i PROBABLY hate you

rob vandenberg. 34. old man trapped in a handsome body. trauma surgeon. “But darling what do you do when it’s 3 am and the only person you have to talk to is the DEMON in your head?” What do you do when it’s all too real to be so FAKE?

[robvandenbergg]

mattpetracca​:

“One of my patient’s parents didn’t want me to start an IV because she said–and I quote–’I don’t want my child to be pumped with chemicals.’ Why even bring them to a hospital?” Matt ranted, rolling his eyes. “What are they going to do when their kid actually needs medication?” he huffed, running his hands through his hair. His day was stressful to say the least. He loved his job but the parents were insufferable sometimes. “Anyways, please tell me your day is going better than mine?”

@codstarters​

“That’s fear mate” Robert pointed out as he sipped coffee from his paper cup, and threw it into the bin. “You’re going to have to explain to them, that they can either give their consent and we can treat their child or if they dont consent, their kid will get very sick. I mean, you just have to explain it in black and white terms. Sometimes they get it that way.” He explained sighing softly. “Patient care is the worst part of the job--but vital.” He advised as he opened his sandwich and took a bite out of it. “My day is going fabulously, I’ve had a mountain of gory surgeries and completed them successfully--my day is gonna’ get bad though, cause I’ve been asked to go to paeds. I’m not good with kids.”

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yazsanchez​:

“Whoever designed heels was a sadistic fuck,” Yazmina grumbled to the person beside her. She’d tried her best to look nice for the night, she’d even reasoned with herself to give her fanciest shoes a try. However, by two hours in it had become extremely apparent that fanciest did not necessarily mean comfortable. Finally giving up on maintaining appearances, she looked around and handed her glass to the person beside her. “Hold this,”  she instructed as she bent down, slipped off both her heels and handed them over, “hold these, too.” With her feet now bare she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of beaten up sneakers, slipping them onto her feet. While they clashed greatly with the sleek dress she was wearing, Yaz smiled brightly and struck a pose, “how do I look?”

@codstarters​

Robert watched her in amazement as he saw his friend rip of those deadly things from her feet. “I told you not to wear them! I don’t even get the hype--I would definitely prefer you in trainers or boots.” He added shaking his head as he chuckled lightly and grabbed her glass. “Us men designed them for you women to suffer, not one of our proudest moments of being men. But none of our moments are--I’m deeply horrified you have to wear those things.” He admitted as he smiled lightly amused as she put the trainers on her feet. Passing her drink back, and grabbing her shoulder pulling her in and kissing her cheek. “Absolutely darn beautiful. Now can we go to the village without you complainin’?”

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rxsedr​:

rose laughed, “remember that next time i accidently spill ink on your favourite shirt yes?” in their defence, they hadn’t realised that his shirt was so close to them when they gestured a bit too wildly with said ink pot in their hand. alas. “without a doubt. i’ll make sure everyone listens to me.” sometimes it was surprisingly difficult to do as the tiny blonde was quite often underestimated. the army had been no different sometimes. “you sound like an old man when you say that, but yep.”

“Yes, and I am still scrubbing it off--Now. What kind of fucking ink was it! Snake?” He let out a laugh shaking his head, even though it was such a small minor thing, he would never be able to fall out with them. They were his go to person. “You better!” He added shaking his head. “I need a good speech and a good interview tactic, or I will just hide away in the O.R.” Rob sighed softly not very good at thinking anything better than himself. He would had been happy to stay just the surgeon all his life, but maybe the ambition was calling him. “I am an old man. You surely know that? I don’t like socialisin’ unless it’s with you.”

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edgarmendoza​:

“Now don’t go too overboard, I don’t want no tailcoats, or top hats, or any of that fancy shit you’re getting used to at this dinner,” though Edgar knew that might make his family respect Rob even more, “yup, they’ll love you so much they’ll probably try and trade me in for you.” While it was in no way Rob’s fault for being what Ed knew was his parents’ idea of a perfect son, he still couldn’t help but feel a small part of resentment towards them. They couldn’t accept Ed for all that he was, and that was frustrating. “Man, I hardly have a love life, let alone one where I’m thinking about having kids. What about you? Relationships? Kids? Any of that?” Edgar asked, genuinely interested. e kinda thought Rob would be a great dad. “Make it 50 and we have a deal.”

“Oh you will have me with jeans and a t shirt, and a good bottle of scotch at your thing.” He added chuckling. “Oh shut up! You’re a great guy, handsome, have your business, why wouldn’t they be proud of you?” Rob furrowed his eyebrows, not liking his friend was putting himself down. “You don’t? To be honest, I don’t really. I mean, it’s good to be on your own though. You gotta’ do that for your own bloody sanity, mate.” He added, spending this year alone had been great for his development, but it did not help his tinder usage. “I was married, didn’t work out. kids....I’m not quite sure. I’d make a really awful father not going to lie--So may just stay a cool uncle to my niece and nephews.” He added. “Fine, fifty.”

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drmilliecrawford​:

Amelia could not help but roll her eyes at his words, and she reached over to smack his arm rather playfully. “I know, for someone who’s whole life’s mission is to encourage the world to normalize saying ‘vagina’ in formal conversations, it comes as a surprise that I kept my mouth shut when I was put on the phone with a five year old. But in my defence, my family already loathes me enough for having disappointed them in my teens, and my promiscuous bisexual identity has caused them enough distress as it is. I just felt that I shouldn’t add corrupting a five year old’s innocent mind to that never-ending list of reasons to be scrutinized by the Walker-Crawford’s.” And because her brother was a dick, but that was a story for another day. “Hey, it was my first time lecturing a class of interns- and I needed to practice on someone. You knew how nervous I was that night!” Needless to say, having someone like Robert constantly competing with her made her a better doctor. She had to give him the credit for that. “Do I even want to know what Harry told you?” Millie could not help but snicker at his joke, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Sex, buddy. Have ya had any lately?” 

“I mean, you sat me down one night and told me to say it a hundred times. Now I can say it with confidence and a little bit creepily may I add, so I blame you for that.” He nudged his best friend in the shoulder laughing softly. He listened to her vent, and he knew when Amelia spoke, he would sit and listen---absorb all her words. He was an introvert at heart but when he was around Amelia, he felt both of his sides come out. “You are a tarnished woman Amelia Crawford.” He joked smiling softly. Knowing he did not mean that at all and understood a little about her family. He shook his head and recoiled “You were so nervous--but my god, I remember every friggen’ detail.” He let out a loud chuckle. Robert crossed his arms leaning back on his chair “He scarred me for life, you know that-” He could relax when he was around Amelia, feel a little lighter than what he would normally. He smirked raising an eyebrow “Oooh, Millie---That is a touchy subject. You know that. I will let you know, I have been practising it safely though.” He winked.

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drewinston​:

“You’re the worst,” Drew concluded. He shrugged at the following question, feeling rather abash. Talking about feelings, or anything more than their usual shallow, small talk, had been uncharted territory. But if he had been willing to take that step forward, then why turn away? “I think I would. I think with anything, things could end up turning into the worst case scenario. But you want to try to be the exception, you know? That might just be the idealist in me.” Questions continued to be spouted out, but Drew found himself much more comfortable and able to share. The alcohol could be half thanked for that. “Look, man. You know as well as I do that we barely get time out of work. I’m asleep most of the time, if not I’m at the gym. On rare occasions I get dragged out into some club or party, but I like to worm my way out of them. I don’t currently have a partner, no. My apartment’s in Brooklyn Heights, and uh…the family thing’s complicated.” He leant back on his seat, then, hands gesturing to his companion. “Your turn.”

Robert nodded listening softly, as he tilted his head. “Wow, Winston that is incredibly philsophical but way too optimistic for me to get my head around.” He pointed out, being a complete realist than an idealist, maybe that’s why they did get along weirdly. “You go to the gym?!” He winced shaking his head. “I quit that a year ago after being so exhausted I passed out for days.” He did try and work out when he could though but he knew the amount of steps and movement he got at work was enough for now. He nodded, “See, I know more about you than I’ve done in the year I’ve known you.” He chuckled as he clinked his glass in a cheers motion. “We live close though.” He added. “...I like to drink, go to bars on my own mostly, my brother is married to a princess, I grew up in Birmingham, England....And I’m divorced. My marriage lasted a total of 11 months.”

