So I just came up with this: what if one day you check your email and find the surprise that Robby sent you a letter while he's on his sabbatical?🥺
I feel that Robby's handwriting is somewhat sloppy, with a cursive that changes to print at times; I feel you can see when something really affects him, as it seems like he presses the pencil harder. (or so I imagine, I feel that Jack, on the other hand, writes everything in print)
Let me know what you think, and if you'd like, I can make you "personalized letters."🫂✨
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Hi, sorry for yelling and the distraction, I just wanted to get your attention 😋
Okay, so the situation is this: I want to write a story/book... whatever, but I never manage to finish it because I can't think of anything or I don't like how it turns out.😔
So I came up with the following: You tell me what you would like to read (whatever it is!) and I get inspired by what you want to read!
I would like to upload the chapters to the orange app (w@ttp@D) and you tell me if you like it, or what you think will happen!
Before anyone starts criticizing me...no, I'm not looking for you to tell me like "make a story where the character is like this and this happens to him and then he does that."
I just want to hear what you like to read, what you enjoy, what you would like to happen in a story, what kind of stories you like!
I just want to connect with more people who like what I write and have fun following a story...So that's all!
living during the apocalypse is hard to begin with, it's even worse when you have an autoimmune disease like bambi. rick and bambi have been a couple since before the world fell apart, and they've found themselves in the worst conditions they've had to withstand so far. the longer she goes without proper hydration and nourishment the worse her symptoms are becoming. he's not sure how much longer he can take seeing her so weak (3,783 word count).
content warnings, but there's not much to warn about lol
f!reader, chronic illness!reader, established relationship, attentive!rick, caretaker!rick, season5!rick, bearded!rick, use of good girl, fainting/syncope spells, sister figure!michonne, mentions of death/violence, mentions of starvation/dehydration, this will follow the majority of the canon plot and include spoilers (but judith doesn't exist), let me know if i forgot anything x
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i have POTS and i've daydreamed a lot about what rick would be like with a chronically ill gf. this is what i think he'd be like. also i basically just use the name bambi instead of y/n cause it gets annoying typing y/n over and over, so imagine her however you'd like :)
Rick was on edge. Not only were his insides gnawing at him for food, but the whole center of his universe, Bambi, was sick. Rick’s fingers absentmindedly combed through Bambi’s hair as he stared blankly at the ground. Her head was resting on his lap as she slept. His mind was trying to conjure solutions to get more supplies, or more importantly more food and water. Before the world went to shit the best way to help Bambi’s symptoms was for her to drink as much water as possible. She’d only had a few measly sips today and it was paying the price.
They didn’t have the medications she used to take for her condition anymore either, they had run out after a few months, and their only options to make her feel better were hydration and nourishment. She didn’t have either right now and hasn’t for a long time. Rick could handle the hunger and thirst, he would suffer through it if it meant Bambi had more food and water for herself. He had been lying to her and telling her he already had his portions when he was actually mixing his in with hers and only eating and drinking enough so his organs wouldn’t fail. Rick could handle starvation and dehydration. But he couldn't handle seeing Bambi so sick and weak.
Her face was now constantly pale and green with an unrelenting tremble in her limbs. Her body pains were nearly unbearable and she was having presyncope spells (the sensation of fainting or very nearly losing consciousness) multiple times a day. Rick was so worried he could hardly keep his cool, wanting to smash someone's skull in as if that would do anything, but he knew he had to keep calm for her sake. Rick wasn't the only one who was worried. Everyone in the group loved Bambi like family, and seeing her so vulnerable made everyone's already protective natures grow tenfold.
Bambi's head stirred on Rick's lap as the barn doors creaked open and Maggie called to the group. Rick rubbed his thumb gently on her head, encouraging her to keep resting.
"Everyone… this is Aaron," Maggie announces. At the sound of a stranger's name, Rick's head flew in the direction of the door. He quickly, but gently, lifted Bambi's head off his lap and rose to his feet while drawing his gun, "We met him outside, he's by himself. We took his weapons and we took his gear," Maggie reassures everyone as Daryl patted the man down. Bambi sat up curiously. Rick stood right in front of her, blocking her partially from view while Michonne stood on Rick's left. They made a collective barrier between the stranger and Bambi who was peeking around Rick's legs at the newcomer. Aaron looked around wearily as everyone in the group stared him down, making it clear if he even moved too quickly he'd be on the ground with a bullet in his head.
"Hi," Aaron said, his tone unsure and weary, "It's nice to meet you," he continued as he took a step in the direction of Rick, Bambi, and Michonne to shake their hands. Everyone flanked around him, clearly not wanting him any closer to Bambi. Rick lifted his gun with a threatening tilt of his head as if he was challenging him to move any closer.
"You said he had a weapon?" Rick asks Maggie, disregarding Aaron's greeting. As Maggie walked over to Rick to hand it to him, he holstered his gun, still standing protectively in front of Bambi. Rick inspected the gun before making a show of counting the number of bullets in the gun before tucking the weapon into the waistband of his jeans, "There somethin' you need?" Rick questions Aaron, his voice husky and intimidating.
"He has a camp nearby," Sasha speaks up, "He wants us to audition for membership," she says with a disbelieving glance towards Aaron.
"I wish there was another word. Audition makes it sound like we're some kind of dance troupe. That's only on Friday nights," Aaron jokes, trying to ease the crushing tension in the barn. Yet nobody so much as smiled. Realizing nobody was interested in small talk or jokes he shook his head slightly, "And it's not a camp. It's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions, but it's not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home." he explains but nobody says a word. Rick was still staring at Aaron with an unruly gaze, "I know. If I were you I wouldn't go either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into," Aaron swallows nervously and looks over at Sasha, "Sasha can you hand Rick my pack?"
