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𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘‘π‘œπ‘š π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘›.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ π‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘’π‘˜, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘–π‘›β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ β„Žπ‘’π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ 𝑏𝑒 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘¦.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘,π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 πΊπ‘œπ‘‘.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘  π‘œπ‘“ πΊπ‘œπ‘‘.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘‘π‘œπ‘š π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘›.

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,
𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘,

𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘π‘’π‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘œπ‘“ 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’.Β  π‘…π‘’π‘—π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘, π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘›, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘  π‘€β„Žπ‘œ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.

β€”The Beatitudes, π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘€ 𝟻:πŸΉβ€“πŸ·πŸΈ (𝑁𝐼𝑉)

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coeurwny
2 years ago

thinking about this show...

A β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… review of My Liberation Notes (2022)
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A β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… review of My Liberation Notes (2022)
this show warms my heart so good! it feels like reading a book and i love that aspect. it’s relatable and it feels real, everything about it
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tem60
2 years ago

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

"fragile"

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

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doggirleatdoggirl
3 months ago

When you're having trouble sleeping, and a cozy mech cockpit is just what you need

Audio mix by @sirflas

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chiccherrychick
3 years ago

my spotify & my pinterest

you should really check out my spotify account it has multiple playlist with different kind of vibes as well as my pinterestΒ 

my user//@trampstampedfairyΒ 

ps. all of my other socials have the same user other than my tarot accountΒ on tik tok which is @trampstampedfairytarotΒ 

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drunkraptorsstuff
1 year ago

Just a comfort edit!! They are the sweetest siblings I've ever seen!!

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lugata-pro
1 month ago
Thank You , Guys

Thank you , guys

LONG DAY

LONG DAY
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lugata-pro
1 month ago
lugata-pro - Lugata Pro
lugata-pro - Lugata Pro
lugata-pro - Lugata Pro

LONG DAY

LONG DAY
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spacegeckocollector
1 month ago
Eli Sleeps On Thrawn After An Exhausting Week, While Thrawn Defends His Statement That Chiss Don’t
Eli Sleeps On Thrawn After An Exhausting Week, While Thrawn Defends His Statement That Chiss Don’t
Eli Sleeps On Thrawn After An Exhausting Week, While Thrawn Defends His Statement That Chiss Don’t
Eli Sleeps On Thrawn After An Exhausting Week, While Thrawn Defends His Statement That Chiss Don’t

Eli sleeps on Thrawn after an exhausting week, while Thrawn defends his statement that Chiss don’t need as much sleep.

The problem with Thrawn as a villain in the Ahsoka show is that I ask myself WHERE IS ELI, ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT ELI RIGHT NOW, THRAWN? I'M THINKING ABOUT ELI RIGHT NOW.

And also how are his people? Is Ar’alani safe? Where’s Wutroow? Is Che’ri safe? Are Thalias and Samakro together?

And on top of that why had Thrawn to be evil? Surely because Eli isn’t at his side.

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purple-artist-cat
3 years ago

Comfort cat

Comfort Cat
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kappywilliams
3 months ago

I'm back. JOHNNY CAGE I LOVE YOUπŸ™ŒπŸ˜©

I'm Back. JOHNNY CAGE I LOVE YOUπŸ™ŒπŸ˜©
I'm Back. JOHNNY CAGE I LOVE YOUπŸ™ŒπŸ˜©
I'm Back. JOHNNY CAGE I LOVE YOUπŸ™ŒπŸ˜©

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kappywilliams
6 months ago

I feel happy and refreshed today😼

I Feel Happy And Refreshed Today😼

(Sorry for the stain, my TV is old 😼)

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kappywilliams
6 months ago

Btw I found these drawings while looking through my folder.

I mean the gays are back?πŸ™

Btw I Found These Drawings While Looking Through My Folder.
Btw I Found These Drawings While Looking Through My Folder.

He's just a misunderstood baby :(

But then he is a DIVAπŸ’…πŸ’₯

Btw I Found These Drawings While Looking Through My Folder.
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kappywilliams
6 months ago

I'm back lol no drawings about rdr2 or cod, just my oc, KaptajnπŸ’₯

I was bored so I decided to draw something

I'm Back Lol No Drawings About Rdr2 Or Cod, Just My Oc, KaptajnπŸ’₯

(This is the version I call "presentable")

TW!:Scars(healed) just below.

