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This is so so so sweet :( the fact that people still find these fics is beyond me.

Im so happy you enjoyed it 🖤

Until the End of Time [Will “Ironhead” Miller]

pairing: Will Miller x Reader

summary: When Will returns from Colombia, your marriage has taken a 180 and you’re not sure on how to support him.

warnings: Smut (unprotected p in v), angst but then fluff, mentions of PTSD, slight D/s, slight spoilers for Triple Frontier [minors DNI]

author’s note: 🤷🏻‍♀️ I mean yeah

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Will Miller Masterlist

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This is such a lovely comment! Thank you so much for reading!!!

Charlie Hunnam Characters Masterlist

Raymond Smith

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Henri “Papillon” Charrière

Jax Teller

Arthur Pendragon

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When you know, you know [Carmen Berzatto]

pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

summary: Carmy has a problem saying I love you, but he's got no problem showing it.

warnings: Slight angst if you squint really hard, some fluff

author’s notes: Yeah, it's been a year since I've written something but my current hyperfixation on The Bear has really inspired me to write. Carmy's struggle with saying I love you is so real, but I sincerely feel he's an acts of service man. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for reading!

She stood at the opening of the door, looking down on him. She worked a full shift and she was still as beautiful as when she woke up this morning. Him, on the other hand, looked dishevelled; he was sure of it. His hair was all over the place from running his hands through the mass of curls with a thin sheen of sweat layered over his skin and he was still a little self-conscious about the smell of the restaurant that had clung to him upon his arrival, as Sugar mentioned earlier.

She didn’t seem to mind though as she knelt down on the floor beside him. Overdue invoices and notes scribbled down in his brother’s chicken scratch surrounded him on the office floor.

She was closer now, and yes, still beautiful.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly.

“Hey,” he couldn’t help but huff out a sigh.

Prepping the menu and serving it to all the customers was more than enough work for the day, especially with the disastrous system Richie insisted on upholding. The bed he’d been dreaming about collapsing into, beside her, seemed to get more and more distant with more of the shit he uncovered in the office. Who knew an office so small could have so much shit hiding in it?

“Still sorting, huh?” her eyes held sympathy for him, noticing how tired he looked.

“Still sorting,” he confirmed, his eyes softening when they met hers. “I think it’s gonna be another long night for me tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Can I help?” she asked, already scanning the documents.

“No, I’m sure you’ve had a long day. Why don’t you go home and go to bed?” he reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand, cupping her jaw with the palm of it.

She leaned into his touch, “You’ve had a long day too, and I’ve got the day off tomorrow. Let me help.” She settled down on the floor next to him. “What can I do?”

Carmy’s gaze lingered on her. If he thought about it all too long, he’d break down, he was sure of it, so he simply asked her to organize the overdue invoices — ones for the restaurant, ones for the inventory and so on.

“Yes chef,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

Carmy felt the laugh escape him before shaking his head. He watched her for a moment.

He really—

He couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. Maybe it was something to do with Donna, or the fact that he never really had a girlfriend before her, or because he still couldn’t figure out what the hell she was still doing with him.

His breath caught as he felt a twinge in his chest. He brought a hand up to soothe it and she looked over at him.

“Bear?” her warm hand reached up and pressed against his. “You okay?”

The concern in her eyes stole his breath but it soothed the ache in his chest. He felt a hint of embarrassment, desperately not wanting to have a panic attack in front of her. He didn’t want to scare her.

So he just nodded and let a smile stretch across his face, albeit tight-lipped.

She wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push him. She just took his hand in hers and kissed his tattooed knuckles.

His smile cracked, revealing his teeth, and it was more genuine. She seemed convinced, releasing his hand and turning back to the work.

“You hungry? Can I make you something to eat?” he asked instead.

“I’m okay, I had a late lunch.”

“Are you sure? It’ll take me a minute.”

“I’m sure,” she smiled up at him. “I just wanna get this done so you can get to bed.”

Her hand reached up and held his cheek this time. She ran her thumb underneath the bag of his eye. After kissing the palm of her hand, they got to work.

After almost three hours of sorting, Carmy excused himself for a smoke break.

“Can I make you something?” he offered once again, standing in the doorway.

