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Extreme deep dive JJ-ification of @theragamuffininitiative's lack of JJ musicals post 😊
#the scarlet pimpernel#the creation of man#jeremy jordan#baby jeremy#michael mott#theragamuffininitiative#jeremy friends#jj-ifying everything#this is my talent#video#Youtube
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— the foxhole court (2013)
— the sunshine court (2024)
#holy shit this is happening#the parallels after 10 years#the sunshine court#tsc#nora sakavic#the foxhole court#aftg#all for the game#jeremy knox#my honeybunch sugar plum pumpy-umpy-umpkin my sweetie pie is getting his own book!!!!!!!!!#i am not well#it’s my baby jeremy and jeans time to shine#jerejean#palmetto state foxes#usc trojans#gay#lgbtq#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#the kings men#we will probably get post tkm scenes in tsc#gotta mentally prepare for that
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For reference:
#Jean is so tall but he's still baby boy#I like to pretend I'll draw and write fanfic but who knows when/if I'll actually do any of that#but I collect references anyway#tsc#the sunshine court#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#jeremy knox#neil josten#andrew minyard
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@ Mike: youre a dad! Woogie woogie (is that how the vine goes)
I've always wanted to do more dadmike contents... I love found family!!!
#FNAF#fnaf fanart#fnaf gregory#fnaf michael afton#fnaf jeremy#mike is getting slightly lonely#its lonely to be the only family member left#then fate had return the call by leading him to an abandoned baby on the streets
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“The Cutest in the World”
Spy doesn’t believe in calling something “The cutest thing ever” because he already knows what the cutest thing in the world is: baby Jeremy. (I did this for a headcannon I have lol, I know it’s mushy but I’m a mushy guy alright?)
#TF2#Team Fortress 2#He doesn’t go flashing baby Jeremy to everyone he sees to prove his point. that stays between him and only him#He secretly stares at the picture sometimes when Scout’s around and not paying attention.#He won’t ever admit it.#Guys I really love SpyDad and yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking about it 🙏#SpyDad#Spy#Engineer#Scout#Baby Scout#Comic#Cartoons#Sketches#Doodles
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critters made so far…. glad sum people ljke them
#Regretevator#jeremy#unpleasant gradient#split#bive#spive#skaterlights#lampert#infected#wallter#mannequin mark#wallmark#poob#pest#partybeetle#my art#swag baby
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two - obsessions
#mcyt#smallishbeans#ethoslab#hermitcraft#hermitblr#boat boys#← not in a shipping sense#7 holy nights of jeremy#lee's art#yeah baby we doing joel week at MY pace because i can
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Happy 10 year anniversary bear game!!!
#fnaf#phone guy#fnaf foxy#jeremy fitzgerald#toy chica#springtrap#william afton#nightmare fredbear#evan afton#crying child#michael afton#elizabeth afton#circus baby#henry emily#fnaf lefty#fnaf vanessa#vanessa shelly#glitchtrap#fnaf gregory#glamrock freddy#fnaf cassie#fnaf mxes#map bot#fnaf helpy#fnaf 10th anniversary#Connectionterminated13 art
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Son…?
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"You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I'm your captain. You're my partner. We're supposed to be doing this together, aren't we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me."
That was actually so fucking crazy of Jeremy to say and AFTER HE TOOK Jean's face in his hands???? Jeremy Knox the man that you are istg ... Crazy
#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#tsc#the sunshine court#jeremy knox#he's crazy#the man that he is#my babies#jerejean
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My favorite gag ever tbh
Their first sleepover as a group was wild
Characters from left to right:
Micheal, Jeremy (freddy bully), Jacob (Bonnie bully), and Ter (Chica bully)
I have a reason in my hc why Micheal's eyes would glow I think it's neat maybe I'll explain my whole theories and HCs eventually but for now just get silly comics.
