#revcric

[leastproblematic]

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance. from trinity ( @revcric)

mel doesn't really come to after-shift drinks. the invite is open to her, to everyone ( she'd received that gentle clarification from princess a few months in ), but she routinely declines. the commute to becca's centre and home again takes over an hour and she's eager to be on the road without much delay. besides, she can just see everyone again tomorrow. it's no big deal.

but trinity asks her to come along tonight. well, really, all she does is look at mel and grin, extend her hand as if she's meant to take it ( she isn't. mel knows she isn't, but the thought crosses her mind and lingers there, anyway ), before gesturing for her to follow. and that's enough for mel, it seems, to break from her usual routine. she falls into step with trinity and the others, intending to stay, but just for a little while. just long enough for trinity to smile at her like that again.

mel is still there, sometime later, nursing a cheap can of beer and listening more than talking, but perfectly content. it's easy and light, sitting between trinity and whitaker, listening to them hash out their domestic disputes. mel pops in as needed, siding with trinity when prompted, earning her smile after smile and the triumphant sing-song of trinity's voice as she gloats. a prize she cherishes. and mel is still there when the music starts, elsewhere in the park, drifting over from another group of people's gathering. some of her coworkers stand and, laughing, likely delirious from the end of a long shift, pull one another onto the sidewalk to dance. it's silly; it's sort of lovely.

and then trinity turns to her, hand extended just as before, and mel blinks. "dance with me?" she must be delirious, too. and mel must be very, very lucky. "okay. sure." of course. whatever she asks, mel is happy to oblige.

she lets herself be pulled to her feet, to the sidewalk dance floor, closer to trinity then apart again. they're holding hands and mel's heart rate quickens. "I don't really dance much." but it happens anyway. in this proximity, in the summer evening and the breeze, her body finds the rhythm, guided by trinity's hand in hers.

[drkarev]

“what part of 'i don't need help' do you not understand?" from sawyer ( @revcric )

sawyer is passed between him and jack like a child neither of them wanted ( alex should know, he’s seen the same back-and-forth with too many of his patients’ parents ). sawyer is kind of everybody's problem, but his big fucking mouth gets him smacked around a lot, draws blood and splits skin, and that makes a problem for jack and alex in particular. it's their duty, or whatever. so they help him, taking turns, seeing who hates the guys guts least on a given day ( and frequently, this is alex. jack really doesn't like him. and alex, well, he can stand to have a drink with the guy, at least ).

alex knows he’s up when jack tosses him one of the smaller first aid kits, and it hits him in the chest, hard. he’d known earlier, actually, when the argument between him and sawyer had boiled over from raised voices to exchanged blows. and as much as he finds jack to be one of the more irritating ones, he watches, like everybody else on the beach, as jack lunges at sawyer. and alex smiles, as they take out their frustrations on each other. the other do-gooders intervene, break it up, and jack storms off into the jungle, but not before he’s handing off the first aid kit ( and sawyer ) to alex. fine. whatever. he’ll take his turn to play the good doctor.

and sawyer is, in typical fashion, ungrateful. "would you shut up and let me see?" he sits himself down across from sawyer, unpacking the first aid kit into his lap, pulling out gauze and a needle and thread. alex reaches for his chin, not gently, jerks his head forward to look at the wide gash at his eyebrow, the largest of a few injuries. "trust me, you need the help. i watched him beat the shit out of you." he wets the gauze with a bottle of vodka and doesn't give warning as he presses it roughly against sawyer's forehead. "what is it with you? why can't it ever just be thank you, dr. karev?"