She shook her head, deciding that he’d done enough cooking for the day. Although she was starving at this point, she just wanted to get Carmy home and to bed so he could rest.

Although he lingered at the door for a moment, to probably try and convince her, he decided against it, leaving the office with his cigarettes in hand.

She knew he loved to cook for her, always watching her as she took the first bite of anything he cooked for her, but seeing the toll the restaurant had taken on him after only just a week was beginning to worry her. That’s why whenever her stomach grumbled, she let out a cough or ruffled some papers around to try and mask the sound. She knew Carmy would put her before himself and she couldn’t allow that.

She decided she’d eat once he went to bed, or maybe when he got into the shower.

Yeah. The shower seemed like a good idea.

A great one actually.

Spending three hours sorting through paperwork seemed like enough to call it a night — seven hours since she had lunch. Her stomach grumbled again and she could swear she smelt hints of beef, sautéed onions and peppers in the air.

She really needed to get home.

At the thought, the door to the office opened and behind her stood Carmy with two plates, a sandwich on each of them.

“Carmy-“

She began to protest but he stopped her. He knelt down, not having to dodge copious amounts of papers now that everything was sorted into neat, organized piles.

“I could hear your stomach from out there,” he nodded his head towards the kitchen.

A sheepish expression overtook her face as she looked down to the steaming contents within the sandwich.

“This looks and smells amazing, Bear.”

“Tastes even better,” he held out a plate to her.

Eagerly, she took the plate in one hand and picked up the sandwich with the other and took a bite. Flavours melded together to cause a more than satisfactory feeling to overcome her. Her ravenous stomach finally settled while begging for more at the same time.

She hummed as she chewed, nodding her head in complete ecstasy. Carmy laughed, ducking his head and shaking it slightly at her theatrics. She laughed along with him.

His bashful expression made her heart swell. He had never been more attractive to her. Seeing him do the thing he was so talented at was a sight she could never grow tired of. But the drive and determination that oozed out of him as he worked to whip this restaurant into shape opened up a whole new side to Carmy that she’d never seen before. 

She loved him.

Not that she would say it again, because the one time she did, she watched how catatonic Carmy became. After his sincerest apologies, she assured him it was okay.

She decided to let it hang in the air and let him say it when he felt okay to do so.

In the meantime, she’d revel in the ways he showed her.

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Carmen Berzatto Masterlist

When you know, you know

→ Carmy has a problem saying I love you, but he's got no problem showing it

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When you know, you know [Carmen Berzatto]

pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

summary: Carmy has a problem saying I love you, but he's got no problem showing it.

warnings: Slight angst if you squint really hard, some fluff

author’s notes: Yeah, it's been a year since I've written something but my current hyperfixation on The Bear has really inspired me to write. Carmy's struggle with saying I love you is so real, but I sincerely feel he's an acts of service man. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for reading!

She stood at the opening of the door, looking down on him. She worked a full shift and she was still as beautiful as when she woke up this morning. He, on the other hand, looked dishevelled; he was sure of it. His hair was all over the place from running his hands through the mass of curls with a thin sheen of sweat layered over his skin and he was still a little self-conscious about the smell of the restaurant that had clung to him upon his arrival, as Sugar mentioned earlier.

She didn’t seem to mind though as she knelt down on the floor beside him. Overdue invoices and notes scribbled down in his brother’s chicken scratch surrounded him on the office floor.

She was closer now, and yes, still beautiful.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly.

“Hey,” he couldn’t help but huff out a sigh.

Prepping the menu and serving it to all the customers was more than enough work for the day, especially with the disastrous system Richie insisted on upholding. The bed he’d been dreaming about collapsing into, beside her, seemed to get more and more distant with more of the shit he uncovered in the office. Who knew an office so small could have so much shit hiding in it?

“Still sorting, huh?” her eyes held sympathy for him, noticing how tired he looked.

“Still sorting,” he confirmed, his eyes softening when they met hers. “I think it’s gonna be another long night for me tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Can I help?” she asked, already scanning the documents.

“No, I’m sure you’ve had a long day. Why don’t you go home and go to bed?” he reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand, cupping her jaw with the palm of it.

She leaned into his touch, “You’ve had a long day too, and I’ve got the day off tomorrow. Let me help.” She settled down on the floor next to him. “What can I do?”

