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[hesjustcarter]

“Please don’t say you love me.” (Susan)

This meme (x)

Love her?

Oh, no...

No, no, no, no.

"I-I'm not!" Carter exclaimed, holding his hands up in supplication. "C'mon, Dr. Lewis, there's only so much rejection a guy can take..."

Ever since his bumbling attempts at kissing her over Christmas, things had been a little strained; he would be lying if he said he didn't miss their easy rapport from just a few months prior.

Cheeks burning hot beneath Susan's appraisal, he awkwardly rocked back and forth, fiddling with his coat as he explained, "I just thought...w-well...since I've got nowhere to be, and you don't have a date..." Oh. She probably wouldn't like that. Wincing, he said in a rush, "I figured maybe we could have dinner together, or something? I'll pay, of course, and we'd be in public, so you won't have to worry about me doing something stupid, like..." trying to kiss you. Again.

Swallowing, he shrugged. Maybe he shouldn't have given her the necklace she presently held in her hands... That did scream romantic intent, didn't it?

Shit.

God, he was so stupid.

"Sorry," he deflected, his shoulders hunkering in shame. "I-I can go...?"

[corpatrem]

‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’  (Carol @ Ben)

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0  」    from here.

A HAND IMMEDIATELY GOES UP TO HIS FOREHEAD. He's distracted, and when Ben pulls his hand away, it stings, a small frown on his features as he sits up, letting out a small huff of sound that's something in between a grumble and a sigh. It's not the only thing that's hurting, but now that he's more conscious, he can't even decide what's hurting more.

His ribs are screaming at him and his head is throbbing. Knuckles, bruised and Ben isn't able to find the words to speak for a couple of seconds, and then...

"-- It's fine. I'll grab an icepack on my way out."

@mcdicus

[egobled]

CLINGING  THE  BLANKETS  to  her  body  as  she  shuffles  out  of  his  bed.  hearing  him  say  he  doesn't  know  what  happens  next  she  raises  an  eyebrow  turning  to  look  at  him.  “  all  i  know  is  this  .  .  .  ”  she  starts  pointing  between  the  two  of  them  “  stays  between  the  two  of  us.  my  mother  NEVER  finds  out.  ”  jules  shuffles  through  @mcdicus's room,  looking  for  her  clothes.  “  what  happens  next  is  I  go  home.  and  tomorrow  we  pretend  like  this  didn't  happen.  ”

[murkyhazed]

@mcdicus cont. from here.

               olivia   had   picked   the   dress   out   specially   for   this   day.      something   that   was   elegant,   but   not   so   fancy   that   she’d   stand   out   too   much   should   their   date   take   place   at   a   family   style   restaurant.      she   had   no   idea   what   the   man   had   planned   for   them,   but   she   was   eager   to   find   out   the   date   he   had   in   store.      of   course   she   has   a   fairly   good   idea   of   what   comes   later,   but   for   now   their   date   remains   wholesome   as   they   get   ready   to   leave   for   dinner,   wherever   that   may   be.

               her   laugh   is   soft   as   the   ends   of   her   dress   twirl   out.      from   the   thigh   down   the   material   is   loose   and   flowy,   but   from   the   thigh   up   it   hugs   her   figure   exactly   the   way   she   wanted   it   to.      it   highlights   every   dip   and   curve,   and   exposes   her   tan,   freckled   shoulders.      it   teases   while   remaining   appropriate,   the   perfect   combination.

               ❝   last   i   checked,   my   hair   wasn’t   red.   ❞      she   muses   as   she   steps   closer,   gazing   into   his   eyes.      it’s   sweet   the   way   he   cares   for   her,   the   gentleness   of   his   touch.      she   can’t   believe   how   lucky   she   is.      ❝   i’ve   been   told   a   time   or   two.   ❞      her   smile   only   grows,   leaning   forward   to   press   a   light   kiss   to   his   lips.      ❝   so   where   are   we   going,   handsome?      or   are   you   going   to   keep   me   in   suspense?   ❞

[hesjustcarter]

“Do you want company?” (Kim)

No matter how many years Carter spent in this profession, there never failed to be a case that got to him — or more specifically, a person.

Lydia and Haleh had long since finished cleaning and presenting County’s latest failure, and Carter sat there holding the deceased woman’s hand, shoulders stooped and eyes barely able to stay open. This patient didn’t have any known relatives — no one to claim her, to love her, and it bothered Carter to think of anyone living out a full, rich life, and then simply being forgotten beneath the watchful eye of a cold, moonless night.

