#will turner comfort

[darklcy]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

‣ will turner x f! reader | 1.5k words | slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, comfort; im in love with will turner

‣ when the uncertainty of the future makes itself known to you, he's there to give you a gentle reminder through his embrace.

‣ i recently watched potc for the first time ever and yeah. im obsessed with him maybe actually

You used to long for nights like this. A couple hours to yourself and the great blue while the rest of the world quieted, weak to their need for rest. 

Above you lay a painting of constellations as far as the eye can stretch, and if you watched closely and held your breath, a wish could be found amongst the specs of light. Blink and it’d be lost forever, but such are the wonders of the vastness beyond Earth’s gates. It was a shame the moon welcomed sleep instead of wake.

Without a single cloud, her light embraced you like your mother once did, many years ago in childhood.

Your hands grip together above your trembling kneecaps. The moon brought cold winds with her beauty, as did the sea water beneath the Black Pearl. The weather wouldn’t scare you off this night, however. The bundle of cloth tightened around your shoulders as you peered up to the sky once more, allowing yourself  yet again to be caught in her hypnosis.

It’d been months since you stepped foot in your hometown. The second boot met this vessel’s wood, the gravity of consequences made themselves familiar. Home would never be home again. Your image was now tainted, purity washed away with bad blood, piracy, under command of Captain Jack Sparrow. And what a name he had, for good and for worse. Mostly worse.

It didn’t bother you at first. No longer bound to an island with invisible chains of societal pressures and standards. Out here, your name was all you had. No care for a backstory, for family ties, or occupation. Freedom released the chains from your soul, metal rupturing under itself and disintegrating. The stench of saltwater, pirates and rum soon became home, and as you inhaled and exhaled on the wooden steps, your joints and aching muscles freshened.

Still, there was a feeling you couldn’t quite shake off no matter how far you sailed. It was bothersome, and you could tell it was beginning to affect you. 

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Others were starting to notice as well. 

There was room for one more occupant deliberately open, he took note of. His body heat robbed you of your chill, replacing it with his warmth as his arm bumped yours, easily reminding you of the liminal space you now resided in. 

Will Turner had become a close friend. Never the type of man you’d suspect to become a pirate, with his understanding nature and selfless acts. He had a father out there, you learned early on. “Bootstrap” Bill Turner. His name carried weight overseas, having been a part of Jack Sparrow’s old crew–prior mutiny.

His whereabouts lay unknown now, either taken by the sea herself or out on a boat serving another captain under alias. You could see how much it affected Will. He wasn’t one to particularly hide his emotions, and yet, certain days he required a little re-reading. 

His arms dangled over his thighs with his lips resting in their usual frown. The pinch between his brows had lessened a bit, but you could still detect a faint indent. A pirate’s life isn’t necessarily blissful, you suppose. His brown eyes interlock with yours when his chin turns to you. 

“What’s on your mind?”

You break his eye contact to find your fumbling fingertips, your nails anxiously kneading your cloak’s fabric back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

Will drawls your name as his shoulder nudges you. You scoff with a grin.

“Sorry, I just,” You glance up, still not meeting him. “I’ve been thinking about home lately.”

He hums. 

“You miss it?” 

Do you? You pause for a moment.

 “I don’t know yet.”

He remains silent to allocate for any other thoughts you want to share, to which you settle in and release another sigh.

“It’s not that I wish to return, in fact I quite enjoy being out here. I have no life back home, but here I am, watching the night sky like I’m a little girl again.”

A single cloud trails the moon’s borders, a warning for frigid air. Will shuffles closer.

“I think about what’s to come. For you, the crew, myself.” You threaten another smile. “Jack.”

Will chuckles. “No bother worrying about him, that’s for certain.”

“And still, I wonder where he will end up. He’s so unpredictable, frankly it stresses me out.”

The two of you share a hushed laugh. You at last face him beside you, a nice fervor to your cheeks at his dimpled grin and soft eyes. He truly was handsome for a pirate. You’d imagine this life would break him, that one day his sanity would wane and crumble right before you, but his smile brightened the night as it always had, even now in your time of turmoil. 