I'm Back Lol No Drawings About Rdr2 Or Cod, Just My Oc, KaptajnπŸ’₯
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kappywilliams
8 months ago

This is how I feel btw.

This Is How I Feel Btw.
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kappywilliams
8 months ago

they are soooo in love

Kaptajn and Arthur!!πŸ’•

They Are Soooo In Love

Gay cowboysπŸ€ β€Ό

They Are Soooo In Love
They Are Soooo In Love

a Brokeback Mountain vibes

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kappywilliams
8 months ago

This is Kaptajn, my OC

(he's definitely not my favorite)

This Is Kaptajn, My OC
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kappywilliams
9 months ago

His name is Edderkop, say hi!

(Character is not mine)

His Name Is Edderkop, Say Hi!

made especially for: @ask-stardew-valley-au β€Ό

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kappywilliams
10 months ago

He sleepyπŸ’•πŸŒˆ

Tw: Scars

He SleepyπŸ’•πŸŒˆ

Someone looks like they need a rest, a little things for a little boy are good, right?

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kappywilliams
10 months ago

Guys i cooked something

Guys I Cooked Something
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they’re so silly artists on tumblr comfort silly little guy call of duty cod mw2 john soap mactavish john price task force 141 cod mw3 vladimir makarov johnny soap mactavish ghost simon riley Banana Ghost silly poses I love how carefree Makarov seems And I love Price's fatherhood with Johnny even more
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kappywilliams
10 months ago

Another drawing about teenager Kaptajn πŸ’₯

(Sorry for bad English)

Another Drawing About Teenager Kaptajn πŸ’₯

He's celebrating his birthday all alone, making his own cake, buying his own candles, singing "Happy Birthday" to himself.

Always completely alone.

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artists on tumblr original character comfort please silly little guy birthday cake seventeen og post feeling alone Og character Kaptajn I am very happy with the result He looks so helpless my boy needs a hug
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kappywilliams
10 months ago

Arthur freaking Morgan fellas!

Arthur Freaking Morgan Fellas!
Arthur Freaking Morgan Fellas!

I love this one β€β€πŸ©Ή

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kappywilliams
10 months ago

I tried to draw Captain Mactavish (My fav) 😼

I really liked the result β€β€πŸ©Ή

I Tried To Draw Captain Mactavish (My Fav) 😼
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kappywilliams
10 months ago

For all John "Soap" Mactavish fans

For All John "Soap" Mactavish Fans
For All John "Soap" Mactavish Fans
For All John "Soap" Mactavish Fans

He's so silly in his kilt tbh

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artists on tumblr comfort silly little guy Cod call of duty cod mw2 john soap mactavish cod modern warfare soap cod scottish scotland soap call of duty johnny soap mactavish he is so silly SCOTLAND FOREVERβ€ΌοΈβ€ΌοΈπŸ—£πŸ—£πŸ”₯πŸ”₯🏴󠁧󠁒󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁒󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 A man wearing a Kilt doesn't want war with anyone
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kappywilliams
11 months ago

Here are some bad times (she babyπŸ˜”)

Here Are Some Bad Times (she BabyπŸ˜”)
Here Are Some Bad Times (she BabyπŸ˜”)
Here Are Some Bad Times (she BabyπŸ˜”)

Mareridt! from @ask-stardew-valley-au

How do you feel after being called a monster by your own father? oh no.. bad choice.

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kappywilliams
11 months ago

Huh.. well, I made a drawing of 'little' Kaptajn, enjoy my 13 hours of life spent on thisβ€β€πŸ©Ή

(It's actually a bit old drawing)

Huh.. Well, I Made A Drawing Of 'little' Kaptajn, Enjoy My 13 Hours Of Life Spent On Thisβ€β€πŸ©Ή

He's about seventeen here, but since he had a shitty childhood, I'm not going to complain about the kid loving childish things.

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anything-pov
1 month ago

can u write a fic where penelope is sitting on reader chest on bed doing their makeup for fun

kisses

fluff

domesticated

they have a cat οΏΌ

Enjoy πŸ˜‰

The Brushes

The sheets were still warm. Tangled. Lived in. Penelope Garcia sat perched on Y/N’s hips, her robe clinging to one shoulder and doing very little else to hide the masterpiece that was her soft, plush body.

Her thighs cradled Y/N, her favourite highlighter brush poised in one hand and her makeup palette dangerously balanced on Y/N’s chest.

