#my poor little syd

[ariisheresstuff]

The Hormones

Pairings: Carmy x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You decided to go with Carmy to work, Carmy hesitated with bringing you along with you. You been dealing with pregnancy hormones recently. With the hormones hitting you, Richie had enough and lashes out on you making you upset.

Genre: Angst to comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, mentions of being pregnant, Richie being mean, Yelling.

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A/N: My requests are open! 💜

“Alright baby, I’m off to work.” Carmen announces as walks over to you in the kitchen. He places a hand on your bump rubbing it gently before kissing your forehead.

“Actually, Carmy?” You said making him go back to face you.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked as he softly cupped your face worriedly. You smiled at him being so protective of you.

“Can I come with you today? I’m tired of being home by myself.” You said with pleading eyes.

Carmen sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you getting tired of being bored at the place. Plus, you should be resting.” Carmen loves when you come along with him to work, but with your hormones being more stronger and you being more sensitive, he hesitated. You literally started to cry over tying your shoe because your stomach was in the way.

You pouted, “Please Carmy? I promise I won’t cause trouble I just wanna be with you, I get sad when I’m alone here.” Your eyes were already watering making Carmen panic.

“Okay, okay baby, don’t get upset. I hate when you get upset, it hurts me. Of course you can come, but if things to start to overwhelm you, you tell me okay?” You nodded making him smile and peck your lips. He grabbed your hand as the two you of walked out of the apartment.

“Look who finally showed up!” Richie announced as Carmen walked in with you, Carmen rolled his eyes.

“Shut the fuck Richie, get to work.” Carmen shook his head as he led you through the kitchen.

“What brings you here sweets?” Richie asked you as he gave you a hug, you smiled.

“Didn’t feel like staying home, I need to get out and enjoy life before the little one comes.” Richie nodded as he continued to work.

Tina smiled as she walked up to you giving you a hug and a kiss before rubbing your bump. “How are you doing mama? Baby doing good?”

You smiled at Tina’s comfort, “Healthy baby, but it’s killing me.” You whined making Tina frown.

“Aye, poor thing. You need anything?”

“Not right now, I’m okay thank you.” Carmen yelled something at the others, as you walked towards his office.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” You quickly turned to see Sydney waving, you quickly smiled at you and gave her a hug.

“Hey Syd! How you doing?”

“Good, good, and you?”

“Ugh, it’s hard dealing with a fetus in your stomach.” You joked as you rubbed your bump.

“Well hey, almost time y’know?”

You nodded with a smile, “I can’t wait.” You quickly said goodbye as Carmen led you to sit in his office chair.

“You hungry or anything?” He asked you as he ran a hand over your back, you shook your head.

“Not at the moment.” You shrugged

“Alright, let me know if anything.” He quickly gave you a kiss to your lips making you sigh.

“Love you.” You said with a smile making him smile back.

“Love you more.”

It’s been over two hours already and you starting to get cranky. You were whining as you had your head down. Your back was killing you and you felt a headache coming on from the heat from the kitchen. You whined as you slowly got up before wