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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

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What’s it like to have more than 500 notes on a fic?

What’s it like to get multiple hundreds of notes on a Fic within a couple of hours?

What’s it like to have a constant stream of asks asking about your fics and requesting more of your writing?

What’s it like to have multiple reblogs with comments on each of your updates?

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If SydCarmy doesn't at least get a chance in season 4 I will riot

Marcus: I can't believe it's possible to turn ordinary skin cells into functioning brain cells.

Sydney: [Points to Carmy] Well, I turned this one into a functioning boyfriend, so sky's the limit.

[Carmy smiles proudly]

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Greeting Card

Richie Jerimovich x Reader

Part 2 to Valentine's Day Fluff Fest Day 10

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“He’s so perfect.” you sobbed as you stared down at your sleeping son. He was tightly swaddled in a blue and white blanket with a matching hat. Richie chuckled as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, watching you interact with the baby. “We have a son…” you trailed off as Richie squeezed your calf.  

“You did amazing, babe… you know we still need to give him a name.” Richie brought up as you adjusted yourself in bed. You groaned, “I just pushed him out. Do we really have to name him?”

 Richie laughed at you as he reached for the baby, “I’ll hang out with him. Try to get some sleep…” 

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“I made her a card,” Eva grinned when Richie came to meet her and Tiffany in the hospital lobby. That’s sweet of you, kiddo.” Richie smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Congrats, Richie.” Tiffany smiled, handing him a small blue gift bag. He was surprised by the present but graciously accepted it. “You wanna come meet the baby too?” Richie offered. Tiffany shook her head. “I’m sure I’ll meet him another time. Let me know if you need me to pick her up early; newborns are hard.” Tiffany offered before bending over to kiss Eva’s forehead and saying goodbye. Richie waved her off before going to Eva’s level, “Ready to meet your baby brother?” he asked softly. Eva nodded; Richie smiled as he stood up, “You’re gonna be a great big sister, baby. Y/N might still be sleeping, but we can hang out with the baby.” 

You were half awake when Richie and Eva came into your hospital room. “Up for your first visitor?” Richie asked sweetly. You nodded, adjusting the baby in your arms, “Hi Eva, wanna meet your baby brother?” Eva nodded furiously in response. “I made you a card. Daddy didn’t tell me his name, so I wrote "baby.” Eva explained as she opened her backpack to pull out a brightly colored construction paper card covered with glitter and what appeared to be feathers. You smiled and happily accepted the card, “Thank you, Eva, it’s beautiful.” you scooted over in bed, careful not to disturb the baby, “Come on up.” you tapped the space beside you for Eva to sit. Richie grinned at the interaction as he sat on the edge of the bed by your feet. 

“Okay, Eva, meet Wyatt Michael Jerimovich.”

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I learned about this last night and now I can't stop thinking about sub Carmy. He'd be a whimpering mess as you dominate him.

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I'm disappointed with my inner 12 year old boy for not noticing the 69% from the initial polling results.

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This whole campaign was so sick and twisted

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Bear Cub: A Dad!Carmy oneshot

tags: dad!carmy, afab!reader, soft carmy, comfort and lots of it, minor self doubt and insecurity for carmy

The sound of his daughter sobbing was something Carmy would never get used to, even though she was already a couple months old. It broke his heart every single time. He wished there were a way to take all the pain from his child, even though he knew it was her way of communicating right now. He was quick to jump out of the bed yet still tried to make sure not to disturb you. He winced as you stirred and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He hummed as you mumbled and made sure to keep his voice low.  

“S’ok you can go back to sleep. I got’er,” his voice was gruff from the sleep that hadn’t escaped him.  

You had always mentioned how much you liked his sleepy voice. You found it very sexy. He chuckled at the thought. He could never understand why. 

He stroked your hair for a second as you snuggled back into the covers. God, you were so beautiful. To this day he can’t comprehend how lucky he is. He still doubted if he even deserved it. Regardless of the truth, he’d do anything for them. He’d do anything to return the happiness they continue to give.  

Seeing the fresh tears streaming down her face twisted the knife as he entered the nursery. She was decked out in a brown bear onesie. You had picked it out and, although cheesy, he couldn’t help but admit how adorable it was. Now it’s his favorite thing to dress her in. His little bear cub.  

He gently lifted her and cradled her into his arms. It was as if she was made of porcelain. He still was terrified of dropping her, even though you reassured him that he wouldn’t. She was so tiny.  

She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and that made him melt into a giant puddle. She was seeking out comfort from him. From him of all people. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t mess this up.  

He knew well enough by now she liked the sound of his voice. He learned of it the first time she kicked; the first time he even felt her presence. He made a point to talk to her all the time, even if she didn’t quite understand it yet. He also didn’t miss the grin on your face whenever he did.  

“Heyyy, sweat pea. Shhh shhh shhh shhh. I know, I know. It’s okay. Daddy’s here...” 

Bouncing her softly. Rubbing her back that was tinier than his hand. Kissing her soft head. Doing anything he could to make her feel safe. He made his way to the rocking chair as he continued his cooing to the wailing infant.  

Normally, he’d be caught dead doing this. But he was alone, and he hoped it would work. Each cry tugged at his heartstrings. He had also seen you doing this at times to her. Maybe she’d like it from him. He didn’t think he was nowhere near as nurturing as you but he wanted to try. For you and her.  

He took a deep breath before softly humming a tune to the baby. The sound of his gentle voice and the vibrations from his chest soon caused her sobs to subside. He was almost too in the moment of the song to register this. He smiled wide before planting a kiss on the tufts of her hair. He resumed his humming as this lulled her to sleep. 

“Sweet dreams. I love you so much” 

What he didn’t know was you were watching the baby monitor in absolute awe and love.  