Carmy’s gaze lingered on her. If he thought about it all too long, he’d break down, he was sure of it, so he simply asked her to organize the overdue invoices — ones for the restaurant, ones for the inventory and so on.

“Yes chef,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

Carmy felt the laugh escape him before shaking his head. He watched her for a moment.

He really—

He couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. Maybe it was something to do with Donna, or the fact that he never really had a girlfriend before her, or because he still couldn’t figure out what the hell she was still doing with him.

His breath caught as he felt a twinge in his chest. He brought a hand up to soothe it and she looked over at him.

“Bear?” her warm hand reached up and pressed against his. “You okay?”

The concern in her eyes stole his breath but it soothed the ache in his chest. He felt a hint of embarrassment, desperately not wanting to have a panic attack in front of her. He didn’t want to scare her.

So he just nodded and let a smile stretch across his face, albeit tight-lipped.

She wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push him. She just took his hand in hers and kissed his tattooed knuckles.

His smile cracked, revealing his teeth, and it was more genuine. She seemed convinced, releasing his hand and turning back to the work.

“You hungry? Can I make you something to eat?” he asked instead.

“I’m okay, I had a late lunch.”

“Are you sure? It’ll take me a minute.”

“I’m sure,” she smiled up at him. “I just wanna get this done so you can get to bed.”

Her hand reached up and held his cheek this time. She ran her thumb underneath the bag of his eye. After kissing the palm of her hand, they got to work.

After almost three hours of sorting, Carmy excused himself for a smoke break.

“Can I make you something?” he offered once again, standing in the doorway.

She shook her head, deciding that he’d done enough cooking for the day. Although she was starving at this point, she just wanted to get Carmy home and to bed so he could rest.

Although he lingered at the door for a moment, to probably try and convince her, he decided against it, leaving the office with his cigarettes in hand.

She knew he loved to cook for her, always watching her as she took the first bite of anything he cooked for her, but seeing the toll the restaurant had taken on him after only just a week was beginning to worry her. That’s why whenever her stomach grumbled, she let out a cough or ruffled some papers around to try and mask the sound. She knew Carmy would put her before himself and she couldn’t allow that.

She decided she’d eat once he went to bed, or maybe when he got into the shower.

Yeah. The shower seemed like a good idea.

A great one actually.

Spending three hours sorting through paperwork seemed like enough to call it a night — seven hours since she had lunch. Her stomach grumbled again and she could swear she smelt hints of beef, sautéed onions and peppers in the air.

She really needed to get home.

At the thought, the door to the office opened and behind her stood Carmy with two plates, a sandwich on each of them.

“Carmy-“

She began to protest but he stopped her. He knelt down, not having to dodge copious amounts of papers now that everything was sorted into neat, organized piles.

“I could hear your stomach from out there,” he nodded his head towards the kitchen.

A sheepish expression overtook her face as she looked down to the steaming contents within the sandwich.

“This looks and smells amazing, Bear.”

“Tastes even better,” he held out a plate to her.

Eagerly, she took the plate in one hand and picked up the sandwich with the other and took a bite. Flavours melded together to cause a more than satisfactory feeling to overcome her. Her ravenous stomach finally settled while begging for more at the same time.

She hummed as she chewed, nodding her head in complete ecstasy. Carmy laughed, ducking his head and shaking it slightly at her theatrics. She laughed along with him.

His bashful expression made her heart swell. He had never been more attractive to her. Seeing him do the thing he was so talented at was a sight she could never grow tired of. But the drive and determination that oozed out of him as he worked to whip this restaurant into shape opened up a whole new side to Carmy that she’d never seen before. 

She loved him.

Not that she would say it again, because the one time she did, she watched how catatonic Carmy became. After his sincerest apologies, she assured him it was okay.

She decided to let it hang in the air and let him say it when he felt okay to do so.

In the meantime, she’d revel in the ways he showed her.

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Look, it’s really hard for me to trust people. Okay? I’ve been burned a lot.

Слушай, мне сложно доверяться людям. Ведь я часто обжигался.