#Micheal sat back down after turning off the lights and confusion ensued.#My partner came up with this idea and I had to draw it out immediately#Micheal being a weird genetic clone baby has consumed my phychy#Except William wasn't as good at playing god has he thought and Micheal is a little weird#as a treat#art#digital art#my art#fanart#my artwork#fnaf michael afton#fnaf#fnaf fanart#fnaf 4 bullies#fnaf 4 tormentors#fnaf 4 fanart#jeremike#fnaf jeremy#jeremy fitzgerald#fnaf micheal#micheal afton#michael afton#micheal afton fnaf#micheal afton fanart#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddys#fnaf bullies#bonnie bully#freddy bully#HIFS AU
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Thinking about how Cat said "The right therapist can be legit life changing, just look at Jeremy for proof" suggesting that he was drastically different from being smiley and chatty and upbeat. No wonder he is so good with Jean when he spirals because he has been there too
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#lana del rey#lizzy grant#coquette#dollette#girlblogging#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#tumblr girls#cinnamon girl#girl interrupted#baby blue love#the virgin suicides#cecilia lisbon#lux libson#alana champion#jeremy irons#trashy coquette#may jailer#sirens#black swan#american beauty#americana#trailer park darling#trailer trash#american diner#ride#ultraviolence#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#girlhood#manic pixie dream girl#femme fatale
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What have I done? Will God ever forgive me?
It was great piece of abstract imagery. I always love when they go a bit off piece, like the dream sequence in the first season where Lucrezia flies up into the ceiling. The more of that they use the better. I think television is often afraid of abstraction and presenting big ideas. That motif of Jeremy holding the child is beautiful. It says everything that needed to be said in a very fitting, visual and instantly accessible manner. — DAVID OAKES
#his doomed babies </333 rodrigo is always howling and shaking and consumed by guilt over how he set them up for pain#the borgias#rodrigo borgia#jeremy irons#lucrezia borgia#juan borgia#david oakes#tvedit#perioddramaedit#cinemapix#tvarchive#weloveperioddrama#perioddramasource#onlyperioddramas#tvandfilm#dailyflicks#tvgifs#filmtvgifs#filmtvcentral#by jen
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Trojans Squad makes a strong comeback 💪! and it’s about time James Rhemann took the stage 😏
#ophelia has grownnn 🥹#(jeremy’s baby sister btw in case see part 20 and Baby Pics pt.1 <3 )#aftg socmed au#oc: ophelia knox#incorrect aftg#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#the sunshine court#jeremy knox#jean moreau#laila dermott#catalina alvarez#james rhemann#coach rhemann#jerejean#lailalvarez#catlaila
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give you my wild, give you a child | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x pregnant fem!reader oneshot
summary: your second trimester while pregnant with baby bear is way sexier than you expected.
warnings: smut, breeding kink, language, 18+ only, barely proofread.
word count: 3.7k
a/n: hi it's me with the second trimester sexapalooza smut i promised @starbritestarlite and @carmensberzattos. and with this new season, let me know if you want to be added to my carmy taglist!! i wrote this as a companion piece to the 'make my heart heart surrender' universe, specifically for the 'carmy as your baby daddy' headcanon/social media au series. anyways, i've been thoroughly enjoying season 2 and am sitting into the fact that i've created my own universe inside of their universe. god we love fanfic. anyways... this is nsfw so 18+ only.
Today 2:21 pm
Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: On the way home for lunch.
You: Hurry, baby.
Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: You good, sweet girl?
Your reply is almost instant, and Carmy wonders what could possibly come next as he sees the three dots appear below your message, indicating that you’re still typing.
It’s a link, his eyes widening as soon as it appears in his iMessage history with you.
You: Hottest Sex Positions For Pregnant Women | Cosmopolitan
Before he can notice that it feels ten degrees hotter in the room, that his face has turned cherry red, that his pants are beginning to feel unbearably tighter, he’s interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.
“You good, chef?” Marcus asks, as he passes by, noticing the red tones that have risen to Carmy’s cheeks.
“Wh-, oh yeah!” Carmy answers, almost too quickly, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.
Marcus shoots him a strange look, examining his boss’ face.
“Just uh… gotta go home for lunch.”
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3:03 pm
“What took you so long?” you practically growl as soon as Carmy gets through the door.
He hasn’t even had a chance to close it properly before you’re on him like a moth to a flame. Dressed in the cutest pair of white shortalls, you’ve been working from home all day – or rather, mindlessly clicking through your e-mail while waiting for Carmy to come home all day, your mind preoccupied with the fact that Carmy hasn’t been home to give you exactly what you want.