At the foot of the bed, their cat, Basil, watched with half lidded judgement, tail flicking lazily. He was an absurdly fluffy ginger Maine Coon with a penchant for expensive throw pillows and batting at makeup brushes.

He had claimed Y/N’s side of the bed when they weren’t in it, and currently had his head draped over one of their discarded shirts like it was a royal pillow.

β€œDon’t even think about knocking that brush off,” Garcia said to Basil with a pointed look, even as her fingers titled Y/N’s chin toward her.

β€œAnd you… stay still, gorgeous. You’re about to be elevated.” Garcia smiled, Y/N grinning, hair tousled, their tattoos a map of stories across their chest.

They lay back with one hand behind their head and the other tracing idle, electric shapes into the curve of Garcia’s thigh.

β€œI am still. You’re the one grinding every time you shift.” Y/N mumbled, Penelope gave them a scandalised gasp, though the smirk on her lips betrayed her.

β€œThat is slander, I’m sitting. Artistically.” Penelope giggled, Y/N shaking their head, β€œYou’re sitting sexily, and you know it.”

Their voice was low, morning-scratchy, laced with warmth. She could feel their hands sliding slowly up her outer thighs, thumbs sweeping just under the hem of her robe.

Penelope’s breath caught slightly, but she kept her composure, tilting their face again. β€œDon’t distract the artist,” she murmured, brushing shimmer over their cheekbone with a feather light stroke.

β€œI’ll mess up and Basil will look even more disappointed in us than he already does.” She joked, her tongue poking out gently in focus.

From the foot of the bed, Basil gave a faint trill, as if in response. β€œHe’s judging us,” Y/N said seriously. β€œHe always is,” Garcia replied.

β€œHe’s lived a life of crime and drama, and now he thinks our bedroom antics are beneath him.” The blonde joked, Y/N huffing a laugh.

Their hand drifted a little higher, ghosting along her waist with a teasing touch, β€œMaybe he just wants to be included.”

β€œIf he tries to climb on this bed right now, I’m disowning him.” Garcia pretend seethed, Y/N laughing, head tilting back slightly, Penelope using the opportunity to sneak a kiss to their jaw before fishing the liner.

Sharp, smudged just right, giving their eyes a smokey frame that made her heart skip a beat. She reached for the burgundy lipstick next, murmuring, β€œNow, the finishing touch. The mouth I’ve kissed twenty-seven times today..”

Y/N smirked, β€œTwenty-nine. You missed two.” Garcia gave a small, delighted noise and leaned in, brushing their lips with hers before applying the deep, sinful colour.

Their fingers never stopped moving, soft along the insides of Garcia’s thighs, gripping just enough to make her hips roll slightly without thinking.

β€œThere,” the blonde whispered, β€œYou’re lethal.” They smiled, slow and wide, β€œYour turn.” Garcia quirked a brow and tilted her head, β€œYou want to do my makeup?”

β€œNo. I want to do you again, but I’ll settle for painting your face. For now…”

She burst into giggles, head dropping to their shoulder. β€œYou menace.” Y/N kissed her temple, hand sliding up to rest warmly at her waist, β€œI’m your menace, darling.”

At the end of the bed, Basil sneeze once, yawned, and rolled over onto his back in a soft pile of fluff and disdain. Garcia looked at him, then down at Y/N beneath her.

β€œOur little family is so weird.”

β€œThe weirdest,” they agreed, catching her hand to kiss her knuckles.

β€œAnd the happiest.”

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anything-pov
2 months ago

yes superman and batman 😁

i just want a fluffy one shot

(post identity reveal)

with the whole fam

banter

A Movie Day…

It was a rare day off for the Justice League. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, long-time friends and partners in more ways than one, decided to make the most of the afternoon by inviting their closest allies over for a movie marathon. The mood was relaxed, far from the usual chaos of the world-saving they were accustomed to.

Bruce, ever the perfectionist, had already set the living room up to perfection, soft, overstuffed pillows scattered on the couch, dim lighting, and blankets that practically invited people to sink in and forget about the outside world. The projector was already set up, ready to play whatever movies they decided on.

Clark, as always, brought the snacks. He’d used his speed to gather a whole variety of things, making sure everyone’s favorites were covered. Pizza, popcorn, chocolate, and even a few healthier options (just to appease Bruce’s tendency to stress about healthy eating).