Tyler Hoechlin as Jack Harper

Ты умеешь хранить секреты?/Can You Keep a Secret? (2019)

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Lucy is sharp as a tack — can’t help but love her! 🥰

Brownie Points

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So I was going through my WIP and I have SO many unfinished Dad!Will fics and revisited some. This one is a fun one that I'm happy I got to finish. Not beta'd.

Word Count: 915

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader

Plot: Will tries to bribe Lucy to fix his chocolate craving.

Contains: banter, humor, mentions of health issues

"Moooooom! Dad's doing it again!"

"Really? This is how you do me? After all the times I've covered for you?"

"It's called tough love, dad,” Lucy tells him. “I don’t want you to die!”

“Whoa, whoa, who said I’m gonna die? Did your mom tell you that— hey! Did you tell Lucy I’m gonna die if I have a brownie?” Will shifts his attention to you when you walk into the kitchen.

“No! Even if that was true, I wouldn’t tell her you're dying,” you reply before grabbing the tray of freshly baked brownies to hide. “These are for her school fundraiser. Stop stealing them! You’re not supposed to have sugar anyways,” you remind him.

"You are baking another tray in the oven right now. They're not gonna know one piece is missing!" Will retorts.

“Mom, you wouldn’t tell me if you knew dad was dying?!” Lucy asks, incredulously.

“Well, maybe not right away,” you shrug.

“I’m NOT dying!” Will declares. “Just an acute blood pressure issue, okay? And this whole conversation isn't helping either.”

“WebMD says so right here that death is a possibility from hypertension if you don’t take care of yourself.” Lucy turns her phone around to show Will.

“Everything results in death on WebMD. Don’t rely on that. Take all of that with a grain of salt,” Will says, then goes to the fridge to see what he can snack on.

“Speaking of salt, you can’t have any of that either,” Lucy reminds him.

“If I don’t eat, I’ll die of starvation anyways,” he shoots back.

"Have an apple, Crankypants," you suggest after hiding the brownies.

"I had one already," he mumbles.

After you leave the kitchen, Will lets out a heavy sigh and shuts the refrigerator door, not finding anything appealing to him. He looks over to Lucy who is on her phone. He suspiciously makes his way towards her.

"Whatcha doin', Moosey?" Will asks, pulling out the dining chair next to her and plopping down. "Not still on WebMD, are you?"

"Nah, I'm texting Liz," she replies, her eyes still glued to her phone.

"You know where we haven't been in a while? Astrid's," he says to her.

Lucy glances up from her phone to glare at him.

"Dad--"

"Look kid, I'll give you twenty bucks." He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. "You can get yourself a couple of cookies if you get me a brownie."

"Daddy," Lucy huffs, putting her phone down. "You know you're not supposed to--"

"Okay fine, I'll settle for anything with chocolate in it," he cuts in, handing her the twenty dollar bill.

"I'm telling mom--"

"Here's another twenty for your troubles," he pulls another twenty dollar bill from his wallet and offers it to her.

"You think you can bribe me?" Lucy scoffs. "I'm insulted."

"If I promise you that car you've been annoying the crap out of me about, would that be worth it?" Will asks.

Lucy stares at him for a moment, wondering if he's bluffing.

"You don't have that kind of money, dad, but nice try." She rolls her eyes and goes back to her phone.

Will leans in closer to her.

"What if I told you I already put the down payment on it and plan on giving it to you as a graduation present?"

Lucy looks back at him with the widest he's ever seen her eyes grow. Not since the last time she believed in Santa Claus and was so excited for him to drop off gifts for her.

"No way!"

"Shh," Will shushes her as he looks around to make sure you're nowhere in sight.

"Wait, if you got it for me already, what do I gain if I get your stupid brownie?" Lucy asks as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I can still return the car," Will replies. "Or give it to your mom instead. Our anniversary's coming up," he shrugs.

"What if I tell mom you're trying to bribe me with a car?" Lucy narrows her eyes at him.

“Come on, you’re killing me, Luce!”

"No, your lifestyle is," she corrects him.

"$50. Last chance," Will digs through his wallet to pull out a ten dollar bill.

Lucy looks Will down for a few moments, considering his offer until the kitchen timer interrupts their staring contest.

"Okay, fine." Lucy snatches the cash from his hand.

Just as you walk into the kitchen, Lucy gets up from her seat.

