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Latest Posts by medicbled - Page 3
making a new oc cause why wouldn’t I ?
LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS
TRANSPORATION
one muse gives the other oral while they drive.
driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.
muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.
in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.
muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home.
while driving home after a date, they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex.
while driving in the middle of a forest, our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex.
our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break. they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear.
while at the drive in theater, muses participate in foreplay.
while at the drive in theater, muses forego watching the movie to have sex.
revenge sex in someone else’s car.
sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness.
a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road.
in an empty train car while freighthopping.
in a crowded bus, one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up.
in a private jet, on the way to a business trip.
in a private jet, on the way to a vacation spot.
one muse masturbates while the other drives.
driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation.
while one muse drives, they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves.
NATURE
sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic.
one muse holding the other up against a tree.
in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night.
in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day.
in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails.
in the bed of a truck while stargazing.
a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day.
one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them.
muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake.
inside a gazebo while it rains.
a little ways off from a hiking trail, hidden by thick foliage.
mutual masturbation while camping in a tent.
beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard.
between rows in a vineyard.
hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze.
PUBLIC
in a bar or restaurant, one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other.
in a bar or restaurant, muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home.
inside the stall of restroom in a bar.
inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant, store, club etc.)
in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.
a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road.
up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be.
inside one muses’s office.
inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to.
inside an empty church on a weekday.
one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop.
foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store.
oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet.
inside an abandoned house.
hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home.
in the middle of a park late at night.
PRIVATE
on the floor, in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm.
one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands.
in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves.
to break in a new house or apartment, boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed.
bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.
on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten.
one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano, pretty woman style.
rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom.
one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background, movie forgotten entirely.
on the balcony in early morning, where neighbors might see, but no one will likely look.
how are you holding up ? @pittmade
her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the light filters in too softly for the weight in her chest. she stifles any wryness, any iteration that MIRRORS how he might stand in her position. though to her credit, she isn't standing. legs curled over railings, her hands are still, clasped in her lap like she’s holding something fragile there. a memory, maybe. or the version of herself she used to be before the uniform, before the field kits soaked in blood, before the nights that still wake her up sweating through the sheets.
the question lingers in the air, burning through her with guilt. he asks with that arc of militant sureness and grace, but she hears the worry beneath it. ❛ some nights are louder than others. ❜ she doesn't speak it outright, doesn’t mention the dream that clung to her ribs this morning, or the way she caught herself zoning out between rounds, replaying things she can’t fix. but he knows, he always does. the way he sees her— really sees her and doesn’t flinch, doesn’t try to fix her. JUST STAYS. and as long as she's above ground, she'll do the same for him. new as it was between them, it wasn't by way of soul. a synchronicity extended by the universe to make amends for how much it worked them over.
❛ that young private on leave — ❜ it's coarse on her tongue from how it crawled up between serrated edges in her throat. her hand reached for jack, quietly and without rumination, like a reflex her body had already absorbed into its DNA. ❛ he reminded me of someone, felt like losing them all over again. ❜
OH SHE ANGSTY TONIGHT. somebody fix it. help. HELLLLP.
her hand lingers on his chest longer than it should. like she’s not sure whether she’s holding him BACK or holding him UP. the heat beneath her palm is blistering, not from his rage, no...she’s felt that before, watched it shatter men like glass. it's something older, deeper — that relentless ache between them that never stops, only roots and blooms stronger than the last time. there's nothing made of coldness in her eyes, they never are with him and maybe that's part of why she's letting it all CRUSH her. they’re tired, though. tired in that bone-deep way that comes from years of standing just outside the life she maybe could’ve had by some shift of luck. but that's not made for people like her, rewards for unforgivable deeds. ❛ no... fuck, i don't know! ❜
and there it is. that band hitting the dim lighting just enough to coax every bit of guilt eating her from the inside out to the surface. gloria stares, choking down penance and letting the barbed wire cut into her throat. the worst part was that it never stopped her. not once. she pulls her hand back, cradling it like a third-degree burn against her chest. a step back, but it doesn't matter how far she goes, he'll always HAUNT her and she'll always let him. ❛ i don't know what to do, you're not mine. ❜ the fight in her voice is gone, and what's left is so much worse. a quiet devastation, worn thin at the edges. trembled in dewy honey eyes, her arms thrown up with a defeat she can't escape. she could imagine it as some surge of fading adrenaline, from de-escalating impending dread. from the even more fucked up part of her that wanted frank to pummel that handsy fuck into the dirt. but it's so much more than that. ❛ i don't do it to hurt you. ❜ almost a plea, entirely mournful. ❛ i have to remind myself that there's a world outside of you, frank, cause if i don't, i'll keep drowning in you. ❜
anger doesn't just simmer inside him, it boils over — violent, clawing at his chest like something alive. one minute he's nursing a drink with the squad, laughter buzzing around him. the next, he spots the brunette locked in some stranger's orbit, their bodies too close. he watches the guy's hand slide from her arm to the curve of her waist, and something in him snaps. now, he’s the center of gravity — surrounded by too many eyes, all waiting for the kind of show that starts with a punch and ends with smears of blood on the asphalt. it doesn't come to that, thanks to gloria.
palm pressed to his chest, he tears his gaze from the man walking away and leans back against the wall, shaking his head like it might clear the heat rising in his throat. the words are there, coiled tight, but they won’t come out — not when she’s looking at him like that, not with the weight of the ring on his finger. “ what do you mean i can't? what the hell do you want me to do, gloria? you want me to sit back and smile while he has his hands all over you?. ” right now, he wishes the other guy would've swung at him. it would've given him a reason to let the poison out, to crack his knuckles on his skull and stake his claim on her, somehow. “ why do you always gotta do that shit in front of me. ” the anger’s still there, but it’s dulled now — muted by something heavier. that quiet, bitter frustration he saves for himself. the kind he’s been carrying too long, the kind that keeps him up at night with the thought of her.
I want to know what everyone’s muses FYP looks like cause Gloria’s is : bodega cats, 90s nostalgia and dad bod thirst traps…are they also masked… no comment.
∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . @nashmed
a rare lull, caught between extremities of boundless chaos. IDLENESS WAS A CURSE for gloria. her body and psyche shaped by battlefronts and flipping off death in the midst of carnage. she’s molded into it, spine rigid with war and pushing through on the home front. loss gathers in her throat, clawing its way up until chokes it all back down. she’ll carry it home and fall apart, save anyone the burden of picking her off the floor. because if she sits with her sorrow long enough, it might bury her.
she’s about to move, about to shuffle back up when the slight weight of a head positions in her lap. she exhales an amused chuff. ❛ you good ?❜ instinctive in how her body shuffles to offer comfort to the other. back of her palm flat against forehead to check for fever — gloria was reminded of her grandmother then, all that was missing was a hearty slathering of vick’s to solve all manner of ailments. unfortunately, they never covered such methods in med school or combat training. ❛ or do you need another second? ❜
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles . )
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them . ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . ∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together . ∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . ∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table . ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way . ∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room . ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back . ∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face . ∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game . ∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . ∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television . ∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together . ∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . ∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . ∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face . ∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . ∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
❛ i could have been easier on you. ❜ admittance turned over, softly spun by the same bedside manner she'd developed since her FAREWELL TO ARMS. she shrugs gently and twists around in the exam room, prepping her station for sutures. concern knits her brows, a thousand questions hiding, but nothing said. what bar? how far his mouth ran before the fist hit? how many punches he got in?
lyrical sc//@frthestars ( bradley )
❛ there ain’t language for the things i’ve seen. ❜
Hello, consider this my dynamics, mains, affiliate and all that fun stuff call. there’s a couple shippy things I have brewing in my head but they’re not mandatory and she could use other dynamics as well.
Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018
one thing about gloria is that, she loves very intensely. it isn’t something fleeting that can be turned on an off like a faucet. yes, she can have a one night stand but it won’t mean a single thing to her…she won’t even get off. if she has feelings for someone and she isn’t sure they’d want her because they have not shown anywhere close to signs she would recognize, she won’t do a damn thing. but back to the point, they might not be able to handle the level of love she has to give. it’s consuming, it comes from the perspective of someone that leaves claw marks in things because she can’t hold onto things. people die, people fade and time is a luxury.
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough // @pittmade
she'd uttered his name, light brushing over his form in feathery strokes. her limbs followed, wrapped in 8a8179HIS SCENT, his shirt, any part of him she could press to her skin. all-encompassing as the arm that reaches out to ensnare the willing. gloria lands in his lap with a soft exhale, the worry of her brow and part of her lips silenced by the heat of his embrace. her palms found his shoulders, pressing gently on the knots of tension he carried like every burden of duty without complaint. his mouth on hers is not careful. it’s not patient. it’s frantic. a hunger she is fluent in. one with no earthly comparison or poetic scripture because it was only meant to exist between them. the prettiest stranger she'd thought of in passing over years of carnage and heartache made her own. all the suffering and war beneath her palm, and he was life breathed anew.
her hands are buried in his hair, dragging him closer like she can crawl inside him if she clings hard enough. always close, closer still and begging for more because it's still never enough. gloria can feel the bloom of sweet bruises beneath the imprint of his fingertips. handfuls and mania, trying to decipher where to touch and craving all at once. she understands the same instinct that hums almost violently beneath her flesh. her ribcage, cracked open to a heart and soul that finds purpose with the one who makes it all whole.
there is nothing subtle in how they dance. all fire, all intensity carried through the working of lips and tongue— AND TEETH. a dizziness that crowds every thought, she has no use for anything outside of him. every molecule, every drop of blood in her veins, screamed — ❛ jack. ❜ caught between a shattered breath and the frenzied serpentine roll of her hips. forehead pressed to his, her lips catching his in short bursts of unyielding devotion. entwined soul reaching out by the way she searches his gaze for any turmoil she was prepared to chase from his psyche. ❛ give it all to me, i'm here. let me take it. ❜
❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞ // frank @weaponid
of course, frank would show up like this. LIKE A THREAT, like a memory she hadn’t invited but couldn’t forget. gloria doesn't flinch, she never does. not for violence, not for men like frank, and certainly not for words spat like warning shots. but still, there’s a shift in posture, a tension strung too tightly in her spine, her jaw locked up. the man was smart enough, at least reading the tone far from idle in the promise of action. he walked off with a bruised ego and utterance of a half-assed apology in his wake. gloria doesn't watch him go; her eyes are on frank. ❛ fuck sakes, frank, you don't get to do that! ❜
her palm is firm, flat against his chest and pushing back on the immovable force. she'd gotten good jabs in before, but there was no need to cast a larger spotlight on them. and she presses into that rage humming inside him, steps in rhythm and away from prying eyes and forming bodies around the commotion. the part of herself that still aches for him wrestles with the anger towards that feeling. past bone and marrow, cutting into her dna and whatever the empty sky deemed sufficient for a soul. it all stirs beneath her ribcage, something that wants to remember instead of survive on scraps. ❛ you can't threaten everyone that breathes near me, you don't have that kind of privilege. ❜
JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS
feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language, threats and implied violence.
to each other:
❝ you’re mine. only mine. ❞
❝ i’m all yours. ❞
❝ mine. ❞
❝ yours. ❞
❝ we belong to each other. ❞
❝ you belong to me. ❞
❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞
❝ i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine. ❞
❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞
❝ no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. you’re it. you’re all i want. ❞
❝ i chose you. and i need you to trust that my decision is final. trust me. ❞
❝ wait are you jealous? ❞
❝ aw, baby. it’s cute when you’re jealous. ❞
❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞
❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞
❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞
❝ no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to. ❞
❝ stop— it’s okay. they’re not worth your anger. just kiss me. ❞
❝ stop saying i’m jealous. i’m not— i just. i don’t like having to share. ❞
❝ i’m not jealous, who said i’m jealous? ❞
❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞
❝ show everyone who i belong to. ❞
❝ i’m gonna remind them you’re mine. ❞
❝ i want everyone here to see that you’re mine. ❞
❝ i want everyone here to see that i’m yours. ❞
❝ hey— look at me. why are you all upset? ❞
❝ you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention. ❞
❝ they don’t deserve you— i don’t deserve you. but at least i’m aware of it. ❞
❝ i promise there’s no one else. you have my heart completely. ❞
❝ hey, is this asshole bothering you? ❞
❝ tell me you’re mine. ❞
to a third party:
❝ get the fuck away from them! ❞
❝ look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything. ❞
❝ don’t you dare touch them. ❞
❝ yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away. ❞
❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞
❝ you heard them, get lost. ❞
❝ lucky for you, i don’t wanna ruin their night. but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate. ❞
❝ you wanna lose a limb? beat it, fucker. ❞
❝ see, i woulda left it alone. but you made them fucking cry. so now you’re gonna lose your eyes. ❞
❝ hey, they said ‘no.’ ❞
❝ hey asshole, shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up. ❞
❝ what did you just say to them, you little shit? ❞
❝ oh yeah. now you’re all quiet. not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room, huh? ❞
❝ get lost. ❞
❝ go. ❞
❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞
❝ get the fuck outta their face. ❞
❝ hey, that’s enough. ❞
actions:
[ CLAIM ] for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips.
[ HOLD ] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.
[ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.
[ STAKE ] for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party.
[ RESCUE ] for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable.
[ CHASE ] for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness.
[ TENSION ] for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other.
[ STOP ] for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them.
[ MEND ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them.
[ SCOLD ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them.
[ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.
[ TAKE ] for one muse to passionately kiss the other, fueled by jealousy.
[ TAUNT ] for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively.
[ REMIND ] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.
[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy.
[ LINKED ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim.
[ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner.
DR. MALIK AMARI STATUS: DECEASED. KEY NOTES: she wears a lot of his things; more specifically, a pair of his sunglasses and a braided leather bracelet. there are many things of his she keeps as mementos ( an bottle of his cologne she can't bring herself to smell, a few journals ) but most was given back to his family. gloria went through a lot of therapy to come to terms with and accept her grief. While Malik is someone she will carry forever, it does not keep her from giving all of herself to loving someone else. she does not bear his loss as a punishment for anyone who loves her. she will never make a single comparison or hold anyone to the standards set by malik. he is a component of her dedication to practice and a beautiful piece of her.
Gloria met Malik through her sister-in-law ( cat ), as he was part of her graduating class. his field of study was general surgery, but he changed his specialty to pediatric surgery, reflecting his character and the depths of a very caring, poetic heart. it was a slow start, but no less significant.
gloria was fresh out of her honourable discharge as a combat medic, nursing internal and external wounds as she began medical school, and he was at the start of his residency. their first conversation was of poetry wherein he teased her accent when she spoke arabic, and she shot back that his spanish could use some work. malik, in his smooth matter of existence, used this as a segway to pursue her because they would help one another speak the respective languages better. gloria agreed and from there, malik taught her that love could be patient, it could be gentle, but no less passionate.
he cradled her heartache and gave it a safe place to begin mending. they were living together within eight months of dating. he had proposed after a year and a half but they made the promise to wait until she began her residency to get married. nearly four years together, a home, a vast collection of records, literature, travel and trinkets.
malik completed his residency and was offered a position in New York, but he would accept it only after another tour with Doctors Without Borders. he and gloria had spent two summers volunteering. it was not out of the norm, not out of character for either. important for the proud son of a Palestinian mother to offer all he could back to what she had sacrificed. there were children around the world wrapped up in chaos beyond their control. malik went, gloria had stayed behind to begin her residency and their wedding date was reserved for his return.
malik never came home. he, along with several other practitioners, nurses and medics, were killed or injured by way of American-made bombs dropped in Syria. gloria would carry the rest of her residency in silent greif, detached from everyone around her to focus on her job, focus on others, focus on every other person outside of herself.
If I gave back her dead fiancé tho !?? What then ? It would absolutely be more angst, I know but it would solidify her choice to leave the military cause it was brother, KIA , best friend KIA, fiancée, bombed by American weapons while working for Doctors Without Borders so you know….how mean can I be to her ?
can you please just get some sleep? @rbnvtch
she’s still in scrubs, dried blood at the cuff, someone else's because it always is. she hasn’t even sat down yet, like the act of resting might SHATTER the fragile balance she’s maintaining even in her own home. ❛ sleep feels like quitting. ❜ there’s no bite to it, just the quiet confession of someone who’s been running on adrenaline and habit for too long. someone who learned long ago that stillness invites the memories to catch up. the ones she couldn't stitch shut, carried from battlefields and in broken bodies she couldn’t save.