[storybookodyssey]

@revcric gets a little thing i just thought about

it's still strange not being home for the holidays. however, she isn't alone for those chilly december days. she sits opposite her in the restaurant her dad had insisted that he take her to. it's been a full day of exploring the city that she's been living in since college started in august. her mom's city.

adjusting herself slightly where she's seated, there's a slight wince that she attempts to conceal as she feels the twinge of pain in her back. most times it's manageable these days, but after a full day of wandering and exploring new orleans the ache is making itself known.

settling back in her chair, rachel picks the remainders of the meal on her plate with her fork, weighing up the words she's been avoiding since her dad had arrived from pittsburgh. she sighs, nose wrinkling in a telltale sign that there's something on her mind.

finally, she puts down her fork, looking across the table to her dad. "grandma invited me over for christmas," she says, the emphasis on the 'me'. her. singular. not the both of them. "i told her i'd let her know, but... i'm not gonna go."

[cainmoved]

[ sms ➥ doctor dad, 5:20pm ] can't make it, still at my study group. don't watch without me, ill try to be home in time to see it with u

[ sms ➥ doctor dad, 9:50pm ] things ran later than expected. ill be home by 2

[ sms ➥ doctor dad, 1:50am: unsent ] staying with jamie for the night, ill be home after school tomorrow

[ sms ➥ doctor dad, 2:10am: unsent ] don't stay up all night

@revcric, continued from here.

[devilscheck]

have to ask SMASH OR PASS for andy's awkward college bestie who's always drowning in premed work and thinks he's got game (he doesn't)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

"While I'm ULTRA flattered to be asked, I try to not mingle between besties and I think Andy beat you to the punch here," she hummed with a grin. "But if it's any consolation, you are MEGA cute. A girl loves a BOOKWORM, especially one who knows how to play doctor."

[huntedgod]

♡ who said i love you first? (and how was it!!! tell me all. i'm nosy)

let’s first look at the facts around their relationship. first things first, loki fell for lucy before they even started dating. she was unlike any girl he had ever met before, and something about her was mysterious to him but in a similar vein, loki was unlike any boy lucy had ever met before. as a result, both were drawn to each other for these said differences.

for loki, it was the way that lucy lit up a room that made him want to know more about who she was and find ways to have her in his life. for lucy, i would argue that she was more interested in loki because he wasn’t someone you noticed right away. he could blend into the background, but no matter how hard he tried, her attention was still on him.

now that we’ve got those pieces out of the way, you need to understand that they were flirty almost instantly. It was all in good fun, right? well, maybe it was more than just good fun, it’s hard to say because they’re both stubborn and weren’t ready to admit to anything, except by the end of their first date, if you could call it that but, it wasn’t really a date.

loki knew he wanted a real date with her. he jumped on it because something inside of him said if he didn’t do it, someone else would. was he wrong? no. lucy is a woman with men wrapped around her finger with little effort on her end, which meant if this introverted southern boy wanted a chance with her, he had to make the first move before it was too late.

how many dates did they go on before someone said it? if you consider that they got married within a year after getting to know each other, it was fairly quick. i am a firm believer that loki fell first and lucy fell harder, which is important to remember when things eventually go south between them, but that in mind, i feel it was she who said it first.

loki was a lot more shy with his deeper feelings at that point in his life, and while he also felt the same way, he was hesitant to say it because he always felt like he was never really good enough for someone like lucy. that’s why, when she said it, he knew his feelings had been foolish. she was just as smitten with him as he was with her. it was that simple.

let me yap about loki and @hollowedg0d

[storybookodysseyhasmoved]

@revcric sent five times kissed: ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )(for rebecca)

the first is sweet. they are hidden away in a disused classroom. it is their first together. she is sat on the teacher's desk and he is standing between her legs. somewhere in the distance, a bell is ringing. they are due to their next class any second, but they won't make it. they are too lost in each other, in the idea of young love, delusional with the belief that this will last. they don't know what is to come, but in that moment it doesn't matter. all that matters is each other.

the second is breathless. her parents are away for the weekend. he doesn't have to sneak in, he just walked right in the front door. they mess around on the sofa. watch a film over a pizza they ordered in. eventually the film is forgotten about entirely as they lose themselves in each other. she will lead him upstairs to her bedroom, a place he had never been allowed entrance into before tonight. technically, he is still not allowed, but her parents won't know. they fit together as one. it makes every other kiss before feel lesser. like nothing can ever match this moment as they find a shared bliss in one another.