He’d rot away on the Black Pearl should he remain here, when his destiny lay greater than yours, greater than any old pirate on a quest to satisfy selfish desires. A frown kisses your lips. 

“Where will you go, Will?”

His brows pull together this time in skepticism. 

“In a year’s time, say we’re still here, sailing the Black Pearl. Where will you go then?”

You watch as his knuckles cushion his chin. He’s quiet, steadily exhaling through his nose as his eyes wander the deck. 

“...I’d like to find my father.”

You lean closer, pushing him just slightly.

“And tomorrow? Say we hear news of your father right at dawn, just as the crew wakes up. Would you go, then?”

You realize then you wouldn’t want him to. The pain of his absence would be too great for your longing heart. You wished happiness for him, but would he stay if you asked him? Would you even be able to unleash that self-serving desire to him? 

You speak faster than your pounding chest can keep up with.

“I-,”

“ You have far too much potential to be here with us when you could be making more progress out there. You should go. You should be with him, you deserve to know where he is, and what happened to him.”

Will nods. You make a fair point. The sorrow of his leave has begun to sink her claws into your blood, but maybe now's the time to mourn him before he inevitably vanishes from you forever. 

“And what about you? Where will you go?”

You flinch, taken aback, the suddenness tethering you to the present moment. It renders you speechless for a minute. It wasn’t a year in the future, and tomorrow hadn’t yet broken the horizon. Will Turner was still here, right here on these steps, tonight. His inquiry brings him even closer to you, as if he too could feel the crave of your pulse, the pulse that quickened the longer you lived in his eyes.

“...I’ve nowhere to go.”

It’s revealed at last, and Will softens. You fixate on your knees, the tugging of fabric never faltering under your grip.

“...I’m afraid, Will. I’m afraid one day, the Black Pearl will fade, and so will everyone aboard, you included. I’m afraid of the day I’ll be stuck here while life carries on without me.”

You didn’t want him to go. You have him now, but how long until he disappears to the sea? Until you’re inevitably alone, sailing a ship with no crew, no family, no home. 

“It’s incredibly selfish of me, when I want more than anything for you to find your father. I want you to go where the wind can take you, and still I…”

Will’s hand encases yours.

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He speaks your name like a god’s prayer, as if it was a sacred relic to be cherished and protected. Maybe you could pretend that’s how he felt about you. You squeeze his hand in return, but he continues.

“What happens in a year doesn’t matter now. You’re here, and I’m here. I’m here tonight, tomorrow, and more days to come.”

His open palm takes the side of your face to turn towards his, his body meeting yours.

He was even beautiful up close; his gaze could lull you into a hypnosis that matched the moon’s, and as his thumb soothed the skin of your cheek, you realized just how eagerly you were holding onto him.

You see blatantly how much he means to you. How dear his presence was in your heart, and how him being close to you awoke emotions you never wanted to forget. It feels foolish now to wonder about future events when he’s here before you, promising his commitment through the palm of his hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

He catches your tears with both hands, embracing you ever so close to him, erasing any fragment of space that allows the wind to brisk your skin. His warmth flushed your body as more and more tears fled you, clinging onto his forearms like he’d vanish any second. When he parts, his forehead kisses yours, refusing to let you go just yet. 

“Wherever you are, I’m with you. If you’ll have me, I’ll stay with you and protect you from ever worrying about me leaving you again.”

His body encircled yours in a safe caress, his arms tight around your torso. You rested your cheek against his collarbone as you sighed, breathing him in, holding onto whatever you could of him. 

“I’m with you, Will.”

I’m with you.

[cubbihue]

Does the tooth fairy now have an even bigger fascination with timmy now that hes her nephew in law?

She does! His teeth was her masterpiece, her pride and joy. Tooth doesn't think there'd be any other teeth like his. Besides maybe Chip Skylark's teeth.

She loves her new little relative though! It's not every day your favorite teeth get to persist beyond time and space for all eternity!!

Timmy likes Tooth Fairy. She's one of the most stable and reliably mature adult Fairy he's has ever known. He had hoped Peri would pursue dentistry with her.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[carnevol]

Day 10: Favorite co-star of @slowsweetlove’s list

[bebx]

I don’t understand people who can watch a show, finish it and go on with their lives instead of absorbing and making that show their entire personality for at least 3 months, because watching yellowjackets and then going on with my life like nothing happened aren’t enough for me. I need to go live in the wilderness and start my own cannibalistic cult or something

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay, trying and utterly failing to be normal about the fact this tracksuit zip up

is the same one he wore during eycte in 2016

i mean. help??????? 🫠

[saturnisaroace]

DID SOMEBODY ORDER MORE CAST PICS?

📸disneydescendants on IG

[stars-remain2]

Happy 1st Birthday Masters of the Air! As a birthday present and to mark off a bingo square for MoTA’s 1st Birthday Bingo with @mota-collab, here is my new story “Lucky” on AO3. You’ll find the bingo square it’s for at the end of the story.

I’m definitely no @hogans-heroes @joeyalohadream @swifty-fox @blixabargelds @rambleonwaywardson (who are my heroes!!) and so many others but I had an absolute blast writing this fic. I may not be the most talented or prolific but I love MoTA and I love this fandom and the little family we’ve got here. That’s enough of a reason to celebrate for me. I’m the one who feels - yes, you guessed it - “lucky.” 🥰❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62302900

Summary:

Gale’s two ill-fated Bremen missions result in a catastrophic injury and getting shot down. This is the story of those two missions, two pilots falling in love and one sheepskin jacket.

[youokaybucky]

I miss austin and callum interviews so much 🥹😂😭 like austin always looked so happy to be there doing them with callum. So I'll say "I'm missing you" to the austin and callum bromance 🤩

@dailydoseofaustinbutler

[atticssmellgood]

‘Cause You’re Not Home (You’re Never Home)

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Summary: He’s been acting distant lately

Word count: 2.1k

Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, cursing

A/N: This is a request from forever ago that I just now got an idea for. I may or may not have shed a few tears while writing it🥰 this is my first time writing angst in a romantic setting be nice please🙏

(Title is from Bratty B by Best Coast)

Tossing and turning never seemed to quell the pit of anxiety that was continuing to build little by little each night. Nor did it make the bed feel any less cold and empty as you laid in it.

It was easy enough for the first couple weeks to accept Alex’s behavior as apart of his job. Hell, you knew exactly what you were getting into when you married someone in the music industry. But as days and nights stretched by and you saw your husband less and less, something deep in you stirred. A sense of loneliness, maybe? Or perhaps it was insecurity, fear that he had gotten tired of you.

Either way, it kept your mind racing and your eyes wide open.

You sat up in bed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you stared at the adjacent wall.

Your gaze turned to land on the phone resting atop the bedside table, charging.

Maybe he sent a text?

That sliver of hope escapes you as the phone screen lights up and displays nothing but the time, alongside a picture of you smiling as Alex pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You stare at the photo until the screen goes black, shrouding you in darkness once more.

Something aches in your chest as you glance at his side of the bed. The lack of him leaving you feeling cold.

But the feeling is quickly replaced by surprise as you hear the front door to the house open, the floorboards creaking under Alex’s familiar steps.

After a moment of contemplation, you find yourself quietly exiting the bedroom and making your way downstairs. You stop when you reach the bottom and see a very disheveled Alex.

His slight swaying indicates an air of inebriation, and his eyes convey a sort of mental exhaustion too heavy to hide.

“Love…?” You speak, breaking the settled silence like throwing something into still water.

His head immediately jerks up, surprise flickering across his features before being blanketed by a stoic expression. He turns away.

“You’re up late.” His voice is blank. It’s more of an observation or a statement rather than any sort of question.

The anxiety you feel is replaced by a sort of angry sadness. The two mixed together made for a nauseating combination.

“Where have you been?” You’re a little firm in your words, approaching to stand beside him. He smells of alcohol and doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Out. The studio session ran late.”

You feel your emotions bubble up at that. He didn’t even try to come up with something convincing.

“Don’t lie. You smell like alcohol, you’re swaying…” You cross your arms. “And I sincerely doubt that they would keep you until three in the morning, Alex.”

Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes finally turning to meet yours. What was found in them was unsettling. Ugly.

“Why are you so concerned about where I’ve been?” He snapped “I’m home. That’s the only thing that matters.”

You were taken aback for a moment before your frustration built.

“You have no right to talk to me like that. I’m just trying to figure out why the hell you’ve been coming home so late for the past couple weeks.”

Alex sneered, running a stressed hand through his already tousled hair. “God, can you leave me alone for five seconds??”

Your jaw clenched. “You’ve barely talked to me in days.”

“I know. It’s been bliss without your constant nagging.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You shoot the question at him, your anger only growing.

Then, it was almost like something in him gave way as he sneered.

“Me? What’s wrong with me??” He laughed, but there was no humor or lightheartedness to be found as he turned to face you fully, pointing at your chest.

“You don’t know shit. All you do is cling to me every second of every fucking day, and you expect me to not want a little space???” He scoffed.

You can feel a small fracture in your chest as he berates you, your anger diminishing ever so slightly.

…have you really been too clingy?

You shrink into yourself a little, swallowing as you avert your gaze to the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you last month sporadically.

You put them in a vase on the kitchen counter, but now their once vibrant colors were pushed out to make way for the darker ones that came with death.

Alex continued to ramble on at you.

“I’m gone for one hour and I look on my phone to see a dozen missed calls from you. Can you not just fucking trust me for once? Is it really that hard?”

You feel your anger come back at full force when he says that, the rage bubbling up before you could suppress it.

“I’m just worried about you!” Your voice raises, and that’s what sets everything in motion.

“You’re treating me like a goddamn child!”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t if you weren’t acting like one!”

“Maybe if you stopped hovering over me I wouldn’t need to be so distant!”

The yelling between the two of you continued, only growing louder until Alex said something that made both of you stop.

“God, I can’t believe I married you!”

The room fell eerily silent after that.

Alex’s face was one of shock, as if he had only overheard the argument you were having rather than participated in it.

His words eventually processed, and you felt your heart drop. Your anger dissipated, leaving only a harsh pain in your chest.

Your fears weren’t supposed to come true. They were supposed to be silly, insignificant things that were only the result of insecurities or passing anxious thoughts.

The wedding ring on your finger suddenly felt like it weighed ten tons as you stared at each other.

The one who breaks the silence is Alex, stepping forward a little, reaching over but stopping just short, as if he were scared he’d get burned.

“Love, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright.” You murmur, swallowing. It was far from alright.

The tension was so thick it almost anchored time in its place.

You wanted to be anywhere but here, with Alex staring at him silently. Like he was begging for something.

“…I think I should get some sleep.” You don’t look at him. “I have to get up for work in the morning.”

————

Those were the last words you had spoken to him in the past several hours.

Alex was close to ripping his hair out because of his own stupidity, his mind and body filled with nothing but pure guilt as he thought about his words.

The look on your face was still fresh in his mind, plaguing him with a certain clarity he wish he could erase.

What was wrong with him?

The issue wasn’t you. It was never you. It never would be you.

His old habits had come back to haunt him after they wrapped up the tour. Right before this whole ordeal started.

The adrenaline had worn off, leaving Alex with nothing but a shell of himself.

A costume with nothing underneath.

The persona he projected to everyone else was something he’d grown used to. And yet it wasn’t him.

He hated himself for it.

Hated the fears and insecurities he harbored.

Hated that he didn’t feel like the man he was underneath all the leather and hair gel was enough.

Not for anyone.

And especially not for you.

Drinking was something he fell back on. He was too scared to admit to you this growing pit of emptiness he felt every time he looked in the mirror. Too scared of your reaction.

It hadn’t been his intention to push you away and shut you out, but he had done so regardless, inadvertently proving himself right.

You were too good for him.

But maybe this was the eye-opener he needed in order to mend the rift between the two of you. The little shove to make him realize that he was the one damaging things.

And that’s what led to the moment you were at now.

Work had been horrible that day, and it was even worse when the scene from the night before was replaying in your head on a constant loop.

But you weren’t expecting the smell of food to greet you as you walked in the door.

Only when you realized someone else might be in the house did you look up to see who it could’ve been.

Alex stood in the middle of the room, rather stiffly, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other held what looked like a vinyl record.

You close the door behind you and Alex’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

You’re not sure what to say, and it’s silent until he tentatively makes his way to you, his footsteps the only sound.

He holds out the flowers to you as he stops and you take them after a small moment of hesitation.

He hands you the record as well. A special edition of your favorite album.

You look down at the gifts in your hands, your expression softening to an almost sad state. You look up to speak, but Alex beats you to it.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is soft and gentle. A direct contrast to the anger it held last night.

He averts his eyes a little, gathering his words before looking back into your eyes.

“I know a few gifts isn’t going to make what I did or what I said go away, but…” he clenches his jaw in nervousness, but he does his best to look right at you as he speaks.

“None of those words I said last night were true. I was drunk, and angry at myself, and being a complete and utter asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to shut you out, or make it seem like I didn’t care about you. I just…”

Alex let out a shaky breath, finally letting his real feelings slip.

“I’m so afraid that I’m not enough.” He looked away finally, his voice wavering.

“That what’s underneath this rockstar persona I’ve created for myself isn’t what you want.”

“I’ve been avoiding you because I-…I’m so utterly terrified you’re going to get tired of me. Get bored of what I really am rather than the mask I wear on stage.”

He didn’t realize when tears started to pool in his waterline.

“I know I’m not good enough for you, but please know that I love you more than anything and…”

Alex trailed off, words stuck in his throat as his eyes fluttered. A few tears dripped from his lashes. He couldn’t bear to look at you.

The last thing he expected was for two warm hands to cup his face, thumbs wiping at his teary eyes.

There was silence. He didn’t dare look up.

“Alex.” Your voice was softer than it had ever been

“Look at me.”

He took a small breath, sniffling slightly as he finally gained the courage.

When his gaze met yours, he was sure he was going to be met with a look of disgust or hatred. Maybe even a laugh at the stupidity of his insecurities.

Instead, all he saw was gentle understanding.

You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, the presents once in your hands now lying on the floor next to your feet.

You took a moment to gather your words, looking into the chocolate brown eyes you loved so much. The same ones that were now filled with tears and searching your own for some sort of answer to his confession.

You took a deep breath.

“Alex..” you tilted your head, holding his gaze.

“I fell in love with you.” Your voice was firm but still covered in a tenderness you could only ever muster when it came to him. “Not some silly costume you put on for a concert.”

“My Alex is the only one I’ll ever need, and he will always be enough.”

Alex’s heart ached as he let your words sink in.

Tears began to fall faster as the entire month’s worth of pent up emotion came spilling out.

Without another word, he pulled you into his arms tight, burying his face in your hair and holding you as if you’d suddenly disappear.

Somehow, you were willing to forgive him for hurting you. For saying awful things when you had done nothing but care for him.

Somehow, you seemed to love him for what he hid deep down. What he was afraid to show anyone else.

And somehow…

He believed every word you spoke.

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒🤍 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠， 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ��𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟❄︎．．

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒♡︎

Warnings + grief, loss, crying, comfort, fluff

“𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

“Please, please let me in.”

The love of your life pleaded to you from outside the bathroom where you had locked yourself, the sounds of your sobs echoing out. All your repressed emotions over her, bubbling over into the mess you were now.

The first couple weeks have been….hazy. At first you thought that if you just kept up life as you normally did, it would be easier to deal with when you finally did face it but you just couldn’t do it.

In fact, your struggles started almost immediately as you battled with either trying to forget or reliving every moment you shared with your mom and trying to convince yourself that you would be fine.

The longing tore you in two. It was in the way you’d miss her.

So from there you let yourself drift hollowly.

Joe knew what had happened, who you lost and his heart broke for you, wanting nothing more than for you to let him be there for you. Yet everytime he saw you, it seemed like more pieces were missing each time. He loved you, so deeply…and it was that same love that moved him to say what he’d been swallowing down whenever he’d see you.

���It’s not your fault.”

You had been about to leave and moved to hug him before you left when his embrace turned softer as he held you close, whispering gently as he looked into eyes that had been hurting so much. He knew it hurt you for him to just put it out there like that but he needed to. For you.

Snapping your head up, the familiar hot ache in your chest started as your eyes filled with tears and you shook your head, trying to back up but Joe had already made up his mind that he was going to hold you.

“Stop. I know-“, you hushed out, trying to move past this quickly as possible.

“No. No sweetheart, you don’t.”

Quick breathing as you moved out of his strong arms, blinking furiously as tears already streamed down your face. You look at him, biting your lip to stop the wail clawing up your throat when you see the concern in his pretty baby blue’s you adored so much.

“It’s not your fault.”

And the sky falls, crumbling in your chest as you break.

Joe reaches out and you speed away, gasping wetly as tears blur your vision, chest hurting just like the day it happened and the next thing you know you’re in the first room you came across as you lock the door. Dropping to the ground as your heart shatters.

It hurt so bad, you were shaking as your arms wrap around yourself then you hear his voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…but it’s not your fault.” His wounded voice rasps out, pressing his forehead against the door as he kneels.

“Please. Talk to me.” He’s there, he just prays you can feel it and you do, moving to press your forehead against the door where he is.

Shakily inhaling, you try to get it out as best you can.

“I think- i-I need help…but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do..”

“Well I-I’m here. And I’ll be here just…how can I help you if you don’t let me in?”

You hear his hand making shapes against the wood and it’s so familiar that the tears flow faster. His presence was effortlessly soothing, it matched the way he loved you perfectly.

“I-“, you get cut off by your own cries.

Joe meets you where you need him as he speaks again.

“It’s okay. I understand and I’m here, alright baby? Just hear me. Hold onto my voice okay?” He’s fighting back tears of his own, stricken by the sound of your pain.

You whisper out a broken, watery ‘okay’ but he hears you and runs with it.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”, and you do, “Picture my voice like a boat in the middle of the ocean…do you see it?” Nodding, you try to calm down.

“Then swim towards it, honey. I’ll get us to shore.”

And you do.

Getting up, you unlock and open the door.

You look at each other for a brief second before he’s lifting you into his arms, holding you soundly as you stop fighting and let it flow. Joe keeps his voice steady as he talks you through it, smoothing his warm hands over you, giving you himself as a tether so you don’t get lost in your grief.

“It’s alright. I know it hurts but it’s okay.”

“Whatever you need, let it out. I’ll be here.”

“All those emotions, everything that’s hurting, anything that’s to heavy for you to carry, give those to me, okay? I’m strong. I’ll hold it for you so just let me.”

“I love you.”

Time stops as you stay in his embrace, his low voice helping you process without immediately drowning. You’re exhausted emotionally but you don’t feel so hopeless anymore, having checked your blind spot and finding that love was still there.

Your cries eventually fade into slow breaths and occasional hiccups as you nuzzle into him. You’ll always miss her but that’s just fine.

More time passes and Joe soothes you through every second until you finally find your voice.

“…Joe? Y’still with me?” You’ve never broken down like this before, especially in front of someone you’re in love with so your a bit self conscious.

But him?

“I never left you.”

Lifting your head to look him in his face, you bend down and he meets you slowly in a soft kiss, caressing your cheek lovingly with the back of his knuckles. It’s so sweet, a faint smile spreads across your face as you look at him. Joe mirrors your expression before asking what he could do.

“I think I’ll need time. But for now, I don’t care what we do, I just want you to hold me.” Joe hums and presses another tender kiss to your face.

“Alright, then how’s about we get outta here?” And he’s right. A change of scenery would be great to you right now.

“Like where?”

“A boat ride. You, me, and the water. S’that okay, sweets?” Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that you’re okay and if it takes a while to feel it then that’s okay too. You weren’t alone.

Kissing his cheek, you rest your head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Okay”.

[yoursistheonlyocean]

He looks so huggable and cozy in these photos 🥰

[k-chips]

Am I... Developing a little hyperfixation for the Fairly Odd Parents...?

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AFTER ALMOST 15 YEARS????

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oh

[alovethatkilledme]

I am never too busy for you.

[carnevol]

This moment 💕

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

Alex Turner on Taratata (2007)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