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Raul Emanuel Vargas. 36. Combat Vet. ER Doctor.

[raulxvargas]

albaxsutton‌:

To say that Alba was having a rough day was, perhaps, an understatement. Everything had started out fine. She had went to the carnival with Theresa, Mari and Ali, putting she and her mother’s drama on the back burner for a few hours. It had worked for awhile. She ate caramel apples, laughed loudly and spent time with the two people she cared about most. But as her day with her best friends ended, she found those emotions closing in again without her consent. Instead of calling the two again to come and keep her company, she decided against it and texted a person she didn’t particularly care for one way or another. A secretary from work, Cathy, who talked too much but was a lot of fun.

The night passed in a blur after the first round of shots at the closest bar. Then the next thing she knew, she was being rushed to the hospital by a frantic Cathy with a long, deep gash on her hand and a cut on her brow.

She sat on the hospital bed, still in part of her Selena costume, cradling her hand with a towel she had stolen from the bar. With her hair mussed around her face, she was sure she looked a mess. Cathy was there, talking a mile a minute, but she quickly shut up the moment the doctor entered the room. “Thank fuck-” she muttered just before her eyes lifted and she found herself staring at none other than Raul Vargas. ‘I hate my life.’ “She fell off a bar we were dancing on and landed in some glass.” Cathy explained, to her utter horror. She groaned and covered her eyes with her good hand. “Well, I mean, she didn’t fall. Some asshole pulled her off and he fell. I think it was the guy she brutally rejected, so that’s probably why he did it. Oh, and he sort of landed on her and she cracked her head on-” “Cathy, do me a favor,” Alba cut in, her cheeks flushed and her blood boiling because only something like this could happen to her. “Go up front and get me a water?” Cathy smiled and nodded and headed out the door, but not before looking back and mouthing, “he’s hot”. She sighed silently and glanced up at Raul, fidgeting slightly. “… Hi?”

As Raul listened to the recounting of the night’s events, he oscillated between amusement and concern. Amusement because it was Halloween and of course, he would walk into a room to find Alba sitting them nursing a wound; the universe just worked like that sometimes. Concern because she’d mentioned a head injury and there was no telling how serious it was until he’d had the opportunity to run some tests. Not to mention the cuts. 

“Good evening, Ms. Sutton, I’m Dr. Vargas and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” Raul extended a hand in greeting, his lips twitching in slight amusement. Still, he was a professional and this was his place of employment. “Just looking at your charts, I’ll have to order a scan.” There was no telling with head injuries. He wouldn’t be able to ethically rule out bleeds or swelling until he’d had the imaging done. “Unfortunately the night tech isn’t quite as fast as the day guy.” Though what he lacked in speed, he certainly made up for in efficiency and bedside manner. “Please follow the light,” he gently commanded as he shone the small light he’d pulled from his coat pocket in her face, paying attention to the way her pupils dilated before moving the line of the light to the left, right, up, and down. “I’ll have someone come in to look at your cuts. If you’re lucky, you won’t need stitches though I can’t make any promises. Do you have any questions for me?”

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[raulxvargas]

@albaxsutton

Halloween was always a busy night in the ER. Not as busy as some other holidays, of course – the 4th of July, for instance. Raul dreaded working on the 4th of July. There was always the risk that he’d have to treat some idiot who’d played with fireworks and ended up with a third-degree burn and now required a skin graft, or something equally as dramatic. Halloween was different. Usually, the ER was filled with children who’d eaten too much candy. Occasionally, he’d encounter the child who’d run into the street and ended up hit by a car, but those were fewer and further between now considering that so many children went trick or treating earlier in the afternoon while it was still light out.

Despite the rush, he could honestly say that he preferred to be working. It saved him from having to make up excuses as to why he couldn’t attend friends’ Halloween parties or why he hadn’t bought nearly enough candy for the children who would inevitably come trick or treating. He could never use it as an excuse to get out of his mother’s Dia de los Muertos observation, though. He’d tried one year and had ended up spending an hour on the phone listening to her rant about honor and family, so now he simply knew better.

As he entered the room where his third patient of the night was – he’d already seen two children who’d accidentally discovered peanut allergies while eating candies – he lifted the patient’s chart from the door, a smile plastered on his face. “So, what are we in for,” he asked, attention firmly on the patient’s charts.

