Lashes Flutter And A Gentle Smile Graces Soft Lips , Brushing A Loose Strand Of Hair Behind Her Ear

lashes flutter and a gentle smile graces soft lips , brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as they walk side by side. the shake of her head following as he thanks her. ‘ don't mention it , really ... it's kind of my job. ’ tone is light - hearted , hint of playfulness attached as she sits herself down at the kitchen island , gaze focused on him as he speaks. ‘ i might stay up a little longer , unwind a bit. today's been ⸻ long. ’ words come with an exasperated sigh , and she ignores the warmth that spreads through her body at his words and the fact that he actually cares. ‘ what about you ? heading to bed ? ’

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it was nights like these that nate was happy to have help. putting his daughter to bed was always somewhat of an event, for lack of a better word. "thanks again for the help." he spoke honestly as they walked down the hallway together and into the kitchen. "well, it's getting kinda late so if you wanna head to bed you're more than welcome to." nate was always very respectful of her. having a live-in nanny that looked like her came with it's difficulties.

“I have a recurring dream in which my father breaks the neck of every pigeon in the park. I help: a good daughter. I snatch them from the air & tear out the feathers. Bloody. In the story, there was a king named Ibrahim & he loved his god. No one calls me foreign but I know that’s what they mean. In the stories, girls like me sweat out the fevers, drop dirty guns in the trash chute. We rip the rabbit’s heart right out of its fucking chest. All that red-soaked skin under our fingernails. All I do is think about stories. About history, or his story, or my story. They’re all the same story really. Someone always ends up holding something mangled.”

— Yasmin Belkhyr, “Interlude with Forgotten Myth, or, Portrait of Ibrahim’s Daughter,” Bone Light (via lifeinpoetry)

actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

he had buried an empty casket , three years ago when the only person carlos had come to care about — since his teenage years — was violently ripped from him. endless days and agonising nights spent in denial , mourning , heartache. gone were the days of effortless smiles and silly banter , because she had taken them with her when she had died. too many times had he played out the scenario of her homecoming. never did he think he would be able to see it actually play out. he approaches her slowly as she calls him out , the sound of his footsteps coming to a halt once he gets close enough , but not too close as to crowd her. ‘ just wanted to check on you , you've been in here for a while ... thought maybe you could use some company. ’ tone is casual , but the worry that has made a home of him doesn't allow for very much more.

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" you're hovering . " jill states , gritting her teeth and biting back anything snippy that floods through her mind . after being pronounced dead for three years , it was understandable why carlos worried --- why he hovered . jill hadn't been cleared for work , again , and she was growing more impatient by the day waiting for her life to flood back into some normalcy . her side was still traced with hints of yellows and blues , the long ever - lasting reminder of her time away from home . now she's exhausted , wrought to the bone with her fists still wrapped tight in gauze as she'd spent far too long punching the damn punching bag down at his work's gym . " i can feel you staring at the back of my head . "

oh to be an aggressive hockey guy who gets into fights during matches and has to be patched up afterwords by the exasperated medic who has a soft spot for me who’s always telling me to be careful and sometimes we fight over my reckless attitude and maybe it gets heated one night and the medic yells “i care about you asshole!!” and i need to reevaluate our every single interaction

a  plot  where  muse  a  uses  muse  b  to  make  their  ex  jealous  ,  but  muse  b  doesn’t  know  and  thinks  this  is  a  legit  relationship  .  then  obvi  muse  a  starts  to  actually  have  feelings  for  muse  b  ,  but  muse  b  realizes / finds  out  that  muse  a  was  just  using  them  and  ,  y’know   :   DRAMA  .