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cwndsr​:

“Jack will watch anything. He wants to go to an NFL football game this fall, so I think we might do that. We’ll get a suite, so if you want to come you’re more than welcome,” she offered. “Oh, don’t worry he loves that too. He played a season of soccer, as American’s call it. Give him some pointers.” Baseball was still his favorite sport though, and Cecelia would support him in whatever he wanted to do. “I’m glad I did, too! I think we have a lovely friendship, don’t we?” Rob was very much like another brother to her. “Yes! I’d be happy to help. As you know, talking and public speaking are my strong suits.” 

“I will most likely love to come. Let me know dates and I will be there” Rob jumped at the chance to hang out with his niece & nephew, he kind of knew children may not be in his trajectory so it was always nice to feel that feeling with them. “I would love to give him some pointers--transfer him to football and he can maybe play baseball as a secondary point. He could be the next david beckham.” Rob teased. “We do--I mean, I would probably consider you as one of my top five friends, and trust me Cece, that is a good spot to be at.” He chuckled. “Yes---And power poses! How are you though? Have the press lay off you since being here?”

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jamesselroy​:

James gave a soft smile at Rob’s words, he knew that the other was right. That it had indeed only been a few months since he’d been out of the hospital. That he had to give himself time, had to let his body heal as much as it could, that he couldn’t let the trauma of what had happened eat at him. As hard as it was, James knew that he didn’t want to be just that- his trauma and injury. “You have no idea how much that means to me. I just sort of been keeping this all inside, you know? Not wanting to bother anyone with whats going on in my head and how I feel about everything that has happened. So thank you, really.” James breathed out softly, turning his attention back to Rob. His brow furrowed some at the name. “She sounds familiar…” But as far as truly remembering her, well, there wasn’t really anything there memory wise for James. “So you waited for her and then you didn’t?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head. “Do you still, I dunno, have feelings for her or whatever?” 

“You can’t live like that though Elsroy. If you just ignore it, it’ll just pile up. But counteracting that, you can’t make it all about your injury. Cause you’re not just that--But alot of trauma patients, especially brain injury patients struggle with adapting and finding a new kind of life, so you’re not alone.” He smiled softly, glad he could had helped the brunette a little. “You probably did meet her-But, she’s...yeah---pretty fuckin’ beautiful.” He chuckled, not being able to contain the smile about thinking her. “...No I didn’t...Because, I don’t know. I thought we’d never meet her again, I met Roxy and well--the rest his history.” He shurgged. “Maybe? I’m not quite sure---I guess I do. But I mean, last time we saw eachother was pretty awkward...” He then gave a sly smirk. “We did have a kiss though--a good fucking one”

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charliepalmer​:

THE QUESTION RESULTS IN HEAT RISING TO HER CHEEKS, playing it cool as she gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, “sure. i mean…if you’re into that sort of thing.” she rolled her eyes and shook her head, “you’re gorgeous. you KNOW you’re gorgeous. everyone who looks at you knows you’re gorgeous.” brows knit into a furrow, “don’t the palaces and castles still TECHNICALLY have old dungeons or are they newly renovated into baby rooms or something? and just because you haven’t SEEN a dragon, doesn’t mean they’re not real.” charlie pointed out with the wiggle of her brows, “i mean…me? at a palace party? you’re not afraid i’m going to embarrass you. i’ll most definitely not use the right sort of silverware.” she chewed upon her bottom lip as she contemplated before a grin spread onto her lips, gaze flashing up to him, “are you being serious though? you sure you don’t want to bring someone fancier? i mean i’d be happy to go to keep you company. can’t promise we’ll stay out of trouble though…”

“Wow---All these compliments Charlie, I mean, you do know that I will become even more arrogant than I am, and that’s a very big mistake.” He joked as he winked softly at her. Robert picked up his drink sipping it slightly as he sniggered “YES! Maybe they do, but I’m only going to their fancy, swanky manhattan apartment , not like a palace--but a good taste for it. Buckingham palace is a different story all together though-” He pointed out with his finger as he agreed with her slightly. “---Oh Charlie, you are adorable sometimes.” He joked. “I don’t care if you’d be the queen of sheba--I like ya’, I think you’re fun, and you’re british, so that gives you brownie points with the other parts of her family.” He chuckled as he leant closer. “Oh really? What kinda’ trouble were you thinkin?”