Bambi bristles slightly as Aaron uses their names, meaning he has been watching them for a long time, "Front pocket, there's an envelope." Aaron instructs as Rick kneels beside Bambi to look inside the backpack. Bambi leans closer to try to look inside the pack as well, "There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community" Aaron acknowledged before motioning to the pack, "That's why I brought those." he says as Rick pulled out a yellow envelope. Bambi rested her cheek against his shoulder as he listened to Aaron explain things further, "I apologize in advance for the picture quality. We just found an old camera store last--"
Daryl cuts him off, "Nobody gives a shit." he says gruffly.
"You're absolutely 100% right," he says to Daryl before turning back towards Rick who had started to pull pictures out of the envelope, the images all fuzzy and low quality. The top one was a picture of tall, braced walls, "That's the first picture I wanted to show you because nothing I say about our community will matter unless you know you'll be safe."
Bambi glanced up at Rick, trying to decipher what he thought. Rick looked at her briefly before looking back down at the pictures, "If you join us you will be. Each panel in that wall is a 15-foot high, 12-foot wide slab of solid steel framed by cold-rolled steel beams and square tubing," Aaron continues to explain as Rick rises to his feet, resting a hand on Bambi's back so she wouldn't bump her chin on his knee or something as he stood up, "Nothing alive or dead gets through that without our say-so."
Michonne looks over Rick's shoulder at the pictures as Aaron continues to make his pitch. Everyone was glancing around each other as if trying to communicate telepathically, trying to tell if the others believed his story or not, "Like I said, security is obviously important. In fact, there's only one resource more critical to our community's survival. The people. Together we're strong. You can make us even stronger."
Rick glanced down at Bambi, then over at Michonne, before he started walking briskly towards Aaron who was still babbling on about the pictures. Bambi's eyebrows furrowed as Rick advanced towards Aaron, not entirely sure what he was doing, and then Rick swung hard, connecting his fist with Aaron's jaw. Bambi's eyes widened slightly as Aaron fell to the ground, knocked out cold.
"Why'd you do that?" Bambi asks incredulously. He didn't even give Aaron a chance to finish explaining.
"We gotta secure him, dump his pack," Rick instructs Carl, "Let's see what this guy really is. Everybody else we need eyes in every direction. They're coming for us. We might not know how or when, but they are." Rick barks at the group. Bambi begins to rise to her feet and Rick immediately walks back over to her in two quick strides, "Sit back down, you don't need to be on your feet," he said firmly, gripping her arm to encourage her to sit back down. Bambi exchanged a glance with Michonne, who had sent her a meaningful 'talk to him' look.
"What if he's telling the truth?" Bambi asks Rick, staying on her feet even as he tries to force her to sit back down, "We gotta at least hear him out."
"Me and Sasha, we didn't see him. If he had wanted to hurt us, he could've," Maggie pipes up as well. Rick disregarded Maggie's words, snaking his arms beneath Bambi's thighs to lift her and walk her over to a nearby crate before setting her down on it and sending her a firm 'stay put' look.
"Anybody see anything?" Rick asks the group. Bambi glared up at him, even as he planted a kiss on the top of her head, seemingly not caring she was irritated with him.
"Just a lot of places to hide," Glenn says as he looks out one of the peepholes in the barn walls. Rick yanked over another small crate and lifted Bambi's feet to set them on it.
"Keep 'em elevated," he murmured to Bambi before turning back to Glenn, "All right, keep looking," Rick commanded before turning towards Carl who had been stifling through Aaron's backpack, "What'd you find?"
Carl hands him a flare gun, "Never seen a gun like that before," Carl mutters as Rick pops open the gun to see what type of ammo it holds. When he realized it was a flare gun his eyes darkened. Was this bastard waiting for the chance to signal his group so they could ambush them? That wasn't an option for Rick, not with Bambi so sick and weak. On good days she could hold her own just fine, but good days were few and far between for her now. Rick stalked over to Aaron. Maggie was holding a wet cloth against his head as he slowly came to.
"That's a hell of a right cross there, Rick," Aaron chuckles dryly, barely able to lift his head off the dirty floor of the barn.
"Sit him up," Rick says lowly, clutching the flare gun tightly in his hand.
"I think it's better if--" Maggie began to argue when Aaron cut her off.
"It's okay," Aaron mutters with a groan.
"He's fine, sit him up," Rick says again, not caring if Aaron is fine or not.
"You're being cautious, I completely understand," Aaron says after he sits up with another pained groan.
"How many of your people are out there? You have a flare gun," Rick says, holding the gun up so Aaron and everyone else can see it. Bambi shifts nervously on the crate, maybe Rick was right and this guy was trying to double cross them, "You have it to signal your people. How many of them are there?"
Aaron sighs, "Does it matter?"
"Yes. Yes, it does," Rick says, making it clear he wasn't asking. He needed to know how many people were out there.
"I mean, of course, it matters how many people are actually out there, but does it matter how many people I tell you are out there? Because I'm pretty sure no matter what number I say… 8, 32, 444, zero… no matter what I say you're not going to trust me." Aaron says decisively.
"Well, it's hard to trust anyone who smiles after getting punched in the face," Rick quips.
"How about a guy who leaves bottles of water for you in the road?" Aaron argued. Daryl looked back at the couple of water bottles they had found in his pack.
"How long you people been following us?" Daryl demands gruffly. It had been days since they found the container of water bottles in the road. Rick glanced back at Bambi briefly, mad at himself for not noticing they had been followed and possibly putting her at risk.
"Long enough to see that you practically ignore a pack of roamers on your trail. Long enough to see that despite a lack of food and water, you never turned on each other. You're survivors and you're people. Like I said, and I hope you won't punch me for saying it again, that is the most important resource in the world," Aaron emphasized and Rick stepped closer to him.
"How many others are out there?" he demands calmly.
"One," Aaron answers and Rick shakes his head with a slight smile, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. If it's not words, if it's not pictures, what would it take to convince you that this is for real? What if I drove you to the community, all of you? We leave now, we'll get there by lunch."
