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Would you consider writing some bittersweet angsty pining for Eivor? I love your writing so much š„ŗ
hi nonny, sorry this took so long ā„ but hereās some bittersweet mutual pining with a dash of fluff āinspired by the most recent in-game festival, game glitches, and late-night conversations with @angstygunslinger m!Eivor x fem!Reader
THEREāS A LOUD thud just outside your small bakery in Fornburg āitās followed by the wild squawking of a raven. Those two sounds combined tell you all you need to know about the raucous and whoās responsible for it. Sighing, you slide a batch of honey cakes into the stone oven and turn to the door, wiping your hands on the front of a worn apron.
Eivor Wolfsmal is rising from the thick pile of snow beneath the eave āwith snow stuck to his short-cropped beard and his golden hair. Glancing up to the ridge of the roof, you find a streak of the wooden shingles visible and Sýnin still croaking madly āitās not so much an alarmed cry as it is a mocking one. You wish you could say this is the first time Eivor has fallen off the roofs around Ravensthorpe, but itās not, and knowing him, you doubt itāll be the last, either. āWhat are you doing?ā You ask, brow raised, and arms crossed.
He smiles, flashing his teeth in a charming, boyish smile āhis clear blue eyes focusing on you. āJust wanted to see how much it hurt when you fell from the heavens,ā Eivor tells you. You want to scold him for such carelessness ātell him one of these days, heās going to end up breaking an arm or legā and for his dowdy attempt at flattery. But you canāt help but laugh at your dear friend, hiding your smile behind your hand.
sliding this over the table like it's illegal because look at him
āLane! Are you kidding?ā You hissed at the girl whoād revealed what had been a well kept secret.
āWhat?ā
āI-ā
āOh my god! You told him you threw it away,ā she slapped her hand to her mouth and tried to walk away, but wondered whether she should stay and stalled. But one more look at your betrayed expression and she was walking rather hastily across the gym.
You looked back over to Jess whoād been following the conversation between the two of you carefully. His eyes lingered on Lane walking away, but as he leant forward, he turned his attention to you. He looked genuinely taken aback, his features softening as he began to smile lightly but it quickly faded as he realised what it meant.
āSo you didnāt throw the book away?ā He raised an eyebrow.
āWell I- I only lied because- Itās-ā it was humiliatingāhe knew you had the book heād gifted to you with precious annotations lining the sides and there was nothing you could do about it.
Youād hurt him when youād said the book was in the trash outside the school. Heād taken the time to get you something he thought youād like and even written his inner most thoughts in the margins, but his gesture was ignored most harshly. You were frightened of him, to tell the truth, and you thought quashing encouragement was easier than being honest with him.
āGod,ā he scoffed, āYouāre kind of a b-ā
āI know. I shouldnāt have told you I threw it away. I knew what I was doing when I told you that, Iām sorry,ā you confessed, feeling gushing heat rising to your cheeks.
āSo why, then?ā He asked with his eyebrows knitted, standing up to face you.
āCanāt you just accept my apology?ā
āNo, no I donāt accept. I want to know why.ā
āI donāt want to tell you!ā You cried, throwing your arms up in the air in defeat.
āShould I tell you what I think is the reason, then?ā He asked, not bothering to wait for your answer, āI think youāre too scared to own up to your feelings, and you thought hurting mine would make yours go away.ā
You wouldnāt answer him. You couldnātāhe was right and you couldnāt bare to face it. But Jessā expression softened as he realised how difficult it was for you and he sighed, looking to his right so he couldnāt see your wounded eyes. You could see the gears turning in his head, for your eyes were fixed to him whether you wished it or not.
Jess let his inhibitions fall and forgot for a moment the very reason he had been angry as he stepped forward and cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips firmly to yours. Even as you examined him, you couldnāt have foreseen this turn of events, but it was favourable. And that, you couldnāt deny as your lips moved in sync with his.
āWeāll fix this,ā he whispered against your ear as his lips detached from yours and his arms brought you closer.
āIām sorry,ā you whimpered.