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gabriellehq​:

gabi let out a gasp into his lips as she felt rob’s grop grow tighter. after all this years the two still had this passion with the long time no see kisses, it was just the same when they served together since they never knew when they will see each other again. her hands running down his back and she moved her head lightly when she felt his lips on her neck. biting her lower lip to not make any sound, so they won’t bring any attention to the bathroom. it was definitely not something she’d do, but his touch was missed. 

Robert held her closer, as she felt her breathe on his neck. He moaned softly, trying to stop himself going the full hog, so he pulled away quickly as he then lay a soft kiss on her lips. “..I---I’m glad I did that.” He muttered as he brushed a piece of hair against her ear. “..I--I’d like to see you again, if you wanted..I mean, only if you wanted.” He said softly as he kept her face closer to hers, but stepped away slightly, catching his breath.

[robvandenbergg]

ofcvlebb​:

“i was clearly joking, dude. they’re like family to me, so they will never betray me.” he said. one of caleb’s problems was that when he got mad he would sometimes say things that could really fuck him up when it comes to the truth about his family. “i don’t have any siblings but i have some family members who help me from time to time.” he shrugged lightly. “i don’t really mind working alone. sure, it’s a shit ton of responsibility but i can’t trust anyone else to do that work for me. i know it could drive me crazy sometimes but i’d rather get shit done myself than let anyone else do that for me because i’m having a little bit of a hard time.”

“well, I mean they just need to do their job better don’t they?” He shook his head, a little confused why it would change so brashly, but he decided to drop it. “...Well, you need to get some more people on your side. You’d go crazy if you just work alone though-” He nodded his head. “I get that, but it’s a massive responsbility. And you’re still so young man? I mean, do you ever have fun?”  He asked genuinely. “Like, let’s go out and get drunk, forget about the club and just have some crazy drunken antics?”

[robvandenbergg]

rosalie-roberts​:

“Because it’s cute and I wanted it? But it’s my money, which I worked for and if I want to spend it on something as silly as a stuffed octopus thats my decision. My money is also spent on a wide collection of exquisite  types of liquor.  For halloween I’m thinking of being an Evil Queen. Are you going to be my knight in shining armor?” Her lips turned upwards into a smile at the reaction of being called old. “Slow is down with the woah’s Peter Kavinsky.” The hand that wasn’t holding her drink came out to push him playfully. “You’re the one who thought you might be too old, I was just agreeing. I can run a 5k because I run every morning, it has nothing to do with my age.”

“You do need to show me this liquor collection” He pointed out, most of his interests being alcohol and expensive scotch. He tilted his head in thought “Now...that is something.” He nodded as he tapped his chin. “No...That sounds pretty fucking cool--and we can make it very spooky, like super spooky.” He said thinking about the costumes already and knowing they would win. “Oh god, can you stop being so i’m so amazing, I go for runs?!” He rolled his eyes playfully. “You are young, very young---I’m nearly thirty five, and that is depressin’. But of course I’d be your knight in shining armour.”

[robvandenbergg]

ofcvlebb​:

“i know you couldn’t have said no – that’s why i offered it to you.” he said, sipping on his drink as that other patted his back. “listen, the paycheck is supposed to be enough for them to want to keep working for me. i don’t think any other club pays them like i do. plus, they kinda owe their life to my family.” he shrugged like it was no big deal, but they truly owed their lives to the moreno family. “that’s why i never let them in. my bartenders are pretty good when it comes to spotting underaged girls and boys so i trust them. man i just wished it would have never been a problem, you know ??”

“They owe their life? That sounds a bit shady, don’t it Moreno? Why do you say that?” He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure why he would say such a rage statement. “I think it’s alot to take on for someone your age--Do you not have any siblings or someone you can maybe hire to help you out a bit? I mean, running it all by yourself is surely fucking hard, mate. You may just need some support. I’d help but I want my life to be solely mine.” He teased.

