#d. carter

[householdcryptid]

hiiii love your l&d nurse ideas and i hope you get to write about it at some point!! <3 i saw on an ask u said to drop ideas so if you ever feel like it i l've been praying for someone to write reader sharing an on-call room while in between shifts or something w/ carter or definitely something with carter being gentle with kids 😫 or l&d reader showing carter the newborn babies in the maternity ward (i can't remember what that's called but yk the room where hospitals keep the newborn babies??) when he's like stressed or having a bad day and it cheers him up and he's like yearning for the day he can have kids

this was so fun to write i have to be real with you. i love this little guy so much he makes me stupid. CW: uhh, babies, carter being sleep deprived and lovesick, denny's awful lack of medical knowledge(I googled), an overabundance of the word little and baby, carter being a little delusional at the end (don't worry they're gonna get together in the next one) 1500 words! i hope you like it :)

ONE AM

Carter can’t remember the last time he’d slept, or ate, for that matter. He’s running on fumes, and Benton’s constant hounding about charts and imaging and lab results is wearing him thin. He just wants a nap. One, tiny thirty-minute nap. So, when he finds a dark on-call room with nobody in sight, he flops himself down on the bed without a second thought. “Hey-!” A voice yelps quietly, and then there’s an elbow in his ribs. He grunts, huffing a breath. “Woah, what the- Oh,” He breathes out, grinning despite the exhaustion that threatens to swallow him up. “Hey, you. What are you doin’ down here?” Your hand fumbles for the light switch as you emerge from the cocoon of blankets you've surrounded yourself with, grumbling at being woken up. “I was sleeping.” You mutter with nowhere near as much venom as you would use on someone else. Being mean to Carter doesn’t come naturally to you, even when he wakes you up from your naps, apparently. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you s’posed to be on the floor with Benton?”   Carter sighs, an exaggerated sound, rubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms. “I have an hour to spare, was hopin’ for a nap myself.” He looks tired, the soft skin under his eyes bruised a light shade purple, his shoulders drooping. Even his normally bright smile is dulled. You feel a pang of sympathy twist in your heart. His hours are crazy, Surgery is much more taxing than L&D. You know from his frequent complaints over shitty cafeteria food that Benton is partially to blame for that. “Don’t let me stop you.” You reply, stretching your arms up over your head, yawning softly. “I have to get back upstairs anyway. We have a baby boy with a pretty severe case of jaundice, I’m hoping his labs are back by now.” He watches you with warm eyes, sitting with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His smile doesn’t fade either, a little dopey with how tired he is. You’re pretty, he can’t help but think. Your hair is a little sleep mussed, eyes heavy still, but more alert than before. “He gonna be okay?” He asks, equally concerned as he is desperate to hear your voice again.  It makes you smile though, poking your tongue in your cheek to try and tamp it down. “He should be. We’ve got him in the incubator, and we did some Phototherapy on him earlier this morning. The labs are to check his bilirubin levels, see if they’re down from yesterday.” You’re standing up now, and he mourns the loss of your warmth pressed against his side. It takes every ounce of brain function he still has not to whine. You notice, of course, you notice everything about Carter. (“John,” He keeps insisting, even though you never listen.) The way his smile falters and his chin dips down gives him away. “You should come up later,” You suggest, fingers lifting to ruffle through his hair playfully, a selfish move. His hair is soft, and he tips his head into your hand lazily, his smile back in force. “Come see all the new babies. If Benton can survive without you for thirty minutes, that is.” It’s a gentle tease, smiling softly back at him, finding yourself infected by his bliss-filled grin. 

He huffs, groaning softly in displeasure, eyebrows pinching together, lips twisting into a grimace. “I think he wants me to work till I drop, angel.” He grouches, shaking his head dispondently, pouting up at you. “He’s a surgeon, Carter,” You hum, fond and the tiniest bit amused at his peril. He’s so expressive, his emotions playing out plain as day on his face. It’s hard not to love him. “He’s a sadist by nature. Don’t let him get you down.” You order, eyebrows raising pointedly, looping your stethoscope over the back of your neck. He nods heavily, a deep sigh spilling from his lips, a dry puff of a laugh. “Yeah,” He mumbles, giving you a tiny smile. “Yeah, I’ll try.” You nod, watching as he wiggles himself down onto the bed. You only leave when he closes his eyes, flipping the light switch off on your way out. SIX AMYou’re just picking up Baby Elliot-Jones when a quiet knock rings on the door. You turn, confused, but you soften at the sight of him. Carter somehow looks worse than before, haggard in a way that makes your heart hurt. “You didn’t get that nap, huh?” You ask quietly, adjusting the baby boy in your arms, swaying gently to keep him calm. John huffs a wry laugh, shaking his head while he pulls on a gown. He makes his way over to you, smiling softly down at the little boy you’re cradling to your chest. “No,” He murmurs, tipping his head to the side some. His eyes go all gooey warm, and it sends your heart fluttering. “No, I didn’t get that nap.” He confirms, shrugging a shoulder noncommittally. “S’this the guy?”