Barry Allen was the first to arrive, his usual cheerful energy filling the room. He dropped onto the couch with a laugh, immediately reaching for the bowl of popcorn that Clark had placed in the middle of the table.

β€œGot the snacks all ready to go?” Barry asked with a grin.

Clark chuckled, sitting next to him. β€œYou know it, Barry. We’re going all out today. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of pizza left for you.

Diana Prince came in next, her presence calming, yet powerful. She smiled softly as she removed her boots, a knowing look passing between her and Bruce. It was clear she was looking forward to some downtime as much as everyone else. Arthur Curry followed close behind, his laid-back, salty demeanor filling the space as he threw an arm around Diana’s shoulders, dropping onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh.

β€œThis is what I needed,” Arthur said with a smirk, sprawling across the floor. β€œA break from being the king of Atlantis to being a couch potato.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward as he settled in, snuggling up to Clark, who immediately draped an arm around him. β€œYou’re welcome to make yourself comfortable,” Bruce teased. β€œBut don’t ruin the couch cushions.”

β€œRelax, B, I’ve got it under control,” Arthur said, waving him off.

The room was filled with the soft sound of laughter as the group settled into place. Diana and Barry nestled into the cushions, while Clark and Bruce found a comfortable spot on the couch, cozy beneath the blankets.

They started with an old classic superhero movie, something lighthearted that didn’t require much thought. Bruce, as always, was meticulously focused on the details of the film, while Clark couldn’t help but laugh at how serious his boyfriend was about it.

Diana leaned against Barry, who was already halfway through the popcorn, sharing a few jokes and comments about how they could do things differently. Arthur, ever the cynic, grumbled at the portrayal of the hero on screen.

β€œI mean, honestly,” Arthur muttered, β€œthey really messed up the character.”

Clark’s laughter was genuine, nudging Bruce playfully. β€œSee? Even the king of Atlantis can’t escape the occasional bad portrayal.”

β€œMaybe,” Bruce said, his voice low, β€œbut I’m pretty sure we could do better if we were in charge.”

It was moments like these, when the weight of the world wasn’t on their shoulders, that they felt truly free. As the movie played on, Barry and Diana quietly started to drift off to sleep, their soft breathing filling the space, while Arthur dozed with his head resting against the couch.

Bruce and Clark, the two pillars of the group, simply enjoyed the warmth of each other’s presence. It was a rare, precious moment, a time to recharge, to laugh, to feel safe, and to love. No villains to fight, no crises to resolve, just each other and the simple joy of being together.

The day passed in a haze of cozy cuddles, whispered jokes, and shared snacks. Even Batman, who never truly let his guard down, found solace in the companionship of his friends, and in the quiet, comforting embrace of Clark Kent.

Hope you liked it! :))

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anything-pov
2 months ago

i like the fics where reader is a member of the BAU's siblings/child

could you maybe write one like that

i'm giving you the choice of who/what relationship

Something angsty though reader gets injured or kidnapped or something

Happy ending obviously

Hurt comfort types stuff please πŸ™

Agent Y/N Hotchner

Summary: Y/N Hotchner (Aaron Hotchner’s younger sibling) joined the team six months ago, after Aaron's retirement, Y/N found interest in the team when they got their hands on an old case file. Signing up for training, Y/N underestimated the responsibility of being on the BAU team.

Work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64296616

The warehouse smelled of oil and rust, the air thick with dust that settled on their skin like a second layer. JJ, Tara, and Y/N Hotchner had been searching for an escape route when the unsub, an unhinged, paranoid survivalist, had slammed a metal door shut behind them, locking them inside.

"Shit," JJ hissed, immediately reaching for her radio, but all they got was static. The unsub must’ve jammed the signal.

"We need to find another way out," Tara said, scanning the room. The only exit was the locked door and a boarded-up window near the ceiling. "If we stay put, he might come back, but if we make noise, he might justβ€”" Before she could finish, Y/N spotted movement from the shadows. The unsub lunged.

Instinct took over. Y/N moved fast, trying to dodge his attack, but he was bigger, stronger, and caught them by the arm, yanking them off balance. She twisted in his grip, but the force sent them crashing to the ground, their left shoulder slamming against the concrete at a terrible angle.

A sharp, white-hot pain shot through their body. Y/N let out a rough, broken scream, their breath catching as agony swallowed them whole.

