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you can always listen to an album start to end in order to remember how beautiful life & art is

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So ffffucking hot 😫

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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the team is chasing the sickest murderers to ever live meanwhile these two on the phone sexually harassing each other

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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

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i can’t stand “it’s not that deep” attitudes like even if it really really isn’t that deep just PLAY WITH ME. just fucking PLAY. have a meaningless but deep analytical conversation with me. just like think about shit for fun. does anyone else like to think about stuff for fun. it’s so lonely

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I feel like Robert Pattinson was born to be a strange old man actor. Like he's already great but he's really gonna hit his peak when he's around 70

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They’re not planning on taking you alive.

BUCKY BARNES in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR

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They should invent a method of asking for reassurance that nobody secretly hates you that doesn't make people secretly hate you.

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how BDE walks

how BDE stands

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Joel and his daughters.

(insp)

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㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

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steady hands

pairings joel miller x reader

summary you don’t feel the pain as much as you feel his panic. joel’s hands are trembling and no matter how many times you say you’re fine, he keeps looking at you like he’s about to lose everything all over again.

content angst, established relationship, minor injury, joel panics, hurt/comfort, protective joel, joel can’t cope with you getting hurt, blood mention, emotional vulnerability, soft reassurance, love in the silence.

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the sting in your side wasn’t the worst you’d ever felt. a clean graze from a bullet, nothing more.

you’d been lucky. lucky the shooter had a shaky aim, lucky joel had dropped him with a single shot before anything worse could happen.

but joel wasn’t acting like you were lucky. he was acting like the world had just ended. again.

“sit,” he barked the second you both made it inside an abandoned warehouse.

his voice was low but sharp, one hand steering you toward the sagging couch in the corner while the other yanked his backpack off with a jerk.

“i’m fine—”

“didn’t ask,” he cut you off, rummaging through his pack for the med kit, hands moving too fast, too frantic.

you sighed, wincing when the motion shifted your weight and pulled at your side. that made him pause. just for a second. but it was enough to see the flash of something raw behind his eyes. fear.

he knelt in front of you and reached for your shirt. “lemme see it.”

you held still while he cut away the fabric around the wound with his pocketknife. his hands were shaking. subtle, but noticeable. joel miller’s hands never shook. not even in a firefight.

“i told you i’m okay,” you tried again, softer this time.

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the blood, excessive. enough to redden your shirt and smear across his fingertips. his jaw worked like he was biting something back.

“you ain’t okay,” he muttered. “you’re bleedin’. that ain’t okay with me.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but the look on his face made you stop. not angry. just haunted.

joel poured alcohol over the wound without warning. you jumped, cursing, and he flinched like he’d felt it too.

“shit. sorry,” he breathed. “i just—fuck, i should’ve seen the bastard comin’. should’ve had you behind me.”

“it wasn’t your fault,” you said gently. “he was hidden in the trees. could’ve happened to either of us.”

you hissed sharply when the sting flared up, and joel froze, eyes flicking up to catch your reaction.

his jaw clenched again as he started wrapping the bandage, each movement careful now, too careful, like he thought he’d hurt you worse if he didn’t go slow.

when he spoke again, his voice was quiet.

“next time,” he said, eyes locked on the gauze, “you let me go first. that way if someone gets hurt, it’s me. that’s the deal.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the tremor in his voice. “joel—”

“i ain’t losin’ you.” his eyes met yours finally, and there it was. all of it. the panic. the guilt. the storm he was trying to hold back behind that rugged, stoic shell.

“you get that? you go down, i don’t—i can’t…”

you bit your lip, trying to keep still, but the pain was sharp and sudden.

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” joel said softly, his hand resting warm and steady on your side.

“i’m right here. you’re okay, okay? you’re tough as hell—tougher than anyone i know. ain’t nothing gonna break you, not while i’m around.”

you swallowed, the sting still sharp, but his words wrapped around you like a shield.

“just lean on me, baby girl. i got you.” he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, thumb trailing gently over your cheek. “you’re safe now. i'm here.”

he trailed off, chest rising and falling like he’d just finished running. his hands were still on your side, gently holding your wrist as if feeling your pulse would convince him you were still here.

you leaned forward and gently cupped the side of his face. “i’m okay. you stopped it before it got worse. you saved me. like you always do.”

his eyes slipped closed at your touch. he turned into it slightly, like he didn’t want to let go.

“i shouldn’t’ve let you get in front of me,” he whispered. “i’m supposed to protect you.”

“you do. every day.”

he pulled in a shaky breath. “not well enough.”

you kissed his forehead. just a light press, just enough to ground him.

“joel. look at me.”

he did.

“you’re allowed to be scared,” you told him. “but i’m not made of glass. i’ve got your back out there too, you know.”

“don’t want you to have to,” he admitted. “i’d take every hit if i could.”

you smiled gently, your thumb brushing over his stubbled cheek.

“i know. but we’re a team, remember? and i need you to keep it together when i get a scratch. because if our roles were reversed, i know you’d be telling me not to panic.”

joel huffed a breath. almost a laugh, but it cracked too hard to be lighthearted.

“yeah, well. turns out i ain’t so good at takin’ my own advice.”

“you’re doing fine. a little overdramatic, but fine.”

“overdramatic,” he echoed with a scoff, wrapping the last bit of gauze around your side. “damn got a hole shot in you and i’m overdramatic.”

“joel.”

his eyes flicked up. you held his gaze.

“i’m here. i’m safe. and i’m not going anywhere.”

something in him melted then. his shoulders dropped, the tension draining slowly, like your words had finally pushed through the wall.

he pressed a kiss to your bandaged side, then rested his forehead against it. “you ever scare me like that again, i’m tyin’ you to the goddamn porch.”

you grinned. “you’d miss me after five minutes.”

he was smiling now, just a little, his hand curling gently around your uninjured one.

and even though you were the one bleeding, he looked like he was the one who’d just barely survived.

you didn’t say anything more. you just held onto him, letting the silence stretch until his breathing slowed and his hands stopped shaking.

letting him know without words this time that you were his. and you weren’t going anywhere.

not now. not ever.

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