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I'm doing a big June/Birthday Blurb thing this year, just wanted everyone to know there will be Sons of Anarchy characters in both. It is my current hyperfixation.

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they are the same picture

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Writing is getting done with weekend yall!

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carmy smiling… he’s one of us (marcusluca shipper)

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.

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Hit 800 followers. (Thank you everyone, I know I haven't been posting much but ya girl has been busy and writers block has been fluctuating)

My WIP list is not getting done because I'm prepping my June writing challenge and Birthday Blurbs 2025.

Im almost done with Spring semester.

Start my new job on Tuesday.

Makin' big moves guys, very big moves.

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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I love this.

Does someone else have the feeling Carmy has a gambling addiction? He is definitely a gambler already.

He didn’t needed to make the deadline to pay Cicero or loose the place forever. He could have let Cicero stablish a payment regimen, and you can see Nat and Syd react to how unattainable Carmy’s deadline is.

He didn’t need to go for the star by using the most expensive menu idea in history. It is definitely not sustainable and he knows it.

Every time Cicero or others go to him to tell him they cannot afford it, he dismisses it because it’s gonna be worth it at the end. For a gambling addict, it doesn’t matter how many times you loose as long as you win big once. His father was also a gambler. The whole family has this pattern, getting into risky enterprises. Cicero mafia, KBL, the buildings, the Beef restaurant.

This is complemented by Carmen’s character trait of not being able to do math for shit. He is quite literally blind to numbers (risk). He was too caught up in trying to figure out a menu himself that he discarded Sydney’s perfectly sound business plan in s1.

I am not saying he didn’t have to work but he is privileged. If he looses he would feel awful but he would have a future. Nobody else in the restaurant can say that, he is even crippling Cicero financially.

He knows all of this is crazy, but he needs the pressure of it. He thinks the better and riskier the win the more he would prove his worth. That’s why he wants Syd to sign the partnership agreement, it would be a confirmation that she believes in him. And that’s precisely why Sydney can’t sign it. It would like giving him permission to go even further into this mindless all speed driving, confirm that he needs to do this to earn validation/love.

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I'm super close to 800 followers & I got a big girl full time job with room to grow when I finish my MFT program. It's only 10:22AM but ya girl is having a good day!

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Lewis Pullman and JAW are my ideal guys in both the characters they play and their cute quirks.

in this essay i will—

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Creme Pie

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

Part two to one of my Valentine's Day Fluff Fest Blurbs. Kisses

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As the day went by, Carmy could only think about the ‘kisses’ you’d given him that morning. It was no secret that he’d been crushing on you since you came on as The Bear’s project manager when Natalie stepped away for maternity leave, but Carmy, being Carmy, wasn’t sure how to approach that topic with you in a way that wouldn’t freak you out. Richie insisted that the crush wasn’t one-sided and that you were into him, but the voice in the back of Carmy’s head insisted that you were too good for him and a person like you would never be into a guy like him. Valentine’s Day was one of the worst days to work in the restaurant industry, people tried too hard to have the ‘perfect’ dinner out and subsequently the kitchens would get clogged up with people sending their orders back or asking for substitutions on prefix menus that didn’t allow substitutions unless it was allergy related. You giving Carmy those chocolates that morning almost made the shift bearable. Everytime he noticed you walk between the office and the bathroom or the coffee machine he felt a tingle in his stomach, he wasn’t sure if it would be qualified as butterflies but he liked it.

The shift was coming to an end and Carmy overheard Richie arguing with one of the waitresses. “What do you mean allergy send back?” Richie huffed as he shuffled through order forms, “Richie, I put it on the slip that she had a lactose allergy. I told her that the strawberry creme pie had milk in it, but she didn’t care.” the waitress stressed as she held the dessert in hand. “Mellie…” Richie sighed, “Okay, take them one of the extra chocolate bundt cakes and apologize for the inconvenience.” he quickly explained to the waitress before taking the original dessert from her. Richie was walking into the back of the kitchen to toss it when a thought popped into Carmy’s head, “Yo cousin.” Carmy called as he walked back to meet Richie before he could toss the dessert.

“What?” Richie asked somewhat frazzled. “I’ll take that off your hand.” Carmy said reaching for the plate, Richie shot him a confused look before plainly stating “Since when do you eat dessert?” Carmy shrugged in response, “Somethin’ about the strawberry creme. Syd said it was missing something.” 

Richie was satisfied with the answer and gave Carmy the plate. With the plate in his hand, Carmy mustered up the courage to walk into the office. He held the plate behind his back and waited for you to notice him. “Oh hey, Carmy.” you smiled, looking up from your computer. “Can I help ya with something?” 

“Remember when you gave me those kisses this morning?” Carmy tried to sound confident as he asked the question. You smirked at the question, “I pranked ya so hard.” you laughed. Carmy nodded, “Yeah you got me.” he started, “I uh- I have a question for ya…” 

You looked up at him curiously; you noticed his cheeks slowly turning pink as he cleared his throat. “You uh- want a… a creme pie?” you noticed how his voice went half an octave up when the words ‘creme pie’ exited his throat. He quickly jutted the plate from behind his back, presenting you with one of the dessert options from the night's menu. You laughed, “For that prank to work, you have to wait for me to say yes, and for future reference, maybe don’t ask your female coworkers if they want you to cum inside of them.” Carmy’s cheeks got redder as you laughed. He sputtered as he placed the plate on the desk, “I- I- I’m-”

You cut Carmy off by getting up and putting your hand on his shoulder, “Carmen, I’m fucking with you. Thank you for the creme pie; Marcus said they were really good.” you saw the stress melt off of Carmy’s face as you clarified you’d been messing with him. “But I do need to tell you, I’m lactose intolerant, but with the proper precautions, I can have a creme pie… both kinds.” you winked. 

Carmy swallowed hard at your words and nodded slowly. “Text me about non-work stuff. Maybe we can have creme pies together sometime, " you said softly into his ear before exiting the office.

“Such a tease…” Carmy muttered when he was finally able to breathe normally again.

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not to be a hater but if god loves me he'll make sure that claire is NOT in the fourth season of the bear bc the only girl carmy should be making googly eyes at is sydney adamu yes sir

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I'm almost done with my spring semester. I'll get back into writing when 95% of my brain power isn't going into becoming a therapist.

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Just a lil hangout between lovers friends

Take them to a flower market, I beg of thee