What you need, may be the better description.
It’s as if the spirit of Eros himself has taken you over, unable to focus properly as your rapidly changing body needs is practically screaming out for one thing and one thing only:
To be properly and thoroughly fucked by the man that got you here in the first place.
“I-,” he begins, attempting to explain that he was running a little behind and got caught up giving feedback to one of his new line cooks before your mouth is on his in an all-consuming kiss.
Now that he’s here, you regret even asking him, careless for the why when it feels this good to have him pressed up against your body. Your lips are desperate, hungry, intense, as you tangle yourself into him. It’s as if you can finally relax, like you can finally take a breath, now that your husband is finally here.
He lets out a little groan of surprise against your mouth, as if you’ve charged towards him like the sexual equivalent of a tasmanian devil.
And in his defense, you have.
“Baby,” he whispers against your lips. “Should we-, can we even-, shouldn’t you be working?”
He’s not wrong.
You should be working.
But the unbelievable and insatiable need for sex – for sex with Carmy – is the only thing driving you these days, holding you hostage to its unbelievable and all-encompassing power. You’re like a woman possessed as you reluctantly pull away from him to put his mind at ease. Your lust-filled eyes look him over, his curls already wild from a long day at the restaurant, as you shake your head ‘no.’
“I finished all my work for the day and signed off early. Perks of being a start-up sellout,” your well-kissed lips inform him.
Carmy’s head spins in response to your answer.
Maybe it’s the prospect of the sex.
Maybe it’s the way it’s the way your mouth feels against him as you kiss down his jawline and his neck.
“Okay, but I gotta be back at the restaurant at 4:15,” he smiles in agreement, more than happy to oblige.
“That’s plenty of time,” you coo, nibbling on his earlobe.
This time it’s Carmy who initiates, using both of his hands to cradle your face before his mouth is over yours again. The kiss starts slowly this time as he inhales deeply, taking you in. You shift closer, pressing your slightly-rounder-these-days belly against his body once more. He moans, his hands immediately traveling down your body, to your hips as he breathes you in again, wanting nothing more than to stay like this with you forever. His touch ignites something in you and you allow yourself to surrender, lost in the feel of his hands against you. His hands are everywhere – your hips, traveling up your belly, dancing across your fuller-than-normal breasts – and finally the drawn-out unrest of your mind can finally find peace.
He’s starting to get used to this.
And he’ll admit that he really, really likes it.
Carmy changes positions with you so that he can press you up against the front door as you continue your passionate makeout.
Your first trimester had been hell – mornings spent on the bathroom floor together while you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet, days where you barely had the energy to get out of bed, nights where you were too hot to sleep that all you could do was lay on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, frustrated tears pouring out of the corners of your eyes – your body undergoing the hardest reset of your life.
So when the fog and tumultuousness of your first trimester subsided, it was a more than welcomed change – and in so many ways. You’ve traded mornings of flat ginger ale, saltines, and sympathetic back rubs, with mornings spent tugging on Carmy’s perfect curls while you cried out his name.
“You smell like sandwiches,” you giggle in between kisses.
“Ah shit. I should shower,” he sighs, reluctantly.
He knows your sense of smell has been heightened lately, and he can’t imagine that smelling like a spicy Italian sandwich would be much of a turn on for you. He begins to pull away, but there’s now way in hell you’re letting him go as you grab his hands in yours.
"No, Carmy, I can't wait,” you whine, the sound of your voice the most needy, beautiful thing Carmy’s ever heard in his life.
“You could join me,” he offers with a raise of an eyebrow, presenting a solution you can absolutely get behind.
“Uh huh. Yes please,” you nod eagerly, a girlishness to the way you answer him.
Please.
Your usage of the word’s got him harder than a rock and he loves this side of you. Your sex life had been great before the pregnancy, but there’s something different about it now. Something about how needy you’ve been – the only thing that can possibly quell the fire inside of you being him – has him unraveling at the seams.
How could he possibly say no when he’s more than eager to give you exactly (and then some, if it’s up to him) what you want?