"I'm not sure how all of us are going to fit in the car you and your one friend drove down here in," Rick says, trying to poke holes in Aaron's story. Bambi nibbled on her bottom lip, feeling conflicted. This man seemed sincere, but after so long of watching your back it's hard to take what people say at face value. If they're lying it could end with someone, or everyone, getting killed. Not to mention Bambi could barely see or think straight, she could feel another fainting spell coming on.
"We drove separately. If we found a group, we wanted to be able to bring them all home. There's enough room for all of us," Aaron insists.
"And you're parked just a couple miles away, right?" Carol asks.
"East on Ridge Road, just after you hit Route 16. We wanted to get them closer, but then the storm came and blocked the road. We couldn't clear it," Aaron explains.
"Yeah, you've really thought this through," Rick mutters, still not buying it.
"Rick, if I wanted to ambush you, I'd do it here. You know, light the barn on fire while you slept, pick you off as you ran out the only exit. You can trust me," Aaron promises.
Bambi could feel her limbs starting to tremble more than they already were, her vision going black around the edges as her throat began to tighten. She shakily got off of the crate she was sitting on, not wanting to fall backward and bang her head when she fainted. Carl instinctively reached to help her sit on the ground.
"Dad it's happening again," Carl says urgently as Bambi begins to struggle to keep her eyes open and slouched against him. Rick's gaze snapped in Bambi's direction and hastily walked over to her.
He dropped to the ground beside her, instantly cradling her against his chest, "You're alright baby, I'm right here," he tried to soothe her as she began to hyperventilate. Her breathing often picked up before she passed out like her throat was tightening and limiting her airflow. She couldn't slow it if she tried, "Try to relax, I'm right here. I'll be right here holdin' you the whole time until you wake back up," Rick insists as Bambi's eyes involuntarily drift shut and her breaths puffed out in short staccatos. Rick's hand cradled the base of her skull while the other curled around her to keep her from falling off his lap.
"I'm trying," she gasps out, her voice strained, "Can't open my eyes."
"I know, it's okay. Just let it happen," Rick coos, his grip tightening as her body began to tremble more, another common occurrence before she passed out. Aaron watched the scene curiously, asking what was wrong with her but Michonne quickly shushed him. Maggie had already gotten up to grab one of the few bottles of water, knowing Bambi would need it when the spell passed. Bambi's body finally went limp in Rick's grip and he sighed shakily, readjusting his hold on her to feel the pulse on her neck. Feeling her heartbeat gave him comfort when this happened, a reminder that even though she was unconscious she was alive.
Aaron glanced around the room, looking for any understanding as to what was happening, but nobody seemed overly alarmed, as if this was a common occurrence. Maggie crouched down beside Rick, holding the bottle of water in her hands. "She's startin' to come back," Maggie mutters, noticing the change in her breathing. Rick glanced over at Aaron, making sure he hadn't moved, even though everyone else was still circled around the room watching him. Rick began to rub her back as she came to, her eyes opening slightly.
"Hey baby, everything's alright," Rick soothes her, kissing her forehead, "It's all done," he coos, "My brave girl," he whispered against her forehead for only Bambi to hear. When her eyes began to look a bit more focused Rick nodded at Maggie, who then held the water bottle up to Bambi's lips so she could take a few sips. Rick continued to mutter encouragements and soothing words into Bambi's ear, rubbing her back and gently massaging her scalp.
"I'll check out the cars," Michonne says now that Bambi seems more stable.
"There aren't any cars," Rick grumbled, sending Michonne a disapproving look despite his gentleness towards Bambi who was still leaning against him, taking a few more sips of water that Maggie offered.
"There's only one way to find out," Michonne argues with a determined glint in her eye.
"We don't need to find out," Rick snaps.
"We do," Michonne insists, "You know what you know and you're sure of it, but I'm not."
"Me neither," Maggie agrees from her spot beside Bambi and Rick.
"Your way is dangerous, mine isn't," Rick shakes his head, readjusting his hold on Bambi to keep her firmly against him.
"Passing up someplace where we can live? Where Carl can live? Or where Bambi can live without having to make herself sick? That's pretty dangerous," Michonne protested before standing straighter to show how serious she was, "We need to find out what this is. We can handle ourselves. So that's what we're gonna do." she said firmly, leaving no room for argument. Michonne glanced down at Bambi who was cradled against Rick, limp in his lap like she was too weak to move, before looking back up at Rick meaningfully. A silent reminder of her own concern for Bambi's health.
"Then I will too. I'll go," Glenn says. Rick shook his head for a moment, as if he was going to protest, then looked over his shoulder at Abraham.
"I'll walk with them," Abraham says, pushing off the wall of the barn to go over to Michonne and Glenn. Rick then turned to Rosita and she agreed to go as well.
"If there's trouble, you got enough firepower?" Rick asks them.
"We got what we got," Glenn sighs and Rick reaches behind him to grab Aaron's gun out of the waistband of his pants and handed it to Glenn without jostling Bambi too much, "The walkies are out of juice. If you're not back in 60 minutes we'll come. Which might be just what they want." Rick says as the group begins to leave the barn to keep watch outside for any signs of trouble. Rick carefully lifted Bambi into his arms and walked over to a measly pile of straw they had used for a bed the night before. He gently set her down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Try to get some shut eye okay? I'll be right here if it happens again," Rick murmurs soothingly, resting his hand on the side of her face. Bambi nods, lying down on the straw. She always felt exhausted after these spells. Rick made sure her shirt covered the expanse of her torso so the straw wouldn't itch her, making sure she was covered and as comfortable as possible before walking over to the door of the barn to peer out for any sign of danger.
"When the world was still the world, I worked for an NGO. Our mission was to deliver medicine and food to the Niger River Delta. Bad people pointed guns in my face every other week. You're not bad people. You're not going to kill us. And we are definitely not going to kill you," Aaron says.
