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This photo is an absolute PALETTE CLEANSER 😂😂

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the new york diaries - viral

A/N: the lil short fic inspired by the shirtless pics going around of JAW. I was not prepared. warnings: 18+ - sexual themes. language. carmy is hot. line cook energy. roughly 600 words.

They'd been together about two years–in their blissful little happy bubble-when Sunny decided she wanted to give TikTok a go. 

Carmy, who never gave two shits about social media, shrugged it off, with a “Yeah, sure, baby, whatever you wanna do, sounds great,” while he whirred around the kitchen, trying to get dinner on the table before he passed out from lack of eating all fucking day. 

So when her first What my Chef boyfriend made me today TikTok went viral–he was a little shocked. 

“Carm!” she shrieked one morning, nearly flying out of bed. Overnight over 1 million people had seen and liked her TikTok, and there were over three thousand comments. 

“What? What the fuck, babe, it’s six AM,” he squinted into the dark room, scratching his forehead while his love jumped up and down at the foot of the bed. 

“You made me go viral,” she grinned. 

“What?” he asked, still half asleep. 

“Look, Carmy,” she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, on his side. He squinted at her phone, watching the video, short clips of him in the kitchen from last week. His mind wandered to the day in the video, a day they’d both taken off and reserved just for each other. He’d cooked her everything she’d asked for that day and they slept more than they’d slept in months that day-partly due to the food comas, but also because they’d fucked each others brains out inbetween meals. 

His eyes almost fell out of his head when the clip of him shirtless appeared on the screen. “You put that in there?” he asked, incredulously. 

“Carm, that’s why this went viral,” she giggled, taking the phone back from him and started reading through the comments. 

“What?” he said, confused. 

“Okay, okay, listen to these ones,” 

Does he have a twin floating around somewhere? Asking for a friend.. 👀 I’d eat a literal brick if that man put it in front of me. Stg. 🔥 He can cook AND he looks like that? You are a LUCKY WOMAN Is it the broad shoulders? The biceps? The knuckle tattoos? The chain? The curls? Maybe the ocean eyes. Damn. I’m drooling.  The line cook energy is GIVING iykyk. 🍆 Ok but like he’s actually a **legit** chef, i’ve seen him around the city. He’s so good. And he is this hot. ❤️‍🔥

Carmy was blushing furiously, looking up at his girl. “What the fuck,” he snorted, a grin on his face. 

“See?” she said, setting her phone down and straddling him. “You are so fucking hot,” she breathed, pulling his earlobe between her teeth, grinding down on him. His hands went to her ass, kneading the flesh as she kissed his neck, pulling obscene noises from him. Too obscene for that time of the fucking morning. 

“Are you a lucky woman?” he asked, going lightheaded all of a sudden–in disbelief that people were jealous of her because of him. 

She pressed her forehead against his. “The luckiest.” 

She traced her fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, his arms, mouth damn-near watering as his breathing hitched. She kissed the light patch of hair between his pecs, smiling when he groaned, hips bucking against hers. 

She slinked further down his body, kissing at the v-lines that dipped below his sweatpants. Carmy took a deep breath when she kissed from his belly button, prying the sweatpants from his skin. But he couldn’t take any more of the teasing. 

He pulled her up to him, his lips crashing against hers as he flipped them over. She let out a squeal as he hooked her legs around his waist. “I’ll show you how fuckin’ lucky you are,” he smirked. 

And did he ever. 

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Dad not daddy.

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Oh he SINGLE, single. ❤️ my man said let me show up and show out.

Backgrid out here doing the lord’s work.

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Who doesn’t want Carmy to go down on them?

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“F-fuck…”

You couldn’t say much else even if you wanted to.

Your brain was putty, your legs numb, as they draped over Carmy’s shoulders. He moaned against your slick folds, the vibrations causing you to arch and push further into his eager mouth. The small office was filled with the filthy sounds of his wet sucking and your whimpers.

“Carm, shit… m’close…”

You curled your fingers into his messy hair, pulling just enough so that he got the message and moved from tonguing your entrance back to your swollen clit. His gorgeous blue eyes were locked on your face, the way your mouth gaped and your eyes fluttered as he ambushed you with pleasure. He knew by the way your thighs twitched around his head, your gasps becoming higher pitched and desperate, he had you exactly where he wanted you.

You whine pitifully when he pulls away just enough to speak. His thumb replaces his tongue, rolling over your abused clit in firm circles.

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart, want everyone to hear how needy you are? Fuck…”

As quickly as he stopped he was back at it, sucking at you with renewed vigor. You bit down on your balled fist, trying and failing to contain your needy moans. Two fingers slipped inside your slick walls was all it took for you to succumb to the divine torture, the pleasure of your orgasm rolling over you in waves.

His fingers worked that sensitive spot inside of you, his husky voice whispering words of sweet praise against your skin.

“Taste so good, shit… can’t ever get enough of ya…”

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Masterlist

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Fluff 💕 Angst 💙 Spice 🌶️

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto (The Bear)

• Sleepless Nights 💕💙

• Going down on you 🌶️

Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

• Coffee and Regret 💙

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Sleepless Nights • Carmen Berzatto

Pairing: Carmen x Reader

Tags: Fluff, angst if you squint

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Carmy’s cuticles were raw, bleeding slightly from the way he bit at them with nerves. His hand shook as he brought the cigarette up to his lips, inhaling deeply and letting the thick smoke fill his lungs. The light of the moon and the dim street lamps danced across his features, highlighting the strong curve of his jaw as he grit his teeth, the steep slope of his nose, the deep furrow of his brow.

You approach him slowly as he sits on the edge of the window, his feet dangling down to the fire escape. You lean against the doorframe, arms folded across your chest as you study him.

“Can’t sleep?”

His expression softens, all attention now on you. He looks on affectionately, admiring the way his T-shirt hits your hips, the pale blue panties just visible under the hem.

“Hey. C’mere.” He discards the cigarette, letting it fall through the cracks of the fire escape and holds out his hand to you. He gives you a small smile. It’s unconvincing, doesn’t reach his sad blue eyes, but he’s trying. “Why’re you up, sweetheart? Should be in bed, it’s late.”

“I could say the same to you.”

You take his hand and he pulls you closer, making room to settle you on his lap. The night air is cold against your bare legs but Carmy’s skin is always inexplicably warm to the touch. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his chest.

“I’m just, ah… thinkin’.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum softly in acknowledgment, your palms pressed against the bicep that’s cradling your tummy. “About what?”

He hesitates to answer your question, his body stiffening and pulling you tighter before he finally relaxes.

“Mikey.” You nod softly, pressing your forehead against his cheek. “It’s his birthday soon.”

It’s always hard to know what to say when these things come up. This is only the second birthday of Mikey’s that you’d been with Carmy. Last year he had chosen to isolate, sleep the day away in his bed and pretend it didn’t exist. This year you wanted it to be different.

“Why don’t we do something for him?” You offer softly, caressing your hand across the veiny skin of his forearm. “We could bake a cake. Blow out the candles and make a wish for him.”

Carmy sighed, nuzzling his nose into the soft hair at the nape of your neck. He breathed in a few times, the sweet scent of your shampoo and perfume filling his senses.

“Maybe.”

That was enough for now. You crawl carefully off of his lap and back into the apartment, keeping your hand wrapped around his wrist. You tug softly, a small comforting smile on your lips.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Carmy didn’t resist your pull, letting you tug him inside and back to bed. He made a mental note to close the window as soon as you drifted off again. He knew that sleep wouldn’t come for him tonight but right now, settled in the soft bed beside you, your breathing calm and steady, the angry voices in his head seemed to get just a little quieter.

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Coffee and Regret • Lip Gallagher

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Tags: Angst, reference to past relationship

Notes: References Season 8 Episode 12. Does anyone even still write for this? I don’t know, I just started rewatching Shameless and this poor baby…

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“So… you slept with her?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes shut tight as you struggle to adjust to the sudden brightness of the overhead kitchen light. Lip sinks down in his chair, his head held in his hands, elbows propped up on the island.

“Yeah.”

“And she told you she loved you?” You shake your head a little, trying to clear some of the fuzziness from your tired mind.

“Yep.” His fingers tighten in the curly locks. The coffee pot began making the familiar and comforting bubbling sound as the sweet scent of caffeine began filling the kitchen.

“And you said it back?”

“Yep.”

“But you don’t?” You grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet, setting them on the counter with a soft ‘clink’.

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“No. Maybe. I… I don’t know,” Lip sighed, defeat clear on his features. You gave him a sort of crooked half-smile, the kind you only ever gave him when it was obvious he fucked up but you didn’t wanna say it. You yawned as you filled the mugs with coffee, taking in his exhausted expression.

“Huh…”

You slid a cup of coffee over to him, taking a seat on your own stool next to his and taking a long drink of the bitter-sweet liquid.

“Huh?” Lip repeated, mocking the sound. “This is the part where you say something, I don’t know… helpful?”