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gabriellehq​:

“well if you say so, i never actually met a princess in my life, so i’ll be happy to have that first.” she replied to him with a smile as she shrugged her shoulders. when she was in the bathroom the whole story of them was playing in her head. but then he thoughts left her mind as she felt herself being turned around by someone, she was ready to defend herself but it was rob. he hand instantly were placed on his chest to push him away, but she knew that she didn’t want that. gabrielle couldn’t escape now and she let herself kiss rob back when he put her on the sink. her legs wrapped around him as her hand traveling up to his neck. 

As he felt her kiss him back, he deepened it. Pushing more against her as he tightened his grip around her waist. She tasted like scotch and he just wanted more. This was impulsive--But that’s who Rob was. He had no idea where this was going to lead or what was going to happen, but he couldn’t ignore the electricity between them. He pressed his lips against hers, as he then started to dot kisses down the nape of her neck and biting softly against it, groaning a little. 

[robvandenbergg]

drmilliecrawford​:

“So, my five year old niece called me the other day…” Amelia spoke as she sat down in front of the other. “… and she asks me, in that sweet little voice of hers, ‘Aunty Mills, where do babies come from?’“ Laughing softly, she shook her head. “I’ve got to give it to my brother for being clever enough… to get her to direct her question towards me. Because he knows that I’m much more capable of explaining how that works. But was I going to say that to a five year old? Probably not.” // @codstarters​

“Trusting you with that answer? Surprised you didn’t do one of your lectures on safe sex.” Rob shook his head in glee. “I remember you sat me down a few years ago and did it--Don’t think I’ll ever to be able to etch it from my mind.” Rob chuckled crossing his arms. “Five is way too young--maybe wait till eight or nine, or until a sibling can tell ‘em from experience, like mine did.” He chuckled. “How are babies made Dr Crawford?” He joked.

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ofcvlebb​:

“you’ll be able to taste it again as long as you drink it with me.” he winked at the other playfully. “listen, i try my best. but i can’t run the whole fucking club and keep a constant eye at the guards. but when i catch them being distracted by girls who are obviously underaged i make sure they will never get distracted again.” he said proudly, crossing his arms over his chest. “damn boy, i knew keeping you by my side was a good idea.”

“mate, that is not an offer I’m not going to refuse, are ya silly?” He chuckled patting the younger man on his back. “--Well, you need to give them more of a reason to work there and not fuck up the job, right?” He suggested shrugging his shoulders. “I know, I’m a pretty great associate.” He smirked. “Maybe you need to keep an eye out on the underage girls though-as soon as the police get wind of that, and they’ll be at your door.”

[robvandenbergg]

edgarmendoza​:

“Dope, there’s one next Thursday,  you’re coming.” Edgar clapped his hand on Rob’s shoulder as if to say, it’s too late, you can’t back out now. He found the best way to avoid an onslaught of questions was to bring an unknowing guest to take the heat of the questions. “A guy like you at dinner who is British and a surgeon? They’ll froth you.” Ed joked, knowing his mother would probably ask Ed why he wasn’t a surgeon. “I don’t know man, maybe? Not really? I guess?” It was like Ed was asking the universe to give him an answer to what he wanted, but as usual there were no answers. “I’d pay to see both those things - one, you flooring Harry in a tailcoat, two, you and Harry at a royal dinner in nothin’ but sweats and hoodies.”

“Next Thursday? I’ll make sure I’m showered and ready by then Mendoza, don’t you worry.” Rob wiggled his eyebrows, quite excited about the prospect on finding out what Edgar’s family life was like. “--Oh god, they are going to love me. I am the doctor dream aren’t I?” He chuckled. “I’ll not tell them I am a huge disappointment though and the surgeon is just a good cover up story.” He winked jokingly as he leant back in his chair. “...That’s alot of answers. I mean, it’s not a cut throat answer. Guess it always changes don’t it?” He said trying to make out that the marriage and kids weren’t the only strand of life--because they weren’t. “I mean, I’ll charge now. That’s 100 dollars please.”