You hum, nodding gently, bouncing slowly in your spot. “The man of the hour.” You verify, speaking in hushed whispers for fear of waking the poor little ones up. The nursery is full, fuller than he’s ever seen it. Little, wriggling and cooing babies in bassinets, swaddled in white and yellow. “His bilirubin came back lower this go around,” You murmur, dragging a gloved fingertip over the baby's cheek delicately. “Tough little thing. He threw a real fit earlier.” Carter watches with wide eyes, entranced by how gentle you are with the baby. It’s almost comical how easy it is for you to flip the switch from ‘hard-ass’ to ‘tender’. He only ever sees you be this soft with the babies. Well, and him, which he tries not to read too far into. “He’s cute.” He replies lamely, watching intently as you shift the baby in your arms. Too enraptured by the look in your eyes when the baby’s fingers grip the front of your gown to come up with a more eloquent response. You look up at him then, contemplative, and then decisive. “You wanna hold him?” You offer a smile lifting one corner of your lips. It makes his stomach knot up with affection. “Yeah, yeah sure. Absolutely. Please?” He mumbles, a smile splitting his lips, already reaching out to take the baby with all the eagerness of an overexcited puppy. “Careful.” You murmur on autopilot when you deposit the baby boy in his arms, rolling your eyes at the look Carter gives you. “I got this.” He assures anyway, cradling the babe in the crook of his arm, turning that blinding smile down at the tiny thing. “Hello.” He greets in an exceedingly soft tone. It makes those damn butterflies surge in your belly, biting hard at the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning like a fool. Quiet settles for a few moments, just the steady beeping of monitors and the occasional gurgle or coo from an infant in the room. “I always wanted kids, y���know?” Carter states suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s a wistful quality to his tone that sends a pang through your heart, like he’s already given up on the idea of ever having them. “You’d be a good dad.” You reply quietly, more sincere than you’d planned on it coming out. His eyes flick to you, eyebrows raised, looking pleased with your vote of confidence. “Yeah?” He whispers. “You think so?” You laugh softly, nod once. “Yeah, John. I’ve met enough bad dads to know you would be in the good category.” He beams at that, his shoulders straightening up some. It’s as if the praise has breathed new life into him, blown away all the verbal abuse that’s no doubt been spewed at him all night. His pretty eyes shift back to the baby, who’s gurgling soft coos up at him, tiny fingers clenching and unclenching around Carter’s index finger. “I might have one.” He states, voice barely a whisper now, as if he fears that if he speaks too loudly, it might break the peace. “Someday. Haven’t had much luck finding someone who wanted to uh, commit to something that serious yet.” He chuckles softly, trying to brush the comment off as funny, you think. Something to poke fun at him for. The thought of doing so makes you feel a bit ill. “You will.” You whisper back, your fingers brushing over the top of the baby’s head with a light touch, smoothing back downy soft tufts of hair. There’s a certain domesticity to the moment. Something he can imagine doing with you, with a baby that looks a little bit more like the two of you combined. His heart feels full, his mind blissfully calm for the first time in weeks, and he’s hit suddenly that- I think I already have.

[jackabbot]

ER (1994-2009) 2.01 • Welcome Back, Carter!

[maddiedrawz]

tilted hat duo™️

day three: parallels

[insp.]

[inafieldofdaisies]

Twisters (2024) | Tyler Owens + Merch

[paleo-vodka]

eughh

[clarkgriffon]

GOSSIP GIRL ➤ Episode Roulette 1x04 | Bad News Blair

[weezardthewizard]

You start out thinking Shane is the zany cryptid and Ryan is the sane one. And then you learn more about Ryan.

And you realize they are the same level of insane in different directions.

So you think ah, it must be Steven then! He's the genius businessman who keeps the ghoul boys in line. He must be the sane one.

And then you learn more about Steven.

[critter-of-habit]

Hear me out-

[isawjamfirst]

this has been sitting in my drafts for a while not sure if i wanna finish it

[omnishanked]

100 likes and I draw them making out (lie)

[rickeajacksons]

[youronebraincell]

They look like a gay girlband in cosplay. I love it

[paleo-vodka]

do you think you could draw Iris Dark from “From 120’s Archives” (best tales w/ her are kiss kiss fall to the dark and money game)

sorry this took forever ive been busy but heres a doodle :)) i dont have a specific design for her cuz i havent read a lot of tales with her just yet so i improvised.... i did read money game actually and im planning on reading from 120's archives too because i rly like mc&d and will most definitely draw more of Them in the future.... i also loved randominis wills and ways and i wish he finisehd it </3

[oldschoolfrp]

"Dragonmirth," Dragon magazine #154, TSR, February 1990 -- A wise use of Acme Instant Cement Mix (by Jon Carter), sticks and stones vs bones (Deryl Mitzen), and a knight's unique approach to the joust (Darin C Davis)

[diristine]

Anyways heres my Skitter design I love him the anxious man he is.

[scenesandscreens]

All of Us Strangers (2023)

Director - Andrew Haigh, Cinematography - Jamie D. Ramsay

"I know I was never good at saying it-I couldn't get the words out. But I do love you, very much. Somehow even more now that I know you."