the third is longing. she drove to see him for the weekend, but a weekend isn't enough. it is sunday evening, they have pushed out this moment for as long as possible but she has work in the morning. pressed between him and her car door, she doesn't want to let go. she wants to let him sweep her off of her feet and carry her back to his dorm. she'd stay. if he just asked her, she'd stay. but he won't. she has to head home. they promise they'll see each other soon, but they don't know when. thanksgiving feels like a lifetime away, yet their weeks between are too crowded. she watches him in the rearview mirror until he is out of sight.

the fourth is accepting. they have held on too long. they knew they were headed down this path, but they had avoided it for so long. every fork in the road kept leading them back here. neither of them want it. not really. if only time and distance were on their side. they pick at the meal on the table between them. neither of them are hungry, but they pretend. they pretend that this is any other meal. they pretend that they will do this again. they drag the meal out. order a dessert that doesn't satisfy. then a coffee that is weaker than even water. neither want to say it first. they make their way outside, hands brushing against each others as they move. last time they saw each other they would have held on and not let go. this time they know. his lips are soft against hers. she pulls him closer one last time. silently begging for him not to let go. he can taste her tears on his tongue. he is the first to break away. she can't speak as he steps away. she watches him until he disappears from sight.

the fifth is home. she bumps into him in a bookstore of all places. they share a smile. they stand there for an hour talking, the world around them forgotten. they have seen each other once, a few years ago. it had been the worst day of her life. it hadn't been their time then. he had given her his number, but fate had taken it from her. now fate had brought her back to him. they end up seated. at the very same place had once sat. it has been renovated, but they still know. they sit in the same booth as they had all those years ago. they spend too long talking, only this time they don't want to let go. she has to leave. she has her children to get home to. she promises that she will call. he puts his number directly into her phone this time. she calls him three hours later. so much for waiting three days. they meet again. they talk for hours on end. catching up. filling each other in on the years they had spent apart. they laugh. they cry. they find solace in each other. another day they are back in the bookstore. she has to find a book for her son. the book is up high, she can't quite reach the top shelf. his hand emerges, grazing past hers as he grabs the book for her. her breath catches in her throat when she turns and there is less than an inch between them. he is the first to lean in. her lips taste just the same as they had two decades before only she doesn't cry this time. they could easily get lost in each other. it is a struggle not to. when they leave the bookstore, his hand is wrapped tightly around hers and she isn't going to let go. not now. not again. not ever.

[drk1ng]

mel had excused herself with hurried steps & a timid smile. she peels her gloves off, foams out, and scrubs the sanitizer meticulously into her hands before heading for the stairwell. she just needed a minute. ten year old boy, respiratory distress and persistent fever, parents who weren't sure if their insurance would cover the tests and subsequent treatment. they were hanging a prayer on the fluids & oxygen they'd given him directly from triage. helping people was what she knew how to do, what she wanted to do. the red tape that got in the way of that made her chest feel tight, her skin hot. if she hadn't known any better, she'd say she was sick, too. with the sounds of the ED muted behind closed doors, she falls onto a step with a sigh. her airpods were still in her locker, and she needed the charge on her phone to last in case becca needed her. she pulls her stethoscope from her neck and settles there, rubbing her thumbs over the cool metal & taking even breaths. her eyes fall closed, if only for a moment. she can't deny the jump of her shoulders when his voice breaks through the quiet she'd created.

@revcric asked: ❛ hang in there, kid. ❜ (from robby <33)

" oh, i . . . i'm okay. i just needed a minute to ── process. i'm sorry. " eager to please and scared to disappoint, she readies herself to go back into the hustle of the day. the patients she'd seen and discharged didn't even make a substantial dent in the waiting room; it felt like her shift had barely started. " can i ask you a question? " and though that question alone needs an answer to proceed, she doesn't wait long before the words tumble from her lips. " when people come here for help, and you know you can help them, but you ── can't . . . what do you do? "