Your fingers are still tangled in his, licking your lips as you add, “My baby daddy thinks of everything.”
Carmy shakes his head, tugging at your hands as he leads you towards the bathroom, mentioning that he still can’t get over the fact that you’ve chosen to call him that in front of everyone you’ve ever known. You remind him that it’s cute, and though he’s not sure he gets it, he lets you do it anyway because it makes you happy.
As you both reach the bathroom, you patiently wait as Carmy turns on the shower, running a hand through the stream of water to check the temperature. One minute he’s focused on the cool water coming down from the showerhead, and then next he’s caging you in between his body and the bathroom sink.
“You miss me this much, pretty girl?” he murmurs dreamily, his hand trailing up your inner thigh.
You nod, taking note of how perfectly his top lip fits in between yours.
“Yes, baby. Thanks for coming home for lunch,” you manage to get out, in between desperate kisses.
“No need to thank me,” he smirks, a newly-found confidence in his voice.
His hands are tugging at the hem of your shorts, as if he could slide the overalls down your body this way, a small pang of frustration welling deep in his stomach as he realizes that’s not going to happen. He kisses you with a fervor that makes you dizzy, as Carmy fumbles with the straps of your overalls. Trying his best to unclasp one side, he tosses the strap over your back, a clang sounding out within the four walls of the small room as the metal of the claps hits the porcelain of the sink.
Carmy lets out a groan as he tugs at the second strap, causing you to giggle.
“These stupid things,” he huffs, a look of embarrassment running through his brilliant blues.
“Here, baby,” you say, slipping one of your arms out of the tangled strap.
He groans as soon as his eyes meet yours again, more than happy to help you out of these damn things.
He pulls the overalls down with a rigor that stops right as the overalls drop to your waist, revealing your white tank top – one that you’re not wearing a bra underneath.
“Sweetheart,” he groans, his hands ghosting over where your nipples stand erect against the fullness of your breasts.
“You been like this all day?” he mutters against your skin, leaning down to drag his mouth over your still-clothed breasts.
“Mmmmhm. Needed you,” you moan, your eyes closing as you lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you.
He’s so incredibly hard right now it’s not even funny.
“Yeah?”
By the time you open your eyes again, Carmy’s on his knees, so gentle, so tender with the way he slides the rest of the piece of clothing over the bump that’s been growing inside of your belly.
“Yeah,” you confirm.
You shimmy out of your overalls as Carmy jumps back to his feet, removing your tank so that the only thing you have left is the pair of panties you’re still wearing. Before he can kiss you again, you’re tugging off his shirt, a sacrifice, an offering to the bathroom floor.
“Should be warm enough, yeah?” you ask, gesturing towards the shower.
“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, removing his shorts.
You feel all the blood in your body rush south as you see how hard he is already, swallowing hard. Carmy helps you into the shower, like the gentlemen he is, and you hope that’s where the gentleness ends.
Before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as the warm water begins to wash over the both of you.
“I’m so sorry, pretty girl,” he hums as his nimble fingers slip between your legs. He groans as soon as he feels how goddamn wet you are.
“Fuck, honey.”
“See? I told you I needed you, Carm,” you pant, letting out a high keening moan as he draws lazy circles around your clit. You’re already bucking your hips into his hand and he’s barely started touching you.
"You're so sensitive. So responsive, sweet girl,” he teases you, as he drags his fingers through your folds. You are so unbelievably wet that he’s not sure how he managed to get so damn lucky.
"I just want you to fuck me, Carm. I’ve needed it all day. I need you to make me feel good," you beg, completely lost in the way his fingers feel as he slides two into you already.
It’s like his touch sets fireworks off in your brain, setting your nerves on fire as you cry out.
"Yeah?” he taunts you, an almost amused tone in his voice as he sets the slowest rhythm. “Think that’s how we got here in the first place, pretty girl.”
"I know,” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers for any kind of friction. For something more. For something faster. For something deeper. But at this rate, with how much he seems to enjoy teasing you, with how horny you are, you’ll take anything.
“But nothing feels as good as you, Carm.”
Your words go straight to his dick and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to leave you alone ever again – might as well quit his day job in exchange for this all-day never-ending second trimester sexapalooza you both seem to be caught inside of.