"Just because we're good people doesn't mean we won't kill you," Rick mutters, still looking out the crack in the barn door, "If the five of them aren't back in an hour… I'll put a knife in the base of your skull," Rick said with an eerily calm tone of voice before shutting the barn door and walking over to his backpack. He had found some electrolyte packets a few weeks ago and had been rationing them for Bambi. As he dug through the bag only to find empty packets he sighed shakily, running his hand over his face. Taking them after these spells helped her bounce back quicker.
"I don't know if asking will earn me another punch in the face but… clearly your girlfriend isn't well," Aaron said hesitantly and Rick looked up at him, his eyes turning into a deadly glint, "I don't know what's wrong with her but from all the electrolyte packet wrappers in your bag I take it Gatorade might help her?" Aaron swallowed nervously, afraid he would somehow set Rick off, "There's a half-drunk bottle in my pack. I'm sure you saw it in there." Rick only looked at him, before grabbing Bambi's backpack to see if she had any packets left. Knowing Aaron had been following them, Rick was worried he knew that Bambi was sick and the Gatorade was a trick, "This isn't a trick. This isn't about trying to make you like me. I just want to help." Aaron insists. Rick sighs again and glances over at Bambi who is watching them with droopy eyes.
Rick rose to his feet and grabbed the half-drunk bottle of Gatorade off the crate they had used to put Aaron's stuff on before walking back over to Aaron and holding out the bottle in front of him with a raised eyebrow, "She's not drinkin' this until I know it's not poisoned or some shit. Take a sip," Rick says firmly. Aaron sighs and leans forward to take a swig of Gatorade. Satisfied Aaron didn't immediately die or spit it out after, he walked back over to Bambi and helped her sit up, "Drink this baby, it'll help you feel better," Rick encouraged, holding the bottle to her lips. As Bambi takes a few sips Rick kisses the top of her head, "Good girl."
"We have a big community. Medical supplies, medicine… we have the means to help her if you'd let us. You'd have your own place to live where she can be safe and regain her strength," Aaron tries to reason and Rick glances down at his watch.
"You got 43 minutes," he mutters before focusing back on Bambi who was sipping on the Gatorade.
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I know this may not be the place, but I need to talk this over with someone who doesn't know me. I'm so tired, angry and sad, I feel like everything that happens to me is a comedy.
I'm 21 years old, I've never had a boyfriend, last year I started talking to a boy I liked, he asked me out many times, we hugged, we talked almost every day, we played games every night...AND yesterday I saw that he liked a post on IG where he basically said that he likes femboys...Last night I couldn't stop crying.
I hate that all this is happening to me. I'm not pretty, boys don't talk to me... I'm so sad. I don't seem to have any luck with these things.
Hiiiii hru?? I hope you're doing well! I saw that requests were open (if not, sorry, just ignore this) I would love to read something where Javier Peña saves the reader (for example from Pablo who kidnapped her) something with a lot of angst😭
Thank you in advance🥹🫂
Caught in the Crossfire
Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader
Word Count: 1336 | requests are open
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The humid air hung heavy in the dilapidated warehouse, thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and the acrid bite of gunpowder. Your wrists throbbed, raw and stinging where the coarse rope bit into your skin, the knots tightened with a brutality that mirrored the situation. Pablo Escobar's voice, a chilling baritone laced with venomous amusement, cut through the tense silence.
"You think she's bait enough to lure Peña here?" he sneered, his eyes, cold and calculating, sweeping over you like a predator assessing its prey. "That American DEA agent, he'll come running. Like a dog to a bone."
You swallowed hard, the metallic taste of fear coating your tongue. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the chaos around you. But you refused to let him see your fear. To give him the satisfaction of knowing he had broken you. You met his gaze with a defiant stare, your eyes blazing with a silent fury.
A low rumble, distant at first, began to shake the ground. The sound of an approaching engine. Tension crackled through the room, the air thick with anticipation. Pablo's men shifted, their hands instinctively tightening around their rifles, fingers twitching on the triggers. You held your breath, every nerve in your body screaming.
Then, a deafening crash. The sound of splintering wood, the shattering of glass, and the eruption of panicked shouts. Gunfire erupted, a cacophony of violence that tore through the silence. Bullets whizzed past, the air thick with the metallic tang of cordite.
Through the smoke and the chaos, a figure emerged from the swirling dust. Javier Peña. His face, grim and determined, was etched with lines of exhaustion and worry. Dust clung to his dark hair, his eyes, the color of molten steel, narrowed in a fierce glare.
A wave of relief, so intense it almost buckled your knees, washed over you. But it was quickly followed by a fresh surge of terror. You were caught in the crossfire, a pawn in their deadly game.
"Peña," Pablo drawled, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You finally arrived. And for what? A woman? A mere distraction?" He scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "She's not worth dying for."
"She's worth more than you'll ever understand," Javier spat, his voice low and dangerous, each word a venomous barb.
Before Pablo could retort, a shot rang out. A man, standing closest to Pablo, crumpled to the ground, a crimson stain blooming on his shirt. The room erupted in renewed chaos. Bullets flew, ricocheting off the walls, turning the warehouse into a maelstrom of violence. Javier moved with a deadly grace, a ghost in the smoke, his gun a blur of motion, each shot finding its mark.
"Get down!" Javier barked, his voice sharp, his eyes searching for you in the chaos.
You didn't hesitate, dropping to the floor, your body instinctively seeking the safety of the shadows. Javier crouched beside you, his breath ragged, his hands moving with a practiced efficiency as he worked to free you from the ropes.
"Javi," you gasped, your voice trembling, your throat tight with emotion.
"I've got you," he said, his voice softer now, a hint of tenderness in his eyes that belied the grim determination etched on his face. "I'm getting you out of here."
But the reprieve was short-lived. Pablo's voice, enraged, cut through the din.
"You think you can take her from me?!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl.
Javier's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you closer, his body shielding you from the onslaught of bullets. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the weight of every decision, every life lost, etched into the lines of his face.
"You're finished, Pablo," Javier said, his voice a low growl, a calm fury simmering beneath the surface. "This ends here."