"Y/N!" JJ and Tara’s voices overlapped, their footsteps rushing toward them.

The unsub took a step back, breathing heavily, but instead of running, he sneered down at Y/N. "Should've stayed down, girl." JJ didn’t hesitate.

One shot.

The crack of the gunshot echoed in the warehouse as the bullet tore into the unsub’s chest. He staggered, eyes widening in shock before crumpling to the ground. JJ kept her gun raised, breathing heavy, her jaw tight. "You okay?" she asked Tara without looking away from the unmoving body.

Tara was already at Y/N’s side, pressing a steadying hand against their uninjured shoulder. "Y/N, talk to me," she urged, voice calm but firm. Y/N panted through the pain, their body curling in on itself. "Shoulderβ€”" she rasped. "It’sβ€”"

"Dislocated," Tara finished for them, carefully running a hand over the injury. Y/N flinched violently, a strangled noise escaping their throat.

JJ slowly approached the unsub, toeing his gun away before kneeling down to check his pulse. Two fingers pressed against his neck, waiting, nothing. She exhaled sharply, eyes dark. "He's dead." Without another glance, she turned back to Y/N. Y/N groaned, their body shifting slightly, sending a fresh wave of pain searing through their shoulder. "Fuckβ€”"

"I know," JJ murmured, immediately kneeling beside them. She reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "I know, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Tara stood, scanning the dimly lit warehouse. "We can’t just leave them like this. I need to find something to splint their shoulder, keep it stabilized." JJ nodded, her focus on Y/N as Tara moved through the space, rummaging through rusted shelves and discarded crates.

"J… hurts," Y/N whimpered, their breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. JJ’s fingers curled around Y/N’s good hand. "I know, honey. I know. But I’m right here. We’re gonna get you through this." JJ shifted slightly, allowing Y/N to lean against her chest.

She could feel the unsteady rise and fall of Y/N’s breathing, the tremors wracking their body. "Just focus on me, okay? What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get out of here?" Y/N exhaled shakily, their forehead pressing into JJ’s shoulder. "Shower… maybe s-sleep forever," she mumbled weakly.

JJ huffed a soft laugh. "Yeah? Sounds like a plan. I’ll even make you coffee in the morning."

"C-coffee…" Y/N breathed, the thought almost too far away to care about, but it still brought a small, appreciative smile to their lips. Tara returned a minute later, a wooden plank and some torn fabric in her hands. "This'll have to do until we can get them out of here."

JJ helped shift Y/N slightly, but even the smallest movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through their body. Y/N moaned low in their throat, eyes squeezing shut as their head fell back against JJ’s shoulder.

"You’re doing so good," JJ whispered, pressing her lips to Y/N’s temple. "Just a little longer, okay?" Tara worked quickly, binding Y/N’s arm as gently as she could. "It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep it stable." She met Y/N’s pain-glazed eyes. "You hanging in there?"

Y/N gave a small, tired nod. "Barely." JJ adjusted her hold on Y/N, wrapping an arm around their back to support them. "I’ve got you," she murmured. The minutes stretched into an eternity. JJ and Tara kept talking to them, keeping them awake.

JJ rubbed slow, comforting circles into their back, whispering soft reassurances. Tara kept checking their pulse, making sure she wasn’t slipping too far into the pain. "You’re a tough one, Hotchner," Tara mused, her tone light despite the tension. Y/N huffed a weak chuckle. "Runs in the family."

"Yeah, I know." Tara kept a careful eye on Y/N as her voice softened. "You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta keep you talking, all right? Let’s take your mind off the pain." Y/N nodded, their throat tight. "I don’t know if I can."

"Yes, you can," JJ insisted, brushing her hand over Y/N’s damp forehead. "You’ve got this, just talk to us. Tara, make them talk. Anything." Tara raised her brows, a playful glint in her eyes. "Okay, okay. Fine, let’s see… You ever think about going skydiving, Hotchner?" Y/N let out a weak breath. "Skydiving? Are you crazy?"

Tara grinned. "Well, you’ve gotta die somehow, right? Might as well be in a way that makes people say, β€˜Man, they were brave.’" Y/N laughed weakly, but it was enough to draw out another strained but genuine smile. "I’m more of a stay-on-the-ground kind of person."

JJ smiled, continuing her gentle ministrations. "You and me both." The sound of approaching sirens finally broke the silence. JJ exhaled in relief, her grip tightening around Y/N.

