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I know I shouldn't feel guilty about quitting a job but my bosses got everyone multiple Christmas presents and Starbucks.

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Jeremy Allen White as Lip Gallagher for Shameless, S09 EP09.

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All the links are workin again!

I just found out I have to fix all the links on my masterlists because I changed my username. none of it is currently working.

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I'm reframing this, instead of it being a pain in the ass to update all my master list links and other links; it's a chance to be creative. I'll make some new headers and practice my Canva skills.

I just found out I have to fix all the links on my masterlists because I changed my username. none of it is currently working.

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I just found out I have to fix all the links on my masterlists because I changed my username. none of it is currently working.

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Oral Fixation

Rhett loves being between your thighs, and you love being the receiving end of his little fixation.

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“There’s my pretty girl.” Rhett grinned as you walked over to where he and Perry had been sitting. Perry raised his beer bottle in your direction before flagging down the bartender to get you a drink and himself a refill. Rhett hopped off his stool and pulled you in for a tight hug. You giggled and hugged him back.

“Hey, cowboy… hey, Perry.” you greeted as Rhett guided you to sit between him and Perry. 

The three of you hung out at the bar for a few hours before Perry needed to get back to the ranch to take care of Amy. He said his goodbyes, and you kissed him on the cheek before he put down a 20 and headed out of the bar. Rhett sat back in his chair and looked you up and down with a familiar glint in his eyes. You giggled and sipped your drink, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” Rhett grinned, putting a hand on your thigh. “Especially when you wear stuff like this…” he mumbled as his fingers played with the flouncy material of your skirt. “You wearin’ anything underneath?” a blush spread across your cheeks as Rhett flirted with you. “Am I makin’ ya nervous, pretty girl?” 

“No…” You giggled as you finished your drink. Rhett scooted closer to you and put an arm around his shoulder, and his other hand shifted up your thigh under your skirt. You smacked his traveling hands playfully, “Rhett, not in public…” 

He chuckled, “Well, my trucks right outside… we could go park by that stream… got some blankets for the back…” he leaned in closer, kissing gently against your jaw. You bit your lip at Rhett’s words and the feeling of his chapped lips moving up your jawline. “You wanna head out, baby?” you nodded in response to Rhett's question, and he hummed in acknowledgment as he pulled some cash out of his pocket to pay for your and his drinks before hopping off his chair.

Rhett held your hand as the two of you exited the bar and walked around the building to the back parking area where he’d parked. He opened the passenger’s door for you and watched you climb into the seat, your skirt hiking up ever so slightly. He bit his cheek to surprise the moan that threatened to spill from his throat. As he walked around the front of the truck, his brain filled with dirty thoughts of you. As he got into his seat, he looked at you, “You never answered my question…” his hand squeezed your thigh. You giggled and decided to pull up the bottom of your skirt now that the two of you had some privacy. As you revealed your pair of soft cotton underwear, Rhett swallowed. “Can I?” he implied as his hand moved up your thigh. You nodded and spread your thighs to allow Rhett’s fingers to rub soft, slow circles over your clothed cunt. The sensation made you shiver; Rhett bit his lip and exhaled through his nose. He loved how sensitive you were.

“Rhett” you giggled as his fingers pushed the material of your panties between your lips, giving him better access to rub your clit through your panties. He chuckled and pulled his hand away to start his truck. He joked about not wanting to get caught before he pulled out of the bar’s parking lot and began the short drive to the stream he’d been talking about. Rhett parked and turned his truck off before grabbing a blanket from his nonexistent backseat. You giggled as you watched him struggle to grab the thick woven blanket. He chuckled as he managed to get the blanket out in one piece. He held it under his armpit, got out of the cab, and walked toward the bed of his truck. You watched him spread the blanket, making it look as comfortable and appealing as possible. You giggled as he came to the passenger door and opened it. After undoing your seatbelt, Rhett slipped an arm under your knees and his other at the small of your back. You scooted toward him before he hoisted you up out of the seat. A slew of giggles escaped your lips as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck.

Rhett laid you down in the bed of his truck before climbing in himself and trapping your head between his arms, “You’re a damn beauty, you know that?”

You giggled at his compliment and nodded, “You tell me every chance you get.” 

Rhett grinned, “You’re also smart..” Rhett leaned in to kiss your kiss. “And kind.” he moved to kiss your jaw. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as one of Rhett’s hands slipped under your skirt again. A whimper escaped your lips when one of Rhett’s rough fingers came in contact with your slick folds. “Already wet for me?” Rhett teased as he nipped at your collarbone. You hummed in confirmation and let your fingers lace in his hair. “You’re so sensitive… so responsive…” Rhett muttered as he pushed a single finger into your entrance. 

“Rhett-” you gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger. He hummed at your gasps, relishing the sounds you made as he began to work you. “Can you-”

“You want me to go down on you, baby?” Rhett chuckled as he kissed your neck softly. 

“Am I that predictable?” you giggled.