in her eyes, behind the exhaustion is a flicker of guilt because it matters to him that she rests, and that’s almost harder to carry than fatigue. she doesn't know how to say what she wants. doesn't know how to take without giving everything she has right back. she shifts her weight, fingers brushing the back of her neck like she’s trying to rub out something deeper than muscle tension. then, quietly, like surrender with a ragged edge, ❛ stay. ❜ almost like a plea.
please just let me help you. @pittmade
the adrenaline still pulses like mortar fire in her ears, the sheets had tangled tight around her waist, unravled in the abruptness when she lept from bed. her breath comes in short, calculated bursts, the kind meant to hide the panic, not soothe it. A SURVIVAL RHYTHMN, a trick she learned in tents and triage units under foreign skies. eversteady hands tremble and fumble with the script. that emergency bottle to sit beneath her tongue and chase away reflections of war. she hasn’t cried, she doesn’t, not even now, but her body feels like it wants to. not out of fear. not anymore. but exhaustion, a deep marrow-tiredness that never fades, just gets buried under scrubs and charts and too much coffee.
please just let me help you.
it’s the way he says it, like a quiet promise in the dark, like he’s offering her a place to land instead of a spotlight to stand under. guilt tears through sinew and soul. no one had ever seen her like this; the burden she'd refused to unleash upon the unknowing, the unwilling. she slept so well beside him, no issues arising until the inevitable push against her ribs to recall. her eyes meet his, not fully, not yet, but just the edge of him in the ambient light of her bathroom. honey eyes far away, attempting to find her HOME again. the bottle nearly crushed in her hand as she followed the sound of his voice. she caught the warmth of his scent and reached for him. something in the most broken parts of her being following his imprint of energy like a ship to harbour in a winter storm. ❛ jack. ❜ a voice so raw, so haunted, crawling back to life. gloria is pressed to him, instinct of spirit sought and driving action. ❛ i'm sorry, i'm sorry. ❜ muffled against his chest, but she breathes, finally.
i said i'm fine, please just drop it. @huntedgod
she watches him, not with judgment but with an EERIE STILLNESS she can't help sometimes. it's made of too-long nights and losses that strangle the psyche too much to be untangled. her hands are steady. always have been, whether wrapping gauze or holding the weight of someone else’s truth, they never hesitate. but now, they rest on the table, fingers curled slightly inward like she’s bracing for something she can’t touch.
I'M FINE. she knows that one. said it herself with a tournoquit pulled taut between her teeth, said it over bodies under fluorescent lights and pools of blood in the sand. she said it until the words stopped meaning anything— so she doesn’t argue. ❛ yeah, alright. ❜ she then lets the silence fill the space like steam in a closed room. thick, warm, unavoidable as her instincts continue to press. slowly, she shifts her weight forward, elbows resting on the table as she presses up and off to her feet.
❛ can you at least let me look at your hand? ❜ her voice is quiet but insistent. ❛ last thing you want is a fight bite. ❜
EDITS// dr. gloria de lima ( mutuals my reblog )
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts centered around saying "please". feel free to modify phrasing as desired. )
please just be honest with me.
oh, please explain how this is my fault.
please don't look at me like that.
please, let's not do this here.
for once, could you please stop pretending?
please just kiss me, i can't stand it.
please don't walk away from this.
all you have to do is say please.
please, i dare you to try and stop me.
please don't tell anyone i said that.
i said please, so technically you have to say yes.
please tell me you brought snacks.
please don't take this the wrong way.
please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.
i said i'm fine, please just drop it.
please don't lie just to make me feel better.
please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.
please just let me help you.
if you love me, say it. please.
just stay here with me all day. pleaase?
please don't ruin this for me.
please just leave me out of it.
tell me you love me ... please.
can you please slow down?
please tell me there's still a chance.
can you please just get some sleep?
please, i don't want to lose you again.
i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.
please don't make fun of me.
i want you to leave. please leave right now.
please, it's nothing.
i don't like to beg, but... please.
pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.
tell me it's a lie. please.
come on, please? just this once?
please don't jump to assumptions.
please, [ name ], just stay here.
you promised ... please.
please. i need you to trust me.
please don't go.
i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.
please, let me fix this.
did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?
please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.
oh please, as if you've never done it.
don't ask me to choose. please.
please don't tell them where i am.
saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.
please? ... pretty please?
please don't make me beg.
please tell me i'm wrong.
can you please give me a hand with this?