After all, this woman was much more than a body. She was Mrs. Marjorie Winters, mother of one (a boy who’d tragically drowned at only nine), an equestrian enthusiast, despiser of foods touching — she’d made her proclivities known to anyone who would listen — a lover of jazz and Christian gospel music, and a tender heart to anyone needing an ear. It was almost embarrassing how many nights he’d come around to visit, only to leave feeling a little lighter, more human. And now Marjorie was gone; there was no true way he could express just how much she’d helped when his own family hadn’t deigned to bother.

“Do you want company?”

Carter jerked at the sound, startled, then peered over his shoulder to find Kim standing behind the neighboring curtain. With a low exhale, he rubbed a hand over his bleary eyes and shrugged. A part of him much preferred to wallow over not seeing the signs, of not being there when Marjorie died, but he found himself waving her forward regardless. “Sure,” he muttered. “I mean, if you want. The ER must be pretty quiet, if you’d rather come back here with me.”

Carter straightened a bit, still keeping his hand in Marjorie’s. “Did you know her at all?” he asked. It was almost pathetic how hopeful he sounded — that maybe someone else could understand his absurd attachment. “She was a patient of mine, but I didn’t arrive before she coded. Dr. Greene was here, at least, so I know she was in the best possible hands.”

And yet that didn’t keep Carter from thinking that maybe if he had been here, things would be different…

[vuulpecula]

✖ @mcdicus inquired : “You know, darling, you bring out the worst in me.” (Robby)

valentine's day prompts ! ↳ be my valentine

Sucking on her tooth, tongue tip pressed against the sharp point of the canine, Fox tempered the ( certainly unprofessional ) response that surfaced in her mouth into something sweeter. Less arsenic, more anti-freeze. It was Valentine's Day, after all, and she wasn't about to let him ruin it. Just like she wasn't going to let being stationed in the Pitt, today of all days, ruin it. Nor, the fact that she had taped the same red construction paper heart back up on the wall three times now--and there it went again.

"Oh, sugar plum, don't flatter me. You do that all by yourself." She smiled sweetly, adjusting his stethoscope. To a casual onlooker it might've looked like an act of affection. Not the subtle, here, let me fix something you messed up, it was meant as.

"I was hoping you weren't working this shift, but, I did bring you a valentine, just in case." She continued, reaching into her pocket for the bright yellow and pink, fun-sized package of sour-patch kids hearts. Taken from one of the candy bowls on a higher floor and passed to him as if she hadn't taken a good five minute to pick out the perfect option. "You've got the sour part down, maybe today you go for sweet."

[rabbit-bitxh]

[ACCIDENTAL MARRIAGE] a starter where our muses wake up to find out they got married the night before (Kim)

Light poured in through the uneven blinds, golden mid morning light flooding across the floor and stretching until it spilled over into the bed. Robby couldn't remember the last time he had gotten so drunk he couldn't recall the night or at the very least recount to the moment everything stopped registering.

Lifting out of the light REM he was able to fall into he became all too aware of the pounding headache pulsing behind his eyes. Shifting over onto his back brought an instant wave of regret the dryness of his mouth making its discomfort known as his eyes slowly opened to look up at a ceiling that felt unfamiliar. Not his bed either the mattress felt too hard compared to the memory foam he had grown used to.

The realization of the day came in sections as each movement got him into a sitting position, head falling into his hands with a tired sigh, glancing over to the smaller form resting next to him in bed.

"Uh... morning?"

[murkyhazed]

@mcdicus oop here we go

               it   was   inevitable,   he   had   known   that   from   the   looks   that   they   had   shared   all   day   in   the   pitt.      some   unspoken   desire,   a   primal   need.      he   may   have   let   it   pass,   might   have   just   gone   home   and   taken   care   of   himself,   but   then   she   approached   him.      she   asked   him   to   go   for   drinks,   and   he   wasn’t   going   to   deny   such   a   request.      it   seemed   like   a   means   to   an   end,   to   get   drinks   as   if   that’s   all   they   had   on   their   minds   this   evening.      it   wasn’t,   it   so   very   clearly   wasn’t.

               after   a   few,   they   ended   up   back   here.      his   place,   on   his   couch,   lips   locked   in   a   feverish   kiss.      robby   should   have   known   from   the   way   she   commanded   a   room   that   she   would   have   commanded   him   too.      not   a   single   complaint   would   be   heard   from   him   though.      a   woman   taking   charge?      one   of   the   hottest   things   to   witness.      his   fingers   threaded   through   her   thick   curls,   keeping   her   close,   while   his   other   hand   rested   on   the   small   of   her   back.      she   was   currently   straddling   his   lap,   and   his   body   was   reacting   quickly   to   the   close   proximity   and   the   promise   of   more.      god,   please   let   there   be   more.