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I asked my clinical supervisor from my internship to sign some paperwork, I was under the impression he knew how to scan documents into a PDF... he does not. He sent me a 5 page document as individual emails with no subject line. Truly an icon.

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Romance n' Shit

Lip Gallagher x Reader

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“Hey- let’s go get dinner.” Lip said bluntly as he walked into your shared bedroom. You looked up from the laundry you’d been folding. “Dinner?” you asked curiously, “What’s the occasion?” Lip walked into the bedroom with his hands in his pockets. He shrugged, “You’re the mother of my kids… I love you…” he trailed off as he closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist just below your growing baby bump. As he rested his chin on your shoulder as you continued folding laundry. “Who’s gonna watch Niña?” you questioned as you placed another shirt into the pile of folded laundry. “Well, this is when havin’ five siblings comes in handy…” Lip trailed off as he turned his head to kiss your neck. “You don’t take me out on dates.” you laughed resulted in a low pitch scoff from Lip. “I take you on dates…” he protested, before you could get a word in edgewise, your 3 year old Niña came running into the room. 

Her hair was a curly mess from an afternoon nap, “Daddy!” she excitedly squealed as she ran around the bed to crash into Lips legs. Lip laughed at her enthusiasm and let his hands fall from you to pick up Niña. “Hi beautiful.” he smiled as he kissed her cheek, “I missed you Daddy.” she gushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. You laughed to yourself as you picked up the basket of folded laundry from the bed to put away. 

“I’m takin’ ya to dinner.” Lip called after you as you walked down the hall toward Niña’s bedroom. You shook your head as you walked, “We don’t do all that romance n’ shit!” you laughed.

Lip rolled his eyes and bounced Niña on his hip, “You wanna have a sleepover with Uncle Ian?”

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“So, if it’s another girl, I was thinking we could name her Sabrina or if it’s a boy we could go with Connor- which we could spell with a C or a K.” you chatted as you gathered another bite of pasta on your fork. Lip nodded as he listened to you update him about the baby, he’d been picking up more shifts at the bike shop subsequently causing him to miss your last appointment. “We could also go more gender neutral. I can’t think of any examples but its an option.” 

“You wanna get married?” Lip asked abruptly, you paused and sat back against your chair. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, “We have kids… livin’ together… might as well get married.” Lip grew nervous as he explained his rationale for bringing up the idea of getting married. “I also love you.” he added. 

“I mean, we’re already basically married- how is a piece of paper going to make a difference?” you awkwardly laughed. The two of you had been together for years and Lip’s points were valid, marriage was just a piece of paper in your eyes. As the words left your mouth Lip couldn’t help but feel disappointed by your answer. A few years ago you’d been insistent on getting married but hearing you be so indifferent  you were to the topic left him feeling off. 

“Yeah- you’re right… I like Sabrina, if it’s a girl.” he tried changing the subject but you could tell he was bothered by your comment. The two of you finished your meal and Lip paid before the two of you walked out of the restaurant with a growing awkward silence as he led the way to the car. 

As the to of you settled into the car, Lip paused. “Do you really not want to get married?” he asked turning in his seat to look at you. 

“Uh… I don’t.” you answered softly resting your hands on your stomach as you avoided eye contact with Lip.

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MIDLINERS ARE THE BEST I WILL GFIGHT ABOUT THIS

SHOUTOUT TO MY PARENTS AND COSTCO

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Self care is more than just doing a 20 step skincare routine. If that's something that makes you feel good, that's great but it's about balance. You can do the skincare but you should also take out the trash or do your laundry. You can get a little treat but you also should go to the grocery store and get ingredients to make a meal. Self care can be fun and cute but it is also mindfulness and that can be applied to any topic.

(through gritted teeth) sometimes what's good for your mental health isn't another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what's good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it's not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that's what being nice to yourself is sometimes

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Squeal idea: Carmy asks if you want a cream pie.

Valentine's Fluff Fest

Day 14: Kisses

Carmy Berzatto x Reader

“Here’s a kiss for you… and one for you… and you.” you happily cheered as you handed out Hersey’s kisses to everyone in the kitchen. Tina laughed and slipped it in the pocket of her apron before nudging Ebra, “Watch her go give Jeff a ‘kiss’...” she snickered. Ebra looked between you and the ajar door to The Bear’s office, he chuckled and began opening the shiny foil package, “She and Carmen are in love.” Tina hummed in agreement. Everyone knew you had a crush on Carmy, except Carmy. Everyone also knew Carmy had a crush on you, except you. It was adorable and only mildly annoying.

You walked into the office and waited for Carmy to notice your presence. “Oh shit- hey.” he jumped slightly when he’d turned to see you standing by the doorway. “It’s Valentine’s Day.” you stated, Carmy raised an eyebrow as he nodded. “Should be a busy night…” he responded knowing The Bear would be packed with couples that evening. “Wanna kiss?” you flirty asked, Carmy felt his cheeks burning as he processed your question. “Ugh… here?” he stuttered. You nodded and closed the distance between the two of you. Carmy swallowed hard and bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check, he’d wanted to kiss you for months- why would you offer to kiss him? Why now? His brain was going a thousand miles an hour as you leaned into his space. Carmy was frozen but felt his head fall to the side as he prepared to kiss you.

“Here you go,” you whispered, your lips were mere centimeters away from his. You placed a Hersey’s kiss on his thigh, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” you chirped as you pulled away from him and exited the office before Carmy could say anything. Carmy was awestruck as his gaze dropped to his leg to see the shiny pink foil-wrapped chocolate kiss. He swallowed and shook his head. “Such a fuckin’ tease…” he muttered before placing the kiss on his desk and went back to what he’d been doing- albeit distracted by thoughts of you.