Dr. Teeth swiftly throws a paper airplane at them before they play their intermission music. (Y/N) catches the paper and walks to the side to read it. His writing was a bit messy, probably from writing it down so quickly.

"Hang out at Rowlf's with me? Just you and I. My treat, honest. ~Dr. T". They smile and slightly nod at the keyboardist as they walk back to the sound booth once more. Songs are sung, goodbyes are said, and cameras are shut off by the end of the show. Most Muppets begin to head to the Tavern across the way with (Y/N) staying behind to wait for the good doctor.

"Ya didn't have to wait for your psychedelic partner at this time of night, (Y/N)," a certain voice purred from behind them. Long arms wrap themselves behind the Muppet and an orange beard tickles their cheek lovingly. It's clear that Dr. Teeth's love language is majorly touching with some verbal affection as well. That. or he's just teasing them.

"Hehe! Hi, Dr. Teeth. Ready to go?"

"Always and forever, Scat Bat".

"Why do you always use nicknames with me?"

"I find it to be adorable considering your reactions, (Y/N)". He lets out a chuckle as they make their way to the Tavern for a night of fun.