He’s practically choking on his words as he manages to ask you:
"What’s that, baby? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"
You nod pathetically, moaning as he buries his thick fingers deep inside of you. He pauses, feeling the way your walls pulse around him as he stays inside of you, wanting to memorize this moment forever.
In any other circumstance, he’d make you fall apart on his fingers, and then his tongue before you even went there, but with your recent admission, he’s decided that he has to have you now. In one swift motion, Carmy pulls his fingers from you, releasing his grip on your leg, eliciting a whine at the loss of him.
Before you can even protest, he’s turning you around in the shower, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against your backside as he pulls you close.
“Sweetheart, you can’t just say things like this,” he taunts you, playfully, as he drags his cock through your folds a few times.
“Carm,” you whimper, bracing your hands against the shower wall. “Don’t tease.”
“What’s that?” he coos, pressing his thick tip against your clit.
“I don’t think I can take it. Please, baby,” you whine, so desperate for him to be inside of you. You push your ass back against him, offering your body to him for the taking.
“Fuck!” he grunts out, because he just can’t resist you like this.
You let out a sharp cry, as Carmy pushes himself inside of you, finally giving the thing you’ve wanted all day long.
Carmy sets a slow pace at first, burying himself all the way to the hilt, so that you can feel all of him – every single ridge, every single vein of his cock with each thrust – and with how sensitive, how turned on you are, you’re already seeing stars. His hands hold onto your waist, controlling the speed of your lovemaking, as you press your hands against the shower wall, bracing yourself. You want him everywhere, all around you, consuming you with every fiber of his being, as if all you can do is hold yourself up and let him know how good he’s making you feel.
Carmy’s lips are on your neck, leaving love bites across your shoulders, murmuring sweet nothings about how well you take him and how good you feel. And then he’s speeding up the pace of each thrust, pulling you back towards him. His hands are all over you: pressing you back against his chest, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples as he takes care of you.
His wife.
The mother of his child.
The love of his life.
You turn your head just enough so that you can kiss him as Carmy’s hand reaches up to cup your face, making sure that he can kiss you properly too. This time you’re standing up taller, grinding against him, wanting to touch your husband more than you need to hold yourself up against the wall. Your hand slips behind you, grabbing at whatever parts of him that you can, bracing yourself against him, as if you could get Carmy even closer to you, while the other is guiding his across your body, your fingers tangled together.
He’s perfect.
This is perfect.
It’s what you’ve been aching for all damn day.
“I need you, Carm,” you moan into his mouth, as the consistent feel of him thrusting in and out of you has you delirious.
"You have all of me, baby,” he reassures you in the tenderest tone of voice he can muster, his other hand resting just underneath your breasts as he fucks you.
"More."
"More?"
He’s not sure what ‘more’ could mean at this moment, but the dirty talk is so hot that he’s more than willing to find out. He slows down his pace, dragging his cock in and out of you and the most delicious pace.
"Yes,” you pant, pulling away from the searing kiss, your head hanging low. Your hands return to the shower wall as you arch your back, bending at the hips so that you can take him deeper as you add:
“I want to make you a daddy."
His hips stutter for a second, caught off guard by what you’ve just said.
"You-you are, sweetheart,” he chuckles, slowing his pace down for a moment as he watches himself disappear inside of you over and over again.
“Carmy,” you groan, in response to his change pace.
You’re grinding your ass against him, begging him to speed up, but his hands return to your hips, stopping you.
The sight alone, and what you’ve just said, he thinks to himself, might kill him.
You whine as Carmy brings his movements to a halt, trying to get him to fuck you again. But he can’t let what you’ve just said go unrecognized as he stills your hips.
"What was that? You like walking around like this, hmm? Everyone knowing what I've done to you?" he asks you, holding your hips so that you can’t move.
You’ll give him anything to get what you want.
Even if it means saying it again.
“Yes, baby,” you sigh, and Carmy lets out another moan as you squeeze around him.
“I want to make you a daddy. Just fuck me. Please.”
“Oh fuck,” Carmy mutters, knowing he’s not going to last much longer if you keep that up.
