EDITS// Dr. Gloria De Lima ( Mutuals My Reblog )

she  finds  silence  after  a  non-committal  hum.  unreactive  and  broken  into  far  worse  over  far  less  because  at  least  he  wasn't  swinging  fists  over  care.  antiseptic  soaking  into  broken  flesh,  the  scent  of  it  filled  the  air;  sharp,  clean,  trying  too  hard  to  cover  the  deeper  wounds  underneath.  like  it  always  did.  ❛  in  the  job  description  to  make  at  least  a  bit  of  fuss.  ❜  gloria  doesn't  offer  a  forced  line  of  reassurance  to  coddle  irritation  or  pride;  she  grasps  the  local  syringe  instead  and  warns.  ❛  you'll  feel  a  pinch  and  some  burning.  ❜

no  softness,  no  special  kindness.  just  the  flat,  practiced  efficiency  of  someone  who  had  seen  too  many  men  tear  themselves  apart  trying  to  prove  they  didn’t  feel  anything.  no  time  was  wasted,  of  course.  needle  unlodged  from  muscle  and  bone,  discarded  with  a  twitch  of  her  jaw.  ❛  depends  on  a  few  things  because  if  you  caught  someone's  tooth,  you'll  need  more  than  just  a  couple  stitches.   ❜  pattern  of  movement  like  the  most  practiced  dance,  no  hesitation,  no  inadequacies.  she'd  learned  the  moment  she  exchanged  one  war  zone  for  another;  overseas  or  cityscape,  there  was  no  room  for  mistakes  or  squandered  seconds.

❛  nothing  bubbled  up,  so  you're  in  the  clear.  still  need  stitches.  ❜  she  paused.  standing  to  snap  off  an  old  pair  of  gloves  for  anew.   ❛  assuming  you  want  dissolving  stitches,  save  you  another  trip  and  time  wasted.  ❜

he held no ill-will against her personally, it was the vulnerability of being exposed that made his jaw clench & his skin crawl. even with a quiet voice, he felt a tingle in his spine. a reminder that he couldn’t do this on his own. sighing through his nose, calloway raised his hand & grimaced at the movement, but it was more at the sight of the angry skin that was flushed with shades of pink & red.

his eyebrows twisted as he pinched his lips into a thin line. “ it ain’t that bad. no reason to make a damn fuss, y’know. ”

it had been his fault. calloway conveniently left that piece of information out when he came to get things checked over. but why would he admit that he lost control over his temper? the station knew he had a short fuse & it often got shorter when he was put in a room with people who pushed his buttons. if anyone was to blame, it was the suspect who went too far, but as captain jones reminded him, calloway should have been in more control. it was the same old song & dance only this time, he not only injured a suspect, he also injured himself.

“ this isn’t gonna take long, is it? ” he asked as his jaw tightened as the lights overhead buzzed in his ears making him shift in his seat.

her  hand  doesn’t  move.  it  stays  there,  over  his  chest,  over  the  heat  of  a  heart  still  BEATING,  even  if  it  feels  like  it’s  barely  holding  on.  her  fingers  curl  a  little,  as  though  she  could  press  through  flesh  and  bone  and  cradle  it  in  her  palm  with  tenderness.  ❛  what  am  i  without  my  hypocrisy?  ❜  her  smile  is  world-weary,  a  life  lived  before  she  ever  stepped  foot  into  the  emergency  department.  one  she  couldn't  shake  from  her  bones  or  broken  soul.  just  the  same,  she  couldn't  shake  off  obligations,  duty,  her  purpose  in  this  world.  ❛  i  know  we  do,  trust  me  on  that  —  ❜  a  pause  to  relinquish  touch,  if  only  to  toy  with  the  pocket  of  his  hoodie.  ❛  i'm  just  asking  for  a  day.  the  details  of  which  i  will  be  forcing  you  to  relax  and  in  turn  i  will  relax  so  it's  mutually  beneficial.  ❜

tired   eyes   flick   to   the   hand   on   his   chest   like   it's   an   open   wound.    the   warmth   of   it   hurts   and   sears   his   skin,   in   the   way   that   softness   does   when   you're   starving   for   it.    he   can't   afford   to   vanish.   too   many   people   need   him   functioning,   unflinching.    to   unravel is not an option,   not   even   at   the   seams.    “     have you ever thought about taking your own advice? ”  he   offers a small grin before shaking his head.    “     people   like   us.   we   belong   here. ” they couldn't walk away if they wanted to.

❛  i'm  going  to  wait  until  i'm  on  my  deathbed,  get  in  the  last  word  and  then  die  immediately.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @walkeddeath

Breeding Kink?

WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO, HOW ARE YOU? MY NAME IS ....HELLLLLOOO?..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................yeah though.

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.

❝ 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.  ❜

❛  never  is  not  just  a  crater  on  mars.  of  course,  it  is  a  crater  on  mars.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @putrefacerem

few  could  possibly  understand  the  depth  of  it  all,  the  uphill  BATTLE  made  of  claws  and  teeth  and  admitted  spite.  ❛  hard  to  be  soft,  tough  to  be  tender.  ❜  of  standing  toe  to  toe  with  men  twice  your  size  and  coming  out  alive  and  higher  up  than  any  of  them  could  possible  imagine.  gloria  knows  she  understands.  enough  for  her  to  offer  up  the  adage  of  something  stronger  than  beer. 

lyrical sc// @w4rwhispers

ADRIA ARJONA getting ready for the LOS FRIKIS premiere at the Miami Film Festival on April 6th, 2024

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