[memes4u]

☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆          Love and Romance

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with? 

❤️ = Does your muse focus on one person, or do they like to go and date as many people as possible?

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in? 

💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both? 

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date? 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? 

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date? 

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? 

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

💍 = Big or small wedding? 

💅🏻 = Does your muse always try to look their best around their partner, or are they comfortable wearing anything around them?

[raulxvargas]

msmarianavargas‌:

Mariana smiles leaning up to kiss his cheek softly before making her way into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but chuckle shaking her head at his comment. “I can assure you that’s not going to happen. I mean no hot date could make me forget my beloved brother.” Pulling a few containers out of her bag she uncovered the fried up tacos as well as lettuce, sour cream and cheese. “So how has your week been? Not too rough at work I hope?” 

Raul chuckled and rolled his eyes at his sister’s declarations. “I wouldn’t be offended if you ever canceled on me for a date. Okay, I would be but that’s nothing that food can’t solve.” As she unpacked her bags, Raul removed plates and glasses from his cupboard, setting them on the granite countertop of the kitchen’s island. “Busy, as usual. I’m sure your week was more exciting. How are the hipsters?” 

[raulxvargas]

rominawade‌:

“I thought it might have been me,” she said, her voice low and soft. She cleared her throat gently, hoping she could at least speak a little louder. “I loved you too.” She wanted to make the sentence fit the present tense, but she assumed that he knew that she meant it that way. “I would have waited. It didn’t matter what or who you came back as.”

This entire conversation was frustrating. He’d loved her, but had felt compelled to serve. Ultimately, leaving Mari and Si behind had been more difficult for him than leaving Romina. They had no choice when it came to having to deal with the person who returned home, but Mina did, and he’d preemptively saved her the heartbreak. “I know,” he finally admitted, quickly. “But I could never have asked you to.” 

[albaxsutton]

Late Nights || Raul & Alba

[raulxvargas]

albaxsutton‌:

Her words hung in the air like the annoying “hum” of a fluorescent light. Dull and strangely comforting. They were out there, for the first time in a long time. She didn’t like talking about her mother, for obvious reasons, but not being the only person other than her who knew about some of the shit that she went through was nice. It was almost like she was transferring some weight from herself and offering it to another person. Sort of the literal feeling of “baggage”. But in place of that new found sense of relief, there was a minor bout of anxiety that made her feel like that little girl again, alone and scared. She curled her body closer to Raul’s, letting her eyes flutter shut.

She shook her head and lightly patted his chest with her hand. “No, you don’t have to do that. This… is good.” She said, a yawn escaping her. The warmth of his body coupled with the soothing sound of his heartbeat was slowly, but surely lulling her to sleep. She felt her body grow heavier the longer it lay draped over his and his fingers curled in her hair. “Yeah… we did. You’ve probably never eaten at an authentic bodega in your life.” It was a joke, of course, and it drew a small smile to her lips. And then the conversation got deeper again and it settled into a small frown. Her eyes stared straight ahead as her fingers settled on running her fingers lightly, in small circles, across Raul’s skin. “I don’t need anyone to protect me, Raul.” She said, her voice small, but firm. She sat up then and turned to look him in the eye, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes a tad confused at that insinuation. “And I would have liked him just fine.”

Raul should’ve known better than to speak. They’d been lulled into a peaceful sort of calm, but of course he’d gone and said something that had gotten under her skin. A sigh escaped his lips as she stood. The look on her face told him that he was in for an argument. “You could believe that if you’d like,” he retorted unable to hold back the comment. He’d been different, nicer; he’d smiled more and been easier going. Sometimes, it was even difficult for him to reconcile the man he was now with the man he was then.

“How about we just shelf that discussion for another day?” She has an independent streak a mile long — something he’d recently accused Mariana of also possessing — so of course she would never accept his declaration. Just like his sister. He could understand why they were friends. Even as he thought it, Raul shifted his position so that he was sprawled out on the couch. He’d specifically chosen this one because he could lay comfortably on it on those nights when he was sure he wouldn’t sleep. Yet, it was comfortable enough that he wouldn’t get up in the morning with a crick in his neck. “It’s late and I won’t be blamed if you’re cranky in the morning, so let’s call it a night. I promise to let you argue with me tomorrow.” 

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what’s your muse’s favorite album of all time / favorite artist?