"They’re here," she whispered. Y/N let out a shaky breath, their body trembling against JJ. "You did good, kid," JJ murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their hair. "You did real good."

The warehouse door was kicked open, a burst of voices flooding inside. "FBI! Hands where we can see them!" Emily’s voice. Tara stood immediately, signaling to the team. "We’re clear! Unsub’s down... Y/N’s hurt!"

Boots pounded against the concrete floor as their team rushed in, led by Emily, Luke, and Rossi. Emily’s eyes swept the room, landing on JJ and Y/N, her expression shifting from hardened focus to sharp concern.

JJ barely looked up. "She needs a medic... now." Emily knelt beside them, her hand grazing Y/N’s uninjured arm. "Hey, kid," she said gently. Y/N groaned in response, their head rolling weakly against JJ’s shoulder.

"She needs help Em," JJ murmured. "She’s exhausted." The paramedics arrived next, their med bags already unzipped. "What are we looking at?"

"Left shoulder dislocation," Tara answered, stepping back to give them space. "She took a hard fall." One of the medics knelt, assessing Y/N’s arm with careful hands. "We’ll get them on a stretcher, stabilize the joint, and give them something for the pain."

Y/N whimpered when they moved them. JJ ran a soothing hand over their hair. "I got you," she whispered. "Just breathe, sweetheart." Emily’s gaze flicked to JJ, catching the rare softness in her eyes. She knew JJ cared about Y/N, hell, they all did, but this? This was different.

JJ had spent an hour holding Y/N together, keeping them from breaking under the pain. That kind of care wasn’t just professional. It was personal. The medics got Y/N secured, an oxygen mask over their nose, an IV slipping into their arm to deliver pain relief. The tension in their body finally started to ease.

JJ stood, hesitating for only a second before squeezing Y/N’s fingers once more. "I’ll be right behind you, okay?" Y/N’s eyelids fluttered, a ghost of a nod. As the stretcher rolled out, Emily turned to JJ. "You okay?" JJ let out a breath, her eyes trailing after Y/N. "I will be."

Emily studied her for a beat before nodding. "Let’s get them to the hospital."

- - -

The hospital room was bright, too bright, the overhead lights casting a sterile glow over the pale blue walls. Y/N lay on the exam table, their body finally beginning to relax as the drugs coursed through their system.

JJ stood beside them, one hand wrapped around Y/N’s as the doctors and nurses moved efficiently around them, preparing to reset their shoulder. "You’re doing great, kid," JJ murmured, her thumb tracing small circles against Y/N’s skin. "Just a little longer."

Y/N blinked slowly, their pupils dilated, their lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. "Alright," the doctor announced, positioning himself at Y/N’s side. "We’re gonna get that shoulder back in place. You might feel some pressure."

Y/N let out a breath, their gaze flicking up to JJ, "Stay?" JJ’s heart clenched. "I’m not going anywhere," she promised. The doctor nodded at the nurse, who adjusted the IV drip, pumping more painkillers into Y/N’s system.

JJ could see the drugs taking hold, the tension in Y/N’s muscles easing, their expression softening, their blinks growing slower. The doctor gave JJ a small look of warning before he took hold of Y/N’s arm, rotating it gently. Y/N whimpered, a small, pained sound escaping their lips, their fingers weakly squeezing JJ’s hand.

JJ leaned closer. "I know, sweetheart. Almost done."

A swift movement, a deep pop...

And then it was over.

Y/N let out a slow exhale, blinking up at JJ with glassy eyes. "Did you see that?" she mumbled, voice slurring. "My arm justβ€”boomβ€”" she wiggled their fingers lazily, "back in place." JJ bit back a smile, brushing her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. "Yeah, I saw."

Y/N grinned, slow and sleepy, "I feel great. I love drugs. I should dislocate stuff more often." JJ snorted, "Let’s not make a habit of that, okay?" Y/N just giggled, their head lolling slightly to the side. "You're so pretty."

JJ huffed a quiet laugh. "You’re definitely high."

"Maybe," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re still pretty." JJ shook her head, smiling as she brushed a damp strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead.

The door burst open seconds later, and the rest of the team rushed in. Rossi, Tara, Luke, and Emily all crowded around the bed, their faces a mix of concern and relief. "How’s she doing?" Emily asked, her sharp eyes immediately scanning Y/N’s face.