He pulls out of you, and before you can protest, he’s slamming back into you in a way that makes you sob. He sets a brilliant pace this time, and you're arching your back, pressing your hands against the wall even harder – and all you can do, all you want to do, is take it. Hearing you chant his name over and over takes over him. He’s a man determined, with a single-minded focus on giving you exactly what you want.
He’s reduced you to a moaning, mumbling mess, as you chase both of your orgasms.
“Touch me, Carmy,” escapes your lips, and he’s more than happy to oblige, his fingers immediately coming to your clit.
He’s so goddamn talented, using his cock and his hands to make you fall apart.
You feel a familiar coil in your belly, and with the way you’re squeezing around him, Carmy can tell your close.
“Come on, sweet girl. Go ahead and let go for me,” his voice sturdy, confident, strong.
And seconds later, your eyes slam shut as you’re crying out his name, falling over the edge as your husband pulls the most delicious orgasm from your body.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.”
He’s right behind you – literally and figuratively – as Carmy’s thrusts become more erratic, finally letting go after exercising an impossible level of self control. He spills inside of you with a grunt, holding you against him as he pauses.
Breathless, you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder is there to catch you. With the slightest turn of your head, you’re able to kiss him, placing the gentlest kiss against the corner of his mouth before Carmy’s hand comes up to lift your chin towards him again, so that he can kiss you properly.
“Holy shit, Bear,” you sigh, a sense of relief washing over you.
“Yeah,” he pants, trying to catch his breath with you.
You both take a beat, a moment to let your brains catch up with your bodies, just holding onto each other – savoring the way it feels to be in each others’ arms.
“I should uh… I should probably still shower,” Carmy starts, beginning to come back down to earth.
You turn back towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, entertaining him with slow, lazy kisses in between words.
“But why don’t you dry off and get into bed?” Carmy suggests, using a quiet yet direct tone, almost as if it’s an order.
It’s as if he knows that, though the last orgasm he’d just given you had been world-rocking, there’s no way in hell you’ll be satiated today with just one.
“Really?” you ask, hopefully with a giggle.
“Yeah,” he nods.
“Heard, chef,” you tease him, eliciting a playful eye roll from him.
He releases you, giving you the time and space to wring out your hair and step out of the shower.
And as you do what he says, he rewards you for it, spending the rest of the afternoon with his face buried between your legs until he’s ready to go again.
*
“And we’ve got a special tonight. Lemon chicken piccata. We’re talkin’ major Berzatto family recipe, ok? So let’s make sure we’re talkin’ up, alright?” Richie announces, following it up with a reminder to all of his servers of the main talking point during tonight’s pre-shift meeting.
Carmy thinks he’s been stealthy as he attempts to sneak back into the restaurant, considering he’s thirty minutes late. He feels lucky that since everyone is preoccupied with the pre-shift meeting that they couldn’t possibly notice him slipping in this late. He hears the meeting end, making a mental note that tonight’s mise has been done right, praying that tonight’s service goes smoothly.
He has, afterall, been using up a lot of extra energy lately….
“Hey, Jeffrey. We were wondering when you’d be in tonight,” Tina comments, as she returns to the kitchen, ready to lead service tonight.
“Oh uh, yeah. Sorry, got caught up with some stuff,” he mumbles, avoiding her gaze as he doesn’t have an excuse or a cover story.
“Mmmhhhmmmm,” she sounds, passing him by, because it’s no secret what Carmen Berzatto’s been up to lately.
“Yo, cousin!” Carmy calls out, in search of Richie.
Carmy makes his way into the dining room, and as soon as Richie sees him, knowing what time it is – knowing that Carmy’s running late – he smirks. A blush runs over Carmy’s cheeks as Richie shakes his head with a laugh.
It’s as if Richie can see right through him, and suddenly, Carmy’s feeling incredibly exposed.
Richie wags a finger at his cousin, his laugh beginning to build.
“Ahhhh man, cousin,” he sighs, an amused look on his face as he continues. “No one warned ya, huh?”
“I-,” Carmy starts, searching for any and all excuses he could make up on the spot, to no avail.
“Men can’t resist a pregnant woman. Sheesh. Enjoy it while you can, jagoff.”
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