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc?

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other?

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed?

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing?

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?

what are their phobias? do they have any at all?

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically?

is there something about their personality they want to change?

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever?

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar?

are they too hard on themselves over the little things?

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?

would they rather be alone or in a relationship?

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it?

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them?

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them?

do they have a big family or a small family? no family?

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not?

do they like living alone or with another person / other people?

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it?

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one?

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither?

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it?

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?

[raulxvargas]

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[raulxvargas]

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@albaxsutton​

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[raulxvargas]

rominawade‌:

“I want to know what was wrong with me that made me so easy to leave,” she blurted. She hadn’t planned to say it so soon, but it had been bubbling up within her for quite a while. “I’m not asking you to be that man anymore. That’s not what this has ever been about.” Any version of you is good enough for me, she thought, but she managed to bite that one down. 

“Easy to leave,” Raul repeated incredulously. He couldn’t believe his ears. “I loved you. You knew that.” He had loved her enough to want to marry her, had even gone as far as purchasing an engagement ring.  “Leaving had nothing to do with you.”

[darkwinterwinds]

“I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via thequotejournals)

[spencerbayer]

Brody had been staring at the fiasco in front of him for about five minutes now, but still, it didn’t dawn on him how someone could embarrass themselves so much – in public, too. “Please, tell me I’m hallucinating – that is not a Bee Movie fan club, right?” His tone was hopeful, and even though he’d been running on little sleep, he was pretty sure all of it was real, unfortunately. “It’s got to be Halloween costumes, right?” His tone was hopeful – then again, this was New York, nothing was too crazy.

[raulxvargas]

Raul still couldn’t tell what he was looking at. He’d been staring at for all of ten minutes, but he had more questions now than answers. “Your guess is as good as mine,” he replied. He’d thought he’d seen everything there was to see, but once again, New York City had surprised him. “Though after seeing grown men dressed as unicorns, nothing surprises me.” 

[raulxvargas]

Text ✉ Raul

Mari: I know Raul, I have very proud of you and your accomplishments. I'm always telling people about my awesome veteran and doctor brother

Mari: I feel like if I say yes to that you will say bring food.

Mari: There's nothing wrong with wanting to earn it on my own. Besides the fact that I have find a place and if I leave to open my own place I'll be completing with my boss and the people I've trained.

Raul: I would never ask you to bring food into confinement, though I would never say no if you offered.

Raul: There is also nothing wrong with making use of resources, especially when they're being offered to you. Competition is healthy and you're capable enough to be able to do this on your own.

[msmarianavargasarchive]

Mariana ran a hand through her hair as she made her way down the hall to her brother’s apartment. It was one of his days off and she of course had promised him a home-cooked meal. It seemed to be a pattern for them ever since he returned stateside. She would take up atleast one of his nights off to make him a home-cooked meal and share a little sibling time. This time however she needed to talk to him and she hoped a little conversation over her Tacos Dorados. Knocking on the door she smiled as he answered. “Hey big brother, I hope you are hungry”

@raulxvargas

[raulxvargas]

Days off were a strange occurrence for Raul. Infrequent as they were, he spent the majority of the day with breath bated waiting to be called in. Not that he ever minded. Being at home alone left him with too much time on his hands... Time that he didn’t know what to do with. Which was why he was always grateful when his siblings came to visit. Visits from Mariana, of course, were more commonplace than those with Silas, but he couldn’t complain. Any time spent with either of them was valued. “When am I not,” he countered, grinning as she entered his place. “I was beginning to think you’d scheduled some hot date and forgotten all about me.”

[raulxvargas]

rominawade‌:

“Can’t or just won’t?” she asked, a tinge of knowing sadness in her voice. She looked at him intently as he told her she was too nice. “I know. I often hear you in the back of my head telling me I am too nice,” she replied. “You can be nice too though. I’ve seen it. You’re a good person. You just tell yourself otherwise.” She nodded. She could concede to not arguing in the hallway.

Raul waited until he’d ushered her in and locked the door before speaking again. “Can’t,” he answered decisively. “I can’t give you the closure you need because I’m not that man anymore.” He’d said it a million times before in a million different ways to a million different people. He wasn’t the person he’d been before and wanting him to be that person was an impossible request. “Why do you insist on closure as if there’s any more decisive ending than the one we already had?”