āI know,ā he replied soothingly.
of all the boys to notice when something is wrong with you, its Benny.Ā
Theyāre all smart. Intuitive and in touch with subtle shifts of behavior and emotion, but they are also men. Men with their own lives and hang ups that it may take a big to click in their brain that the little joke you made about yourself at lunch was more than you let on. But Benny is the first one, turning his head to you and frowning the moment the soft self-jab leaves your lips.Ā
Itās because heās the youngest, you think to yourself. Even after years of bonding and being through blood and tears and trauma with one another, thereās still a bit of that fear of being left out. Of just being Will Millerās Baby brother that he feels the need to overcompensate by being there, by taking note of what upsets who and who likes what.Ā
Which is why he doesnāt say anything. He doesnāt ask whats wrong because heās noticed youāre getting quiet again and slowly slipping from outings and not texting at much, he simply grabs the house key you gave him and invited himself in with a box of pizza and cheesy garlic bread.Ā
He ignores your complaints thatĀ āi had a long day at workā andĀ āI still need to do the dishesā because heās already setting the box on the kitchen island and putting away plate by your side.Ā āif you wanna get rid of me, itāll take more than some housework.āĀ
soon after youāre both sat on the couch, watching some movie he insists youāll love because its stupid, but a funny kind of stupid. The movie drags on and you curl into his side. Neither of you say anything of it.Ā
āYou know I love you, right?ā He asks softly. You look up and see that look of care and concern that makes you heavy with guilt.Ā āwe all do. But, youāre amazing. You need to realize that.āĀ
You donāt trust your voice to not crack. Because everything has just been so much. Work and life and having to look at yourself in the mirror compared to other beautiful women and you just arenāt happy so you just wrap your arms around him tight and he pulls you onto his lap where you stay for the rest of the movie. Eventually you fall asleep, but he gently jostles you awake enough to lead you to your bedroom where you unceremoniously flop onto the mattress, making him laugh. Heās ready to leave until you stretch out a hand and make a grabbing motion toward him. He slips into bed with you, face curling into the crook of you neck and cold hands slipping above the back of your shirt which makes you grouch and grumble, but you keep him close to you nonetheless.Ā
Frankie is next.Ā
You come home to see him in your home. The second overly polite home break-in youāve had in two weeks.Ā
āYou know, I didnāt give you guys keys for this, right?āĀ
Heās in the kitchen, standing over a bubbling pot with a sweet faced little girl straped to his chest, who shrieks with joy and wiggles the moment she sees you.Ā
āYeah well, somebody wanted to say hello.ā His daughter kicks her feet and does her best to escape the contraption keeping her stuck to Franciscoās chest, it isnāt until you unclip it and pull her into your arms that she finally settles.Ā āShe wouldnāt even let me drive home, little tyrant.āĀ
You press several loud kisses to her cheek that mage her squeal.Ā āsounds about right.āĀ He lifts a spoonful from the pot and holds it over to you, where you tentatively sip before humming.Ā āThatās what I thought. Mama Moralesā recipes never fail.ā He nods to his daughter, now making herself content with chewing on the collar of your shirt.Ā āWhy donāt you go entertain the little trouble maker while I finish up dinner for you? I made enough that youāll have leftovers for some time.āĀ
You see it again, that look of care and thinly hidden worry in those big brown eyes that make your own begin to tear up.Ā āFrankie, I-ā
He shakes his head.Ā āItās okay, bug.ā He tells you softly.Ā āI know.āĀ
You bring his daughter into the living room, where you tickle her tummy and groan dramatically as she slaps you with her little hands until her father calls you in for food.Ā
The warm food makes you comfortable. Sleepy and fuzzy in a way that a soft blanket does, it also makes you honest. As you sit next to Francisco and look at the sleeping little girl in his arms.Ā
āItās just. Hard lately.ā You confess.Ā āAnd it shouldnāt be. I donāt know why it is and I canāt-āĀ
āItās alright.ā He tells you slowly.Ā āYou donāt need a reason for this, bug. God knows I understand. Justā¦ā He looks off for a moment and you wonder if heās remembering his own. The falls and rises, the dark nights alone where he felt like he would never begin to pull it together because of how fast everything was unraveling.Ā
Maria shifts in his arms, smacking her lips in her sleep before settle again against his chest.Ā
āDonāt try to do this alone, alright?āĀ
You promise him as such.Ā
Will takes you for a drive.Ā
Driving with Will, you gather, is lot like driving with your father. Heās silent. IN the way that even with music playing, you feel like thereās something unspoken that hangs in the air and heās hoping you head.Ā
When his hand comes out against you as he stops suddenly, you hear it loud enough.Ā
He doesnāt park until the sun is beginning to set and you see no buildings, only wide green fields and the occasional group of cows chewing at the grass without a care in the world.Ā
You slip from the car and walk behind him as he opens the bed of his truck.Ā
āIs this where you finally kill me?āĀ He scoffs.Ā āGod no, if I was gonna kill you it wouldnāt be out in the open, bug. Iām not a fucking amueter.āĀ
You laugh, he laughs as well.Ā
āYou wanna talk about it?āĀ
You fall silent for a moment.Ā āno, not yet.āĀ
He nods. The pair of you sit in the bed of his truck, watching the sky bleed orange in a blissful quiet. Will wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, your head falls onto his shoulder.Ā
āyour brother broke into my house last week.ā You tell him. Will chuckles in reply.Ā
āI told you giving him a key was a bad idea.ā
āIām starting to think giving allĀ of you a key was a bad idea. I mean honestly, you fuckers stay over at my house more than I do at this point!āĀ
The pair of you melt away into a conversation about just how comfortable your couch is on his back and the prospect of him maybe-maybe getting a dog. On the drive back you ask him if he has any names picked out.Ā
He tells you that he has five.Ā
Santi is the last to say something of it, which isnāt unusual of him. The man is a flurry of pain and ideas that sometimes he can forget the people around him until he realizes that the only person heās been talking to is himself.Ā
You can sympathize.Ā
He invites you over for dinner. Invites all the boys too. He opens the door to you standing there, holding a case of beer and whistles.Ā
āYou look like shit.āĀ
āyeah well you arenāt exactly princess Diana either.āĀ You smile as he pulls you into his arms. You feel comfortable, safe and wear in your chest when he holds you tight against him. Pope always gave the best hugs. When he pulls away he touches your arm and tilts his head.Ā
āYou doinā alright?āĀ āNo.ā You tell him honestly.Ā āBut I will be, eventually I think. Iāve got a uh-ā You pull at a scab on your hand as you begin to sweat.Ā āTherapy appointment next week. I thinkā¦itāll be good for me.āĀ Pope nods. Not necessarily happy with your answer but content. He motions behind him. āThe guys are out back. Benny is talking about how we should start having movie night at your place now.āĀ
āOh for fucks sake.āĀ
The night is spent in his backyard, listening as Benny very passionately makes his case that yes. Your house may be smaller than Popeās but your couch is more comfortable and you arenāt fucking stingy when it comes to ordering food for the group. Will asks if this is why Benny welcomes himself into your home without warning every goddamn week. The younger millers confesses, addingĀ āthat and sheās prettier than the rest of you assholes.āĀ
Will is bouncing Maria on his knee, blowing raspberries into her tummy that make her shriek with laughter and her father smile from across the lawn.Ā
The entire night they all subtly check on you. Each bringing you a plate of food after the other, a small hand squeezing yours or a softĀ āyou okay?ā asked so softly you could cry.Ā
A group of soldiers, all tittering around you like a bunch of mother hens without any chicks of their own to look after.Ā
But you canāt complain. Of their little pricks and prods because its all done out of good intentions. Of care and concern and love for you.Ā
Love.Ā
You smile into your beer as you lift it up to your lips. An argument between Benny and Pope rings in the background, something about who Mariās favorite uncle truly is, as you sit back and feel at peace, if only for a moment.Ā
It was easy to forget, you probably would again. But your boys would always be there to remind you of just how much love they had for you.Ā
Audrey Hepburn in Belgium, 1958

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switched it up & wrote something about carmen berzatto š» enjoy! donāt forget to let me know what you thought!
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Romanticism has never been one of the flourishing facets of Carmen Berzattoās life.
His fundamentalist resembles a warm slice of oozing cherry pie. The golden crust, buttered and flaky, epitomizes what keeps him grounded: his kitchen family. Admittedly, they are all guilty of spreading too thin at times, including Carmen. But a snappish reminder for everyone to chill always seems to temporarily patch the breakage. No matter the chaotic and clashing blend of personalities running around, there is an unspoken level of respect, and if one were to peel back the layers of crispy pastry flakes, a sense of deep love present between the chefs would reveal itself.
And, of course, a crust is not thought to be perfect without adding a teaspoon of Sugar.
The thick filling, syrupy and tart, represents the heart of what Carmen does: cooking. Itās his identity. From a young boy making hodgepodge recipes with his brother Mikey, to working his way up the ranks until he was honored with a prestigious James Beard award for his excellence in the culinary arts at one of the best restaurants in the world. Heād beg to differ that last part based on his degrading and mentally taxing experience being chef de cuisine there, but he tries not to dwell on the past. Everything has led him to where he is now, managing his dead brotherās sandwich shop, The Original Beef of Chicagoland, and ardently attempting to keep it afloat even when the crew is drowning. Hell, every part of the place is being sucked into the depths of despair.
bit self indulgent⦠but āis it getting bad again?ā with frank š„ŗ
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Can I request one with either remus or Peter where youāre overworking yourself at work and he tries to gently tell you to take it easy but youāre stubborn af and overdo it and you end up fainting from exhaustion and youāre embarrassed but he takes care of you?
hi thanks so much for your request this is so sweet! hope this is alright xx
"Hey baby," Peter says, answering your call with a confused happiness. "You finished already?"Ā
"Is this Peter? Y/N's boyfriend?"Ā
Ice in his veins. He kicks his board into his hands and takes the cell phone from where it's wedged between his ear and his shoulder.Ā
"That's me," he says quickly.Ā
"I'm calling because she fainted. Um, she's okay, she's sitting up now, but. I wanted to call an ambulance."Ā
His ears are ringing so loudly he worries he might go deaf. Then, straining, he can hear your voice in the background.Ā
"Dora, why would you tell him that? Let me speak to him." You sound bone tired and maybe a little out of it.
Everything, Always
Everything, Always
Notes: Cassian Andor/Reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, disabled reader, domestic fluff
CW: PTSD, depression, chronic illness, disability, implied sexual intimacy
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You canāt remember the last time the pain was this badāfull-body exhausted, every joint in your body buzzing with discomfort. You got dressed today, went to your favorite caf bar, did a little bit of work only to receive a series of obnoxious messages from your new boss before turning off your datapad and going homeāwhere you immediately got into bed. Arseven, your support droid, has done her best, bringing you heat wraps and bacta spray and meds. But you can sense her distress at her inability to fix everything for you. Because itās not just that your whole body is sore, but you are bone-tired, aching not just from your chronic condition but from the emotional distress that finally peaked today.
When Cassian comes homeāearlier than expectedāyou hear him in the kitchen telling Kay to give him some time with you. āMy com has been too quiet today. You know I usually get a few little texts at leastāI think somethingās really wrong.ā
Kay starts with āOrganicsāā but Cassian cuts him off.
āNot now, Kay. Seven pinged me and I need you to, I donāt know, maybe go for a walk.ā
āA walk?ā Kay scoffs. Cassian must be giving him a look because immediately Kay corrects himself. āRight. Okay. But Iām taking Seven.ā
āGood idea. She said she had an errand to run.ā
You hear Cassianās shoulder bag fall heavy to the kitchen floor, his boots being tossed into the front hallway, his jacket hitting and then sliding off the back of the couch. And finally heās climbing into bed behind you, pulling you close, your back pressed to his warm chest, his hair tickling your skin as he kisses your neck.Ā
āMy heart,ā he says. āTalk to me. What do you need?ā
When you break down in tears he squeezes you tight, and whispers in your ear. āWhatever it is, I want to make it right.ā
You turn to face him, and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. āItās a lot,ā you say.Ā
āIf itās anything I did, I need you to tell me.ā
āItās not you,ā you say. āItāsā¦Iām just completely overwhelmed.ā
āAre you in pain?ā
āYes,ā is all you can manage to get out.
āAnd Seven told me there was something with work today.ā
You give him the short version of what your boss said to you today. Cassian knows that in recent months things had turned sour at your part-time job. And when he hears the whole story from this week, he doesnāt even bother to conceal his frustration.
āYou know what I think of that man,ā he says. āAnd I am not going to tell you what to do. But we have more than enough money for you to never work another day in your life if that is a choice you want to make.ā
You nod, swallowing, trying to take a deep breath. Cassian caresses your cheek, his hand soft against your skin. And in his beautiful eyes, a knowingāhe sees you so wholly and honestly and in this moment you have never been more grateful for him.
āJust hold me,ā you ask. āPlease.ā
And he does. He kisses your forehead, cradles your face against his shoulder, rubs your back, his hands knowing exactly where and how to touch as you weep softly. And you let the closeness of his body and the warm scent of him calm you, his kind voice whispering to you that everything will be all right.
āMy heart, you are enough,ā he says. āJust you, being here. Thatās enough. Please tell me you know that.ā
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EMILY BROWNING as BABYDOLL ā§ SUCKER PUNCH (2011) dir. Zack Snyder
The Green Knight (2020), dir. David Lowery
dating carmy berzatto
warnings: language
authorās note: literally just a mish-mash of random headcanons + little phrases i think this man would say/do ; if my feeble brain allows iāll make a part 2 š¤·š¾āāļø
"honey, that knife is really fuckin' sharp. be careful, yeah?"
never even considered or cared about quitting smoking until he met you. after your first date he went to his local bodega and started buying packs of nicotine patches and gum
"shit. are we outta onions?"
so we all know that carmy would usually hate it when people bug him while he's in the zone and he's cooking, right? okay but picture this. you're over at his place. he's making pasta sauce and he just looks so peaceful and before you even know what you're doing you walk over and wrap your arms from behind him and you kinda just rest your head against him. he's taken aback at first. yes you two started dating but... physical touch? he kinda tenses up a little.
"is this okay?' you ask cautiously.
a beat. "yeah... it's great," he says with a little smile, turning back to look at you. now he can't cook at home without you hugging him :,)
you once tried to convince him to let you sit on his head and tug on his hair while he was cooking
"like the rat in ratatouille!" you had said excitedly. he looked lost. "you know... the movie? ratatouille? isn't that... like... required reading for chefs?"
apparently he had never even seen it which made you shed a tear for his childhood
of course you had made him watch it with you that very night. he mumbled something about health codes and about how anton ego's assholery reminded him of his old boss but he thought the movie was pretty cute. a rat that could cook? he would have to remember to text richie later that he had found a biopic that was based on his life story
"soooo?" you said expectantly when the credits started rolling. again, he looked lost. "will you let me be the rat?" you say with feigned seriousness.
"absolutely not."
he drinks his coffee black. when i say black i mean black black. only occasionally does he get it with two sugars if he really feels like it. when he tried that shaken oatmilk espresso brown sugar or something (he could never remember the name) that you always get from starbucks, the sweetness of it had him shocked
"honey, this is like... 5% coffee and 95% milk ą² _ą² "
you two have made it a tradition where you'll go over to his place and dust off one of his dozens of cookbooks, flip to a random page, and make what's on it. sometimes it comes out absolutely awful, but you've found some real gems, too. you two's favorite ravioli recipe had come from a weathered cookbook that was at the bottom of one of his piles
farmers market dates are a given
he likes to knock on coconuts to see if theyāre āreadyā (michael taught him this)
on the rare occasion he drinks, he goes for white wine. the drier, the better.
i know i said he's not big into physical touch, but i'd like to think that if he drank enough of that aforementioned wine, he would become super touchy. drunk carmy (and sleepy carmy) just would not be able to keeps his hands off you (and it's kinda hot)
ādoes this need more salt, hon?ā
i feel like this man either has a shit ton of aprons at home or he has only one that he has used to absolute death; no in between
his favorite candy is any flavor salt water taffy (except banana) or super dark chocolate (iām talking 70% cacao content or more) with carmel inside
i feel like his receiving love language would be words of affirmation. he loves being assured, even if he doesn't quite believe you. he's a sucker for a good old-fashioned "i'm proud of you". in terms of giving, his love language is definitely acts of service. you have some dry cleaning ready? no problem he'll pick it up for you on the way back from work. you have a stomachache? don't worry, his mom has a recipe for that and he'll whip it right up for you. had a bad day at work? he's already on his way to get you your favorite thai food, even if it's out of his way. this man lives to please you :,)
learning in public
pairing. carmen ācarmyā berzatto x female! reader
an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at itās finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapficsā for my latest fic updates)Ā
synopsis. you didnāt think heād enjoy it that much. didnāt think heād want more, too.Ā
warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, iāll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks.Ā
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carmy + his emotional support spoon
maybe reader who has trouble sleeping and james helping her fall asleep? please feel free to ignore this have a wonderful day/night!! <3
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"This feels silly," you mutter, your face hidden in the crook of James' neck.Ā
He stops rubbing circles into your back. "Does it?" he asks genuinely.Ā
You pout into his skin. "I'm not a baby. I shouldn't need help."Ā
"You think we stop needing help as we get older? I'd say we need more help."Ā
You pry open your aching eyes and shift back to look at his pretty face. The irises of his eyes are dark; they're almost black, fading into his pupils seamlessly. You raise your hand and drag the pad of your finger over rough stubble and the soft of his cheek until yout reach his eyelashes, teasing them with the pad of your pinky finger carefully.
"More help?" you ask.Ā
"Definitely." He starts to soothe your back again, circles with a deep pressure. "When I was a kid I wasn't scared of anything."Ā
You wait for him to continue and he doesn't.Ā
"But now?" you ask.Ā