And it did. The next few moments were a blur of motion—a flash of movement, the deafening crack of gunfire, the desperate scramble for cover. Then, silence. An eerie, unsettling silence broken only by the heavy breaths of the survivors.
When the dust settled, Javier turned to you, his expression softening, the lines of his face etched with relief and concern. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch tentative, almost reverent.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice rough with worry, his eyes searching yours for any sign of injury.
"No," you whispered, tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision. "I thought... I thought I'd never see you again."
He pulled you into his arms, his embrace a haven of warmth and safety. You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, the faint tang of cigarette smoke, a comforting anchor in the aftermath of the chaos.
"You'll always see me again," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. "I'll never stop coming for you."
And in that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of Pablo's empire, the ghosts of fallen comrades, and the lingering scent of blood and gunpowder, you believed him.
He gently pulled you to your feet, his arms strong and steady as he supported your trembling frame. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing through the smoke-filled air, illuminating the grim scene around them. Javier's gaze swept over you, searching for any sign of injury.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice rough with worry, his eyes filled with a love that bordered on desperation.
You shook your head, unable to speak, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. The fear, the adrenaline, the sheer terror of the past few hours crashing over you in a tidal wave. Javier pulled you close, his arms a comforting cage, holding you against his chest.
"It's over," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against your fear. "You're safe now."
He led you out of the warehouse, his hand clasped tightly in yours, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert for any remaining threats. The fresh air, though thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder, was a welcome relief.
You found a relatively safe spot, a deserted alleyway hidden from view. Javier gently guided you to sit against a crumbling wall, his gaze searching your face with intense scrutiny.
"Let me see," he said softly, his voice laced with concern. He gently lifted your hair, examining your scalp for any wounds. "Any pain?"
You shook your head, your voice a mere whisper. "Just... scared."
He pulled you closer, his arms a protective shield against the horrors you had witnessed. "I know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "I know."
He gently traced the outline of your face, his thumb brushing away a tear that escaped your eye. "You're safe now," he repeated, his voice firm and unwavering. "I won't let anything happen to you."
You looked into his eyes, the depths of which mirrored the turmoil within you. But in the midst of the chaos, in the face of death, you saw something else—a love so fierce, so unwavering, it ignited a spark of hope within you.
"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He smiled, a weary but genuine smile that reached his eyes. "And I love you more than words can say," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."
He held your gaze for a long moment, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Then, he leaned down and kissed you, a gentle, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss born of fear and relief, of love and gratitude, a testament to your resilience in the face of unimaginable danger.
As you sat there, holding each other, the echoes of the gunfire fading into the distance, you knew that this experience had changed you forever. But it had also reaffirmed your love, making it stronger, more profound than ever before. You had faced death together, and in doing so, you had found a love that could withstand anything.
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First time writing smut, I hope you're nice to me 😔
REQUESTS OPEN!!(smut included) It can be any character.
Tw: Public sex (other people in the room) masturbation, sharing, unprotected sex, p in v, the other people in the room heard everything, (let me know if I missed something!
I can imagine being in the living room of the house that all the boys shared, where you and Ghost were on the couch, spending the night with the others watching a movie.
I can imagine Ghost behind you, his arm around your waist and his other hand under your head as a pillow. It had all started quietly, Ghost's hand slowly caressed your waist, your navel, until at a certain point, his hand began to rise and when you wanted to see, Ghost was caressing your breast. Ghost moved his hand slowly trying not to attract the attention of others, and slowly began to lift your bra.
I can imagine him trying to hold back and not fuck you right there in front of the others, under the blankets.
I imagine him slowly starting to move behind you, trying to take the pressure off his tight pants on his cock.
I imagine Ghost trying to contain his moans as you slowly moved your hand to pull his cock out of his pants and begin to slowly jerk him off, touching his stomach, his tip, and his balls.
I imagine him pulling your pants down just below your butt, just enough so he can slowly penetrate you just as the buildings start to explode in the movie. The perfect moment to cover up the moans.
I imagine Ghost squeezing your waist trying not to move inside you, feeling you squeeze around him, for the entire two-hour movie.
I imagine the others falling asleep before the movie ends, so Ghost took advantage and carried you to the kitchen, after quickly putting on his pants.
I imagine him putting you face down on the counter, pulling your pants back down while jerking off his cock. "You better not make any noise honey, you don't want them to see me fuck you, do you?" Simon said as he entered you forcefully without even warning you.
I imagine Ghost with one hand on your back, making your breasts rest on the cold marble, while he fucks you from behind quickly before the others wake up. Ghost doesn't want to share.
I imagine Ghost on one of those days when he doesn't mind cumming inside you. Just the mere thought of you, filled with his cum, carrying his children, with your big tits, making everyone know that you are his, makes your whole body shake.
I can imagine Ghost resting his chest on your back, taking your tits with his hands as he continues to penetrate you without stopping, not even when he feels you starting to cum. That only makes him start fucking you faster, trying to reach his climax. And when he does, instead of pulling out of you, he pins you against the counter, cumming deep inside you.
As your legs shake, Ghost just keeps moving slowly, making all his cum stay inside you and then staying inside you for a while longer, until his cock is hard again. and I decided to fuck you again, this time in the bathroom, after hearing the other guys start talking about the movie.
Or so you think, because when you close the bathroom door, each of the boys goes to his room to take down the tent they have on their pants.
And how can you blame them? Your moans, the slap of skin, and the growl of Ghost cumming inside of you left them all wanting more.
I’m so so delighted to see new Mark Sloan fics in the tag omg! Could i request Mark x a reader who feels he never makes time for her / fell out of love with her so she breaks it off even though she’s pregnant and he didn’t know yet? He’d see her working around the hospital and realize how much he misses her and on top of that that she’s pregnant w his kid. Realizes what a big mistake he made cause of it. Angst w a fluffy / happy ending if possible? tysm!! ✨
Omg love this idea!! I'm happy to do it, I hope you like it!!