"I'm going out, mom!"

"Where are you going?" you ask as you pull the fresh tray of brownies out of the oven.

"Going to hang out with Liz and Katie. Don't wait for me for dinner," she answers.

"Do you need money?" you ask.

"Nope, I'm good. Dad got me," she smiles.

"What time are you going to be home?" Will asks quickly.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "Liz is outside. Bye, mom!"

Lucy gives you a kiss and hug then turns to Will.

"Bye, dad," she gives him a hug and kiss as well. "Enjoy the brownies!"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Will asks, pretending to be clueless.

"I knew it wasn't going to be fair to you so I made a small tray of sugar-less brownies for you," you tell Will.

"And they're fresh out of the oven," Lucy adds.

Will opens his mouth to say something, but he's speechless.

"You-" he starts.

"I'll try not to be too late. I'll keep you posted. Bye!" Lucy says, throwing a sly smirk at Will before taking off.

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Viggo Mortensen as ARAGORN The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring 2001 | dir. Peter Jackson

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Dad!Will/Husband!Will is the best — doesn’t get any better than this!

Tender, Love and Care

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Hey y'all! I know it's been a hot minute. My inspiration for writing hasn't been really there and I miss writing. I have been writing though but nothing complete. Just ideas and stuff. This short one though is inspired by me recently breaking my leg (10/10 do not recommend).

Rating: G

Word Count: 436

Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F! Reader

Plot: Lucy wants to take care of you while you're down.

Contains: silliness, bantering, sweet moments

“Nooo!! I wanna sthtay with mommy!��� Lucy reaches out for you as Will tries to pull her away to bring her back to her room to tuck her in.

“Mommy’sth sthick.”

Will sighs as she slips away from his grip and scrambles back over to you where you're lying back on your queen-sized bed with a casted foot propped up on a stack of pillows.

“Baby, we talked about this. While mommy’s leg is still sick, you can’t sleep here with us,” you remind her.

“But I want to help,” she responds, slipping back into a cuddling position under your arm.

“I know, baby but I’ll be fine. You can help take care of me tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” She finally nods.

“Good night, Lucy.” You spread your arms wide and she crawls over to give you a big hug and kiss on your cheek. "I love you."

“Good night, mommy. I love you, too.”

“Come on, off to bed you go,” Will tells Lucy.

She scoots down the bed and places a gentle peck on your injured leg.

"MWAH! All better?" she asks you.

"Yes, it feels so much better. Thank you," you smile at her.

Lucy then shimmies over to Will and he scoops her up to put her to bed.

When Will returns, he has a stuffed bunny in tow. You look at him curiously.

"Lucy said she wanted you to have Mr. Floppy to keep you company," Will explains.

"He's one of her favorites," you exclaim.

"Yeah," he nods in agreement and hands you the stuffie as he slides into bed beside you.

"Aww, that's so sweet of her." You take Mr. Floppy from him and admire it.

"She also said she wanted to read you a bedtime story, but I told her she can do it tomorrow," he adds.

"How did we raise such an adorable kid?" you ask rhetorically.

"I don't know. I know I'm her favorite parent, but she cares a lot about you too," Will jokes.

You roll your eyes and playfully hit him in the face with Mr. Floppy. Will laughs as you settle into bed.

"Hey, she's never offered a favorite toy to me before for comfort. You got one up on that," he comments while helping you tuck in.

"I don't know. I think you're her favorite toy," you chuckle. "She has you wrapped around her little finger so tightly, you probably don't even know when you're being played with."

"I'm happy to be her finger puppet," he says as he reaches over to help you shut your bedside lamp off and kisses you good night.

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you’re the best! 💕

Musings-of-a-rose's Fic Recs

Musings-of-a-rose’s fic rec list (never complete and always adding!)

This will always be a work in progress, as I will always be adding fics! 

If you need more and can’t wait for me to update, you can search on my blog for #fic rec and all of them will come up!

