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 sorry you got pulled back into this.
DAREDEVIL — 1.11 "The Path of the Righteous"
tag dump
night shift makes sense for her because she's a night owl to begin with. night terrors are relentless even with meds, even with therapy ( clearly night terrors can't get you in the day time soooo ). her body, her brain and internal clock were re-wired in the military; she can survive off minuscule amounts of sleep and still be high-functioning. that never leaves her, but that doesn't mean she isn't perpetually exhausted. it makes her ability to pull working doubles very frequently seem superhuman.
🌶️ SC // @weaponid ( bucky )
she wasn't entirely sure what parts of herself were even human anymore. she's nothing but want and wreckage spinning out of control. her mind a cruel reverie, reflections of war plastered across her psyche, gunfire, blood, mistakes she couldn't fix. if bloodletting worked, she'd have knelt in a pool of poison, waiting until every drop was expelled from her veins. instead, she's here with her head tilted back, throat exposed like a doe with carnivorous teeth, presenting the prize of willful subjugation. wild eyes pleading from where she's draped across his sturdy thighs.
❛ take it, take it all from me, please. ❜ control. unspoken and kept in the way she whines like a battered hound of war asking to be put down. gloria hates herself for it, how slick and hungry the prospect of ruination makes her. the desperation louder than the ragged edge of a breath she couldn't catch. enough that her body counters vulnerability by drawing blood from his lips with her teeth. enough that her palm flattens and cracks along his jaw to initiate a surge of pain she craves tenfold. ❛ all of it, bucky. ❜ claws threading through his hair, pulling and soothing over all at once. she ground down onto him, rough and frantic, chasing the sharp-edged friction. chasing the violent shudder that tore up her spine. ❛ please. ❜
❛ are you saying you want to secretly perform scientific experiments on your friends and coworkers to increase efficiency? ❜
holt & diaz quote starters // @vanhornrn
gloria, the doctor who will know how every nurse takes their drink. gloria the doctor who can ( and likely has ) probably strong armed a violent patient before security can get there. gloria, the doctor who needs a giant hug and something explicit.
❛ 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
Said you need some extra magic today, you can boop the snoot under the cut!
Rico says stay hydrated, take breaks and get yourself a sweet treat