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REQUESTS OPEN!!
Not so secret secret
You tried to ignore it. You really did. But you couldn't do that when you woke up in the morning to find Mark already gone. Not when you were making dinner and waiting for him, only to be told that he had already eaten at the hospital.
Not when you were pregnant for months and he hadn't noticed.
You worked hand in hand with him in the hospital, at the neurosurgery area alongside Derek, you knew it was an exhausting job, that took up a lot of time, but lately you felt like Mark was never really there. You'd see him in the mornings at the hospital, as he'd leave home early without even letting you know, and then at night in bed when he'd come back late from the bar.
You tried not to think about it like that, you tried to convince yourself that it was just your ideas, but you felt like nothing was the same anymore. That maybe, after three years, Mark had already gotten bored and now he was looking for a new, younger adventure.
And the moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was all over.
You had never talked to Mark about having kids, but he always took care of buying the condoms and the morning-after pills. An indirect way of saying "I don't want children."
And that was the last straw.
You decided to get up early, almost midnight, to prepare breakfast and waited for Mark to wake up so you could talk.
So you could end it all, before he found out, before he was the one to end it all and hurt you even more.
So when Mark woke up and found you sitting in the kitchen, breakfast ready and a backpack too big for work, he knew something wasn't right.
"You woke up early..." Mark said as he approached you, placing a hand on your back as he kissed your temple.
"I wanted to talk..." You said as you poured coffee into his cup.
He simply nodded, a slight smile on his face. You wanted to believe that it was just a smile of gratitude and not a "finally" one.
"I think it's better if we stop all of his..." You said without looking at him, trying not to cry. It was for the best. The best for you, so you wouldn't have to suffer when you found out that all of this was because he was seeing one of the new interns.
"What?" Mark said seriously, leaving the cup on the table. "What are you talking about?."
"We had some wonderful years...I had some wonderful years with you, but it's over. It's the best for both of us..." You said as you stood up and grabbed your backpack with your stuff. "I love you Mark, but it's not the same anymore and that's okay. I understand. And I hope you understand me, I'd rather do this than get hurt..." You slowly approached him and gave him one last kiss on his cheek.
"No, of course not, I can't understand you...what's all this about? Is that your excuse? Why would you get hurt? What the hell do you mean?!" He said as he stood up and stood in front of the door, not letting you out.
You knew this would happen, but you really prayed that he would just accept it and confess that he wanted this to end too.
"Mark, I don't need to explain. You don't need to pretend, okay? I need to go to work, and so do you." You said, trying to get him to move.
"Pretend?! Pretend what?! What are you talking about woman?! Did I miss something? Did I do something that upset you? You can't just walk away and leave me with that cheap excuse." He started yelling and you could only look at him seriously. Did he intend to continue pretending when you had realized?
You just looked at him and Mark, enraged, moved away from the door, letting you out.
The moment you got into your car you felt like everything was falling apart. You had never imagined this, much less with a baby on the way. You had never imagined a life that wasn't with Mark.
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That day at work was one of the worst. Everyone instantly noticed that something was not right between the two of you, because you two always ate together, how you walked hand in hand through the hallways.
"Tell me what he did so I know how hard to hit him." Derek had told you while both of you were studying a case together.
"What?"
"Mark. I know he did something. You're sad, you weren't together at lunch, he's been coming to work early for weeks, and he hasn't been spreading the word around the hospital about the fact that he's going to be a father." Derek had told you and that was what made the tears and sadness come out completely.
Derek had noticed and Mark hadn't. The person you loved, who had sworn to love you, the father of your child hadn't noticed.
Since that day you had been taking refuge in their house.
And now it was a month since you two stopped talking.
You tried to pretend that everything was okay, but it wasn't. Not when the next day, you had your first doctor's appointment.
That day you had arrived early at the hospital with the idea of going between two operations that you had with Derek.
And Mark had arrived early too. Not by coincidence. Oh, of course not.
Mark had been after you all this time, trying to find the reason for the sudden separation.
Mark had been watching you work through all the surgeries, following you around the hospital like an abandoned puppy...or a stalker. But he didn't care.
He missed you too much. He couldn't go on without you, he couldn't understand why you had decided to end it all, not when everything was going so well.
What mattered to him now was knowing what you were doing entering the ultrasound office.
So when you walked out of there, you collided with Mark who was standing in front of the door like your bodyguard.
"We need to talk. I want to talk." He said as he took you by the arm and led you to one of the break rooms.
"Mark, no. I have to work and so do you. There's nothing to talk about, everything is very clear to me." You said, trying to leave again. You didn't want to do this, you didn't want to tell him what was going on, what you really felt. You didn't want to hear confirmation that he didn't love you anymore.
"Well, but for me it's not. It's not clear at all. I don't understand what's happening to you, I don't understand why Derek looks at me as if he's going to kill me at any minute. "I don't understand why you suddenly decide to end all this when everything was going so fucking well." Mark said while looking you straight in the eyes.
"No... I'm not going to let you act like a victim. There's nothing to explain and you know that perfectly well. I got your message okay? You don't have to pity me."You were trying not to scream but his "confused" attitude only made you angrier. "You can't blame me for not wanting to get hurt by all this."
"I remind you that *you* left me! You're the one who says everything is clear but all I see is a glass full of shit!" Mark said angrily.
"I left you because I won't run after anyone asking for affection and love like an abandoned dog!" You told him as you got closer to him.
At your words Mark froze.
"Is it clearer now? I'd rather we finish now than turn into the poor doctor who was cheated on by her partner with the young, cute and tender intern." Mark just stared at you, no longer angry, only confusion and regret on his face.
"Is that what you think? That I'm sleeping with an intern? Is that what you think of me?"
"Yes. That's what I feel, what I've been feeling for weeks. I feel like our relationship is over, but maybe you feel sorry for me and don't dare leave me, so I decided to take the step myself." You said and at this point you couldn't hold back your tears.