Frankie “Catfish” Morales:

Fix You by @astoryisaloveaffair

Howl by @astoryisaloveaffair

My Drug is My Baby (age gap) by @astoryisaloveaffair

Run Through the Jungle by @astoryisaloveaffair

The Bachlorette AU by @icanbeyourjedi

Sex Worker Frankie AU by @prolix-yuy

Still of the Night (Signs/Triple Frontier mashup) by @foli-vora

Trustworthy by @need-a-fugue

The Candyman by @hopeamarsu (this is a series but I’m linking chapter 1 here)

Oberyn Martell:

Burning Bright by @tropes-and-tales

And So We Sing in Elegies by @haildoodles-writing

Pero Tovar:

My Mercenary Bold by @astoryisaloveaffair

Petrichor by @rainontherooftops

Cathedrals of Our Own by @haylzcyon

The Cross by @blueeyesatnight 

Safe Haven by @marvel-and-mischief

Wedding Night by @absurdthirst

Zach Wellison:

You’re So Classic by @chaoticgeminate

Inn Over Your Head by @javierpinme

Max Phillips:

Take the Pain Away by @icanbeyourjedi

Dave York:

Baby, Let the Games Begin by @wyn-n-tonic

Maxwell Lord:

Shutterbug by @lowlights

What’s Love Got to Do With It by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Din Djarin:

Healer by @bestintheparsec

Marcus Pike:

Our Last Christmas by @supernaturalgirl20

Javi G:

Insatiable by @javierpinme

Hush by @javier-pena

Agent Whiskey:

Harder to Hold by @brandyllyn

The Traveler by @silksaddle

Marcus Moreno:

Yo Te Prometo by @marvelousmermaid

Here Without You Now by @wyn-n-tonic

Javier Peña:

Better Love by @disgruntledspacedad

It Takes Two by @icanbeyourjedi

Self Sacrifice by @albertasunrise

Into the Dark by @juletheghoul

Hermosa by @keala on Ao3

Joel Miller:

Days of You and Me by @wyn-n-tonic 

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

Dieter Bravo:

Disturbia by @astoryisaloveaffair

Win a Date With Dieter Bravo by @icanbeyourjedi

Simulated by @prolix-yuy

Teacher Ben (SNL):

Love, Wings, and Football by @icanbeyourjedi

Rainy Days by @chaoticgeminate

Well Read by @wyn-n-tonic

The Thief

Enigma by @javier-pena

Tim Rockford:

Apple Pie America by @rainontherooftops

Jay Castillo:

The Wedding Date by @icanbeyourjedi

Triple Frontier Boys:

The Audition by @astoryisaloveaffair

Santiago “Pope” Garcia:

The Best of Us by @a-bang-for-your-bucky

Benjamin “Benny” Miller:

I Got Away With You by @mermaidxatxheart

I’ll Be Your Brightside by @dameronscopilot

Only You by @albertasunrise

Timing Is Everything by @theewokingdead

Benergy by @theewokingdead

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid

Looking For You by @green-socks

Commitment Issues by @coweye

Sunshine State by @brewsterispunkk

William “Ironhead” Miller:

Return to Honeymoon by @carni-val

Bucky Barnes “Winter Soldier”:

Paint Me a Memory by @mermaidxatxheart

My One and Only by @mermaidxatxheart

Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim

Poe Dameron:

The Bet by @no-droids

The Art of Falling by @brandyllyn

Clint Barton “Hawkeye”:

Sure Shot by @astoryisaloveaffair

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range):

Sacred Oasis by @wyn-n-tonic

Selfish by @dameronscopilot

Lessons by @wyn-n-tonic

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us - HBO):

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

I’ll Have Another by @wyn-n-tonic

Violent Delights, Violent Ends by @ay0nha 

I Need You to Tell Me I’m Good by @psychedelic-ink

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CAMILA WAS AND WILL ALWAYS BE THE GLUE OF THE GROUP. SHE WAS THE REASON EVERYBODY GOT TOGETHER AND SHE HELPED THEIR CAREERS SKYROCKET TO FAME. SHE SAW EVERYONE’S POTENTIAL AND GAVE THEM ALL OF HER UNDYING LOVE AND SUPPORT. CAMILA ALVAREZ-DUNNE WE FUCKING LOVE YOUUUU!!!

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BILLY AND DAISY WITH THE ‘MADE ME BURN’ BOOK MONOLOGUE (!!!)

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SEBASTIAN CHACON in DAISY JONES & THE SIX (2023) Track 10: Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 10: Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

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