“I don’t know what to say,” you defended yourself quickly. “Sounds like a mess.”

“Wow.” Lip raises his upper lip in a kind of snarl, his tone becoming sharper. “Thanks for the observation, captain fuckin’ obvious.”

“Hey, don’t be an asshole to me. I told you not to get involved.” You sit back in your chair, the mug held tightly in your palms.

“Yeah, well…” Lip rolls his eyes, the knuckles of his balled up fist hitting softly on the counter as he thinks. “I got involved, anyway.”

“And that’s not my problem. Sierra fucks up your head and you know that.” You regret the statement as soon as you say it, knowing it’s always been a sensitive topic. Lips eyes snap up to you, narrowing slightly.

“It’s not her fault.”

“Look, I’m not blaming her,” you shrug, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m just saying when you’re around her you lose your shit.”

“I didn’t lose my shit!” His tone is harsh, snapping the words in an icy venom. You recoil slightly with a sarcastic scoff.

“Nah, you’re obviously cool, Lip. That’s why you’re in my kitchen at,” you pause to look at the clock on the microwave, “3:42am.”

Lip deflates even further, instantly regretting his tone. He runs his hand harshly across his face.

“I’m sorry, ok?” His voice softens, sad blue eyes avoiding your gaze. “I just… I didn’t know what to do and it was either come here or a bar.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you picked here.” You hesitate for a moment, sighing finally when you decides to just be honest. “You want my opinion?”

Lip nods - barely, but it’s there.

“If you loved her, like… really, truly loved her… you wouldn’t be questioning it.”

Deep down he knows you’re right. Guilt bubbles up in his chest and he has to swallow it down before he starts crying right there.

“I don’t wanna hurt her.” His voice is quiet. Weak, almost. You slide your stool closer to him, trying to offer some sort of comfort in your presence.

“I know you don’t,” you nod softly and place one hand on his back, the other wrapped around his bicep in a form of side-hug. “But not being honest with her is going to hurt more in the long run.”

Silence hangs thick in the air as he contemplates your words.

“I want a fuckin’ drink,” Lip laughs softly, an almost self-deprecating quality to it. He knows it must sound redundant at this point, how many times he’s shown up in your kitchen, confiding in you just how much he wants to drink and forget his problems.

“How about some creamer in your coffee?”

He snorts softly at the suggestion but nods.

“Yeah. Ok.” Lip pushes his mug closer to you, watching the little splashes of creamer and the swirls of the coffee. He sighs deeply, running his hand roughly through his hair. “Shit was never this complicated with you.”

“Yes it was,” you scoff and raise a brow at him. “You have a terrible memory if you think it wasn’t complicated with us.”

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What kind of scents do you think Carmy likes on his woman? I personally think he’s a gourmand kind of guy, like the sweet vanilla, caramel-y scents. 😋

Yes! I agree with this!

"Y'smell so good," he nearly moans, rolling over in the morning, face buried in her neck, her perfume still on her skin from where she put it on the night before-for their date. She giggles. "It's the same one as always, Carmy." "Yeah, but it's yours and I fucking love it".

He picks out a new perfume for their wedding day and has it delivered to the bridal suite (by Richie lol) and she rolls her eyes lovingly-because it's another vanilla scented perfume. But she loves it and it makes him dizzy with lust when they have their first dance and he smells it on her skin.

But his favorite is when she puts on the same scented lotion after she gets out of the shower- skin all smooth and soft, and crawls into bed with him, picking up her Kindle. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, half asleep, cookbook on his chest. "Gonna read my book?" she giggled. "Nope, no you're not," he says, putting his book down on the floor, climbing on top of her and peppering her face in kisses. "Smell too good to spend the night with your book boyfriends," he laughs, plucking her Kindle out of her hands and putting it back on her nightstand. "This is all for me."

Yes, yes, yes. Warm, vanilla scents are his thing.

Thank you for sending this in!! <3

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Girl, yes. I could also see him really enjoying more spicy, musky fragrances like Arab musk oils.

What kind of scents do you think Carmy likes on his woman? I personally think he’s a gourmand kind of guy, like the sweet vanilla, caramel-y scents. 😋

definitely a gourmand tasty kind of guy.

big vanilla guy. really big fan of seven virtues vanilla woods (the best scent fight me)

I could see him liking a bunch of kayali fragrances too. the pistachio gelato one esp, the apple juicy eden one as well.

the imaginary authors one with ice cream he thinks smells so nostalgic, and coffee shop by replica he's a big fan of too, their matcha one too if you didn't like super sweet.

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There’s just something about this sweater…

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