JJ smirked. "She’s high as hell." Y/N blinked sluggishly at the new arrivals, their face lighting up when she spotted Emily. "Boss lady!" she greeted with a bright, dopey grin. Emily arched an eyebrow. "That’s me." Y/N nodded sagely, squeezing JJ’s hand. "Did you know… that JJ isΒ soΒ pretty?"

JJ sighed. "Oh god, we’re back to this." Luke grinned. "I like high Y/N. She’s affectionate." Y/N’s head lolled toward him. "Luuuuke," she drawled. "You’re so... so...Β tall." He chuckled. "Can’t argue with that." Rossi stepped closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. "How’s the shoulder, kid?"

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before whispering, as if revealing a great secret, "Attached." The whole team laughed. Even Rossi let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s good," Tara said, amused. "Let’s keep it that way."

Y/N nodded solemnly before their eyes drifted down to where JJ’s hand was still in theirs. She patted it clumsily. "This... is my emotional support JJ." JJ groaned, but the team lost it, laughter echoing through the small hospital room.

"You’re not wrong," Emily said, shooting JJ a teasing glance. Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning their head back against the pillows. "I love you guys." Tara chuckled. "You’re gonna regret saying that when you sober up." Y/N’s face scrunched up.

"Nope. I mean it. You’re all my bestest friends." She turned to Emily, their eyes shining with exaggerated sincerity. "Even you, boss lady. Even though you’re scary sometimes." Emily smirked. "That’s fair." Luke shook his head, grinning. "I should record this."

Y/N gasped. "Nooo." She clutched JJ’s hand dramatically. "JJ, protect me!" JJ rolled her eyes but gave Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, alright. No recordings." Y/N exhaled in relief before their gaze landed on Tara. "Taraaa," she drawled. "You were so cool back there. Like a doctor. You should be a doctor."

Tara laughed. "I’ll consider it." Y/N nodded. "Good. You’d be great." Rossi smirked. "I think the painkillers are wearing off." Y/N pouted. "Nooo. I like being floaty." Emily shook her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Y/N groaned, already feeling the first hints of exhaustion creeping in. "Ugh. Future me’s problem." JJ smiled softly, brushing her thumb over Y/N’s knuckles. "Alright, enough excitement. You need to rest."

Y/N sighed but nodded, their eyelids already drooping. "Okay. But only 'cause you said so, emotional support JJ."

The team chuckled again, the weight of the day finally beginning to ease as Y/N drifted off to sleep, still holding onto JJ’s hand.

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laika6007
1 year ago

so this is love

So This Is Love

I was walking down the street, returning home from work. It was calm- the leaves fallen on the ground in different shades of brown, orange and yellow, the ambrosial of sweet potatoes, cinnamon, pumpkins, cooked butternut squash and much more, telling that fall had arrived. A hand had made its way around my shoulder; I'd recognized the scent of cloves and vanilla from the perfume. I knew who it was and a smile had already formed on my lips.

"Good evening" said the voice as we continued walking. "evening; how was your day?" I asked while wrapping my hands around his. "Good to be frank never had a day off for myself, walked the dog and slept in the whole day" Fabio answered, we continued talking loving the presence of one another. The hair on my neck and arms rose up due to chilly breeze and the next thing I knew was being pulled in and hugged by Fabio, while my body was covered by his long coat.

"better?" "much better". We stood on the quite street as the classics of 1950's love songs started playing from one of the houses. "may I ?" Fabio asked while locking his eyes with mine that showed pure love, affection, they held trust and felt the same when we first met or when he was there by my side at my worst times saying that 'it was all going to be okay'.

I nodded smiling as he guided me in the middle of the street, it was late and there weren't vehicles on the road. I felt his hands on my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck. We moved our bodies serenely to the sound of music, staring into each others eyes with deep affection. Our lips were inches apart, Fabio closed the gap between us. His lips were perfectly synced with mine as if it were a red string of fate bringing two people deeply in love with one another back together. It felt warm, fuzzy, slow and ardent. They felt home and comfort. It was one of his ways to tell me that he was never going to let me go.

The calm music expressing true love, leaves falling on the ground, harvest of cranberries and two people madly in love in the middle of the street dancing and kissing. It felt like the time was moving slow. It was perfect.

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors. Credits to google as well for help <3

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