Mark ran a hand over his face and slowly lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of you, his hands on your hips, waiting for you to look at him.
"Honey I...fuck...I'm sorry, I don't-" he tried to say, but when he heard you start crying even harder he knew he needed to calm you down, and the best way to do that was to explain everything to you.
"Why don't you love me anymore?..." You said between tears.
"My beauty...I never stopped loving you...I never slept with an intern while I was with you and I never will because I love you and you are the best thing that happened to me in this life... I-...I know I've been a little absent and distant..."
"A little? Mark, we didn't even have breakfast together anymore, we wouldn't see each other at lunch, you didn't call me to come to the hospital together..." You said taking his wrists trying to make him let go of you, but he took your hands and started kissing them.
"I know...I know, fuck, I'm so sorry my love...I really know I didn't act right, and I have no valid excuse for my behavior...It's just that everything feels too unreal. You feel unreal. I'd never been in a serious relationship and I just needed some time to prepare myself. I needed time to think that the Mark of before had come to an end, that now everything would change because I want to change for you. Because you're not like the others...and I'm not trying to justify myself, I know I've been an idiot and I'm so sorry...please darling...don't leave me...don't take him away from me." Mark said as he rested his head on your stomach.
"I'm pregnant..." You said quickly.
"I know. I've been trying to come to terms with it for weeks, thinking about the idea of having someone calling me dad." Mark said as he caressed your belly.
"So do you still love me? Or do you just want me to forgive you because you want to have a baby?" You said, trying to hold back your tears, scared of his answer.
"I never stopped loving you my sweet girl, I will never stop loving you. I will love you until the day I take my last breath. I will take care of you and our baby as if that were my only purpose in life.
And it is.
___________________________________________I hope you really like it😭I'm not very happy with how it turned out, I hope you get the idea. 😔🫂
I imagine Ghost searching for the perfect gloves in every store he passes by.
He saw how during training and missions you wear fingerless gloves, trying to take care of your hands, although they always end up hurt or you complaining about your broken nails.
But Ghost isn't looking for just any glove. He's looking for ones just like his own.
He knows it's not a great gift, but the idea of seeing you training or on missions with gloves just like his, with the bones drawn on them, makes his heart beat faster.
So when he found them, he took the time to wrap them in tissue paper and put them in a little box, leaving them on your nightstand the next morning after a passionate night.
And when you walked into the dining room, waving to the table where Ghost, Soap, and Price were sitting, with your gloves on and a smile on your face, Ghost knew you were the one.
And maybe, just maybe, Ghost also imagined other situations where you could use the gloves just for him...
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I just bought some gloves for Halloween and I can't stop dreaming that he gave them to me (delulu is the solulu)😭
Joel Miller? I think he's the kind of man who is the coldest and most ill-tempered person in the world in front of others. But with you? When no one else sees them? He's the most gentlemanly man you could ever meet.
And not just in your home. When you go out together for supplies or to stand guard? That man doesn't let anything or anyone near you. Joel is the kind of man who would teach you how to shoot, how to make a trap, how to ride a horse, how to light a fire. Anything he knows, he's happy to teach you. Always with one hand on your waist and a smile on his face while he whispers encouraging words in your ear "Very good my girl" "You're doing so well darling." "Keep going my love""You can do it beautiful." "Look at my pretty girl how well she does it."
Don't expect him to do all those things in front of others, but don't think that he isn't capable of taking you by the waist, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips, putting his hand on your thigh or stand in front of you if he thinks someone is staring at you or him for too long. Nah, you're his and he's yours. And he takes care of what's his.
I imagine Joel Miller returning from an exhausting day of work with Tommy, who the moment he opens the door finds his entire home clean. With yellow light tables that give it a warm and cozy atmosphere, with a smell of food and you in the kitchen. Joel is the type of man who would slowly walk into the kitchen, stare at everything you had prepared for dinner, and slowly approach you, to wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face in your neck, enjoying your scent.
And I definitely think Joel would want to start a family here. It's not a decision he make easily. Oh, of course not. Joel Miller spent nights awake, admiring you, thinking about how lucky he is to have you,how normal everything begins to feel in Jackson. Joel looked curiously at the couples passing by with their children. He thought what it would be like to have a little human running around the house again, with the same features as you.
But after thinking about the thousand and one possibilities, about what could go wrong or what could go right, Joel knew that if he didn't take the risk, he would never know.
Joel Miller is the kind of guy who would pray to your ever-growing belly every day that it would be a pretty girl. Because that man would get excited at the thought of a mini you. How much fun he would have doing her hair and buying her colorful dresses.
Joel Miller is the kind of man who would give his life for his favorite girls.
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hi hi. could i request mark sloan x a reader that survived the plane crash? mark stopped fighting because lexie died, so something with him surviving bc the person he loved did so he has something to fight for would be so good. preferably w a happy ending or fluffy!! other than that up 2 u! love ur writing :)
Another requests yey🕺 omg I love the idea!! Please tell me if you like It , if it's what you expected or if you would like me to change something! I would really love to hear your opinion and if you liked it!!🫂 Tysm, I hope you enjoy it!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
°The selfish man°
TW: Blood, wounds, plane crash, death, shock, spoiler. (I hope I didn't forget anything)
Song I heard while writing this:
It all happened too soon.
From one moment to the next, laughter turned into screams, happiness into fear, tranquility into silence. In less than a few seconds the path of history had completely changed.
Most of those on that plane were unable to understand in time what had happened. In the blink of an eye, nature surrounded them.
After the great sound of the machines, after the plane fell onto the green grass, after it dragged itself along, taking with it trees and everything else in its path, silence reigned again.
While some were still unconscious, others were already aware of their surroundings.
The sky was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. Everything was confusing, and the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing your surroundings, so you couldn't understand why you were in a forest.
You could see movement at your side, you slowly tilted your head to see how Christina moved things, maybe she was looking for something. You didn't know. You didn't know why you were in the woods, still sitting in an airplane seat.
"Reader! Hey! Hey- can you hear me?! React!" Christina screamed over and over again in your voice. The shock and adrenaline kept her alert and energized, but you couldn't understand her, you couldn't hear her.
After a while, you saw how she simply walked away from you and walked towards Meredith, who was sitting on the floor, a few meters away from where you were.
While everyone else seemed to be 100% sure of where they were or what had happened, you struggled to maintain consciousness.
But the darkness, the whispers telling you to stop fighting, got the better of you, and you decided to relax.
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You wished that the hand touching your shoulder and your face was your mother's, that she had simply come to let you know that breakfast was ready, that in a few minutes they would go to the beach to spend the day.
But when you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw were worried faces. Faces of... your friends?
"Reader...hey hey here I am...do you know who I am? Can you talk?" Dereck asked while holding your face in his hands.
"She's fucking deaf..." Christina said as she pointed to your bloody ears.
You wanted to tell them that you weren't completely deaf, that you could hear them faintly, but that the pain didn't let you think, speak.
Pain?
"We can't get her out of that chair..." The blonde girl said...Meredith?
You tried to understand what they were talking about, and why their faces looked so scared, but you just tried to relax, not panic. Although really, you were terrified of knowing what they were talking about, of looking down at where the pain was coming from.
Tears were pooling in your eyes and all you could think about was Mark. Where was he? What had happened to his seat, which was next to you. What had happened to Lexie, who was in front of you.
Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours? You didn't know. But you were conscious enough to realize that you were still in the airplane seat, with your seatbelt on, that you were in what was left of the plane, that you had an iron rod going through your stomach, that your ears hurt, that you couldn't move or feel your left leg, on the same side that the bar was, you could now tell that night had already fallen, that Meredith, Christina and Derek were near you, with a campfire.
You could now tell that Mark wasn't there. You couldn't see him anywhere.
"Ma-mark..." You said in a whisper, but loud enough for Derek to hear.
"You can't do this to her. You can't do this to your girl. Mark! You have to react. She has a fucking bar running from side to side of her body, she may not feel her legs, but she's awake. She's been awake for four hours, she's fighting. You can't leave her." Derek told Mark, who had refused to leave Lexie alone, who had died in front of him a few minutes ago.
"I can't leave her...Derek please...it's little Lexie..." He said trying not to look where you are.
"I know it's not easy but, fuck... I know you're not going to like it but someone has to tell you. She doesn't feel anything anymore, she doesn't suffer anymore, okay? You can let her rest, we'll give her a burial...Mark, it's Reader. Your Reader. She's suffering there, alone, she doesn't know what's going on, she hasn't spoken in four hours, she's disoriented and in shock...you can't do that to your girl..." Derek said before turning around and walking away.
"I'm here..." Mark said, who upon hearing your voice, quickly stood up and approached you. "My girl...you're okay, I'm with you..."
Mark had a bandage on his arm, and one on his torso. Because after thinking about what Derek had told him, he couldn't help but approach where Reader was. Because when he saw her awake, looking at the sky, calm, fighting to remain conscious, he knew he couldn't do that to her.
He knew he couldn't let himself die. He couldn't leave her alone. He knew she was fighting for him and it would be too selfish of him not to do the same
So he turned around and walked over to the others, confessed the pain in his chest and let them help him. He decided to keep fighting for her.
"A-are yo-you...oka-okay?" It was the first complete sentence you had managed to say all day.
Mark couldn't help but smile as he saw how, even in the condition you were in, you cared more about him than yourself.
"I'm fine honey...don't worry. Don't get stressed okay? I'll stay with you..." He said moving your hair from your face while his other hand slowly took yours.
"Thank you...f-for...ke-keep fighting..." You said, caressing his hand.
Mark was speechless.
"I know...I know something's not right...I-I can see it on your face..." You took a deep breath and continued. "I know you...I know th-that you are tired...but you are still here..." You said between ragged breaths, trying to ignore the pain.
"I will never be able to understand how you manage to guess everything... my sweetness, I am so sorry..." Mark said as he approached you until your foreheads were touching. "I've been selfish...but I won't leave...I promise..."
And Mark kept his promise, because days later, when rescue finally arrived, Mark was still with you, watching over your fever, your breathing, feeling every beat of your heart.
Because even though he had lost little Lexie that day, even though darkness and death had clouded his thoughts, he couldn't abandon you. And he never would again.
He never abandoned you. Not when you had to get hearing aids to hear better, or when you had to go to your therapies to regain mobility in your leg. He was always there.
And would be for the rest of his life.
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He sits in front of you with his coffee in hand and the register on the table. You've just returned from the worst mission ever. You can't express the pain, sadness and guilt you feel. Price knows that it wasn't your fault, but the whole team's, because everyone had acted badly, but Price also knew that there would be no way to make you understand that these things happened.That the missions don't go as they wanted allways, but in the end the important thing was that everyone had come back alive. That you had come back alive.
That you has come back alive to him.
No matter how many hours Price sits in front of you, telling you it's not your fault, that he's not mad, that he's not going to demote you to another base, nothing will help. He knows that the only thing that will calm you down is letting yourself cry. Letting out all that pain, all that anger that you have inside.
And he's willing to do it. To stay in his office with you for as long as necessary, comforting you, making you coffee and trying to lift your spirits. He is willing to put aside his work or the indigent beatings on the door of the other soldiers, just to take care of you. To give his little girl the attention she needs.
And at the end of the day, everything always ends the same. The two of you in his couch, you listening intently to Price's funny anecdotes from his early years in the military, while he smokes his cigar, with his other hand on your shoulders.
Telling you that not everything in life goes the way you want and that it's okay, that the important thing is to learn from the mistake and try not to make it again. That tomorrow will be a new day and you can try again.
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The need to finish that off a little more... smutty. But no. 😀
Remember that my requests are open (it can be smut, comfort, sad, happy, whatever you want)🛐