“Yes, but I love eating you out… I could do it all day if you let me.”

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I changed my name on here aesthicaltcow just doesn't feel like me anymore. fishfooddude just feels like the vibe. more rhett stuff comin' tonight and some carmy stuff next week. chappel roan coded reader x lip Christmas epp also coming soon. seasonal depression, work, and my internship is kinda kicking my as.

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Verified Lover

Track 1 - Blue Check Heart

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Orginal Character

Carmy gets his blue checkmark on Instagram and immediately breaks Natalie's 'rules'.

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Carmy was in the office, absent-mindedly scrolling through his email when he saw confirmation from Instagram. After an initial wave of confusion, he read it to see his account had been ‘verified’ - whatever that meant. His eyes skimmed the body of the email before going back into the kitchen to see Natalie on her laptop at one of the free stations.

“Hey, Bear.” she smiled when she noticed Carmy approaching her.

“Yo. What does being verified on Instagram mean?” Carmy asked as he pushed his hands into his pocket, peering over her shoulder to look at the spreadsheet Natalie had been working on.

Natalie laughed, “How is it that a 26-year-old doesn’t know what being verified on Instagram means?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, “Sugar. What does it mean?” 

“It just means you are who you say you are and that your account has some perks. I verified your, Syd's, and The Bear’s official accounts. In theory, having The Bear verified means it’ll be easier to get bigger names to come to The Bear.” Natalie explained without looking up from her screen.

“Got it.” Carmy nodded and began to walk away.

“Also, be careful with what you like. We don’t want our head chef looking like a pervert or overly politically charged—just be normal. People can see what you like and comment on,” Natalie warned. Carmy waved off the comment. He only followed 20 accounts, and most of them were fellow chefs. 

~

Later in the day, Carmy couldn’t help but notice two of the college-age bartenders doing some synchronized dance behind the bar. Carmy watched for a moment before one of them noticed and immediately stopped before shyly looking away. The other noticed her stop, looked over, and saw Carmy standing by the kitchen door watching them. “Sorry, Chef Carmen…” she said, taking her phone from where it had been propped and shoving it in her back pocket.

“Why is my staff dancin’?” he asked as he approached the bar.

“Lola Lousie put out a new song, and the dance is fun.” one of the girls explained. Based on Carmy’s face, the other jumped in, explaining that it was the ‘hot-girl summer I publicly dumped my lying cheating ass hole boyfriend’ anthem. Carmy nodded, still confused about the entire thing.

“Prep work done?” he questioned. 

“Yes, Chef Carmen,” they answered in unison. Carmy nodded and walked back to the kitchen. As the shift passed, Carmy kept hearing the name ‘Lola Louise’ and how ‘iconic’ her new song and video were. Carmy ignored the chatter and focused on cooking. 

~

Lola Lousie, the topic the waitstaff couldn’t drop. Carmy could ignore it until one of the waitresses held up Richie, talking about her new Instagram post. He threatened to ban the topic if it continued to be distracting. 

Curiosity killed the cat. That night, in bed, Carmy found himself scrolling through Instagram when he finally tapped the search button and found himself on Lola Lousie’s account. Carmy inhaled deeply. She was gorgeous. She had long, silky brown hair with dazzling emerald green eyes. Her soft, pillowy, plump lips were sculpted in the most endearing, playful pout. He swiped through her feed and became more intrigued by this woman. He scrolled through selfies and magazine covers. He chuckled when he saw a picture of a German Shepard with lopsided ears ‘wearing’ a pair of Prada sunglasses captioned ‘I thought boys didn’t steal their mom’s clothes... I stand corrected.’

When Carmy got to the original dance video, his bartenders had been trying to copy he couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a creep. He understood how the song was a ‘hot girl summer I publicly dumped my lying cheating asshole boyfriend’ anthem but watching Lola Lousie move the way she did made his pants feel a little tighter. Pop music wasn’t his thing but the girls were right. He could see how a song like that could be considered ‘iconic’. He liked a couple posts before tossing his phone to the side and calling it a night. 

~

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Natalie scolded as she entered the office that morning. She hit Carmy’s shoulder with each ‘oh my god’. Carmy removed a headphone and blocked her hits.

“Sugar- what the fuck?!” he exclaimed as he pushed back from his desk and rolled back to create some space between him and his sister. 

“Carmen Anothny Berzatto. I told you to be normal on Instagram, and what do you do the first day after being verified? Like six posts from some pop star that she posted over a year ago! Now you’re on a fuckin’ gossip page!” Natalie scolded, reaching over to hit his bicep. Carmy grabbed her wrists and scowled at her.

“Will you stop fuckin’ hittin’ me?! What the hell are you even talkin’ about?” Carmy challenged as he dropped her wrists, pushing her back gently. Natalie rolled her eyes and dug for her phone.

“Michelin star chef Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto, LoLou’s next boy toy? Screenshots below.” she read from her phone before flipping it to show Carmy. “Carmy. I do not need you going around Instagram liking girls’ thirst taps- EVERYONE can see what you’re doing!” Natalie huffed before stomping out of the office, muttering something about Claire.

Carmy rolled his eyes at Claire's mention and leaned back in his chair, pushing his hands through his hair before pulling his phone from his pocket. “You never even liked your damn girlfriend’s posts, Carmen!” Natalie yelled from the kitchen, still frustrated with him.

Carmy sighed before he yelled back, “She wasn’t my girlfriend.” he got up from his chair and frustratedly closed the door to the office. “She wasn’t my fuckin’ girlfriend… just my friend who happened to be a girl…” he muttered as he sat down in his chair again. He unlocked his phone and saw an influx of notifications on Instagram. None of them were particularly interesting. All he’d done was like a few Instagram pictures, but it had turned into this mess. He rolled his eyes as he cleared the notifications, but one stuck out.  @ LoLou sent you a message request

“Any open tables tonight, handsome? I’d love to taste your food… or something like that.”

“Oh shit…” Carmy mumbled to himself, what did he get himself into?

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Tattoo Ink

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Rhett drunkenly gets your name tattooed while at an out-of-town rodeo. It’s kinda flattering…

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After becoming a national qualifier at the Amelia Country Rodeo, Rhett was finally able to compete in the National Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas. Ten days and eleven nights of bull riding, drinking, and having fun with his fellow rowdy cowboys used to be Rhett’s ideal fun. Then he met you. The idea of going out with his peers wasn’t as fun as it used to be. He’d much rather go back to the hotel he’d been put up in with you and watch a movie, but you couldn’t come with him due to some work obligations. 

Rhett woke up the morning after placing third in the final rankings; he’d gone out with some of the other bull riders after some persuasion.

 “Com’on Rhett- you haven’t come out all week.” 

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

 “It’s tradition.”

 The words still rang in his ears as Rhett sat up in bed that morning. His head was pounding, and the overall soreness of riding caught up with him. He yawned loudly and got out of bed. He grabbed his phone from the floor before walking into the bathroom. Rhett grinned when he saw your congratulatory text; he quickly texted you back and told you he’d be back in Wabang later that day.

He tossed his phone on the bathroom counter before turning the shower on. As he turned, something caught his eye in the mirror. He glanced down and noticed a piece of saniderm sticking out of the top of his black boxer briefs, “Oh shit…” he mumbled. Rhett was no stranger to getting drunken tattoos, but what would he have gotten on his hip? He bit the bullet and shoved the band of his underwear down to reveal your name sprawled across his hip in a large calligraphy style.

“Well… hopefully she likes it..” 

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It was late when Rhett had finally gotten home. He showed up at your apartment close to two in the morning. He let himself in using his key and dropped his duffle bag by the door before pulling his boots off and wandering back to your bedroom. You were lying in bed, face illuminated by your laptop screen, furiously typing something. Rhett had gone unnoticed until he was a few steps away from your bed. You jumped, your laptop almost falling off your lap, but you caught it. “Rhett?! You scared the crap out of me.”

Rhett chuckled, took the laptop from you, and placed it on your side table before climbing on top of you. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands snaked around your waist. “I missed you, my pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, cowboy. Congrats on ranking! I wish I coulda sen you ride in person but I watched a couple live streams, and you were amazing.” you smiled as you hugged him tightly. Rhett inhaled the scent of your body butter as he held you closer.

“I did something a little stupid in Vegas…” Rhett started, he noticed your face go pale, “I didn’t cheat on you- lemme just show ya…” Rhett corrected himself, giving you some relief. He sat up and balanced on his knees before undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

“Rhett…” 

“You know I have a few tattoos… I got most of them when I was drunk and-” Rhett paused as he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to reveal the new tattoo he’d gotten in Vegas, “this one was also a drunk tattoo…”

“Is that… is that my name?”

“It is. Do you like it?” Rhett asked softly, hoping it wouldn’t scare you away. You thought for a moment before hesitantly nodding.

“I… I’m lost for words, Rhett. That’s my name on your hip…”

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Guess who finished their fall semester and is back on their fan fiction grind?

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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Yeah, not talkin to him anymore. He doesn't respect my queerness due to his own trauma.

I finally got the guy I'm talking to to watch The Bear.

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Woot woot ya girl got a $1,500 scholarship for next semester 😇

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I finally got the guy I'm talking to to watch The Bear.

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I think Carmy would like a really chill Thanksgiving. Like one with just you and him. He finds it much more peaceful and fun to cook when his family isn’t involved. You both would have leftovers for DAYS.

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When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Baby/Child ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer

Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

To be Killed Off ⚜ To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ A Drink

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Fight ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings ⚜ Bruises

Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness ⚜ Food Poisoning

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Mutism ⚜ Pain ⚜ Poisoning

More Pain & Violence ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

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You really are the total package 🥹

I fear I have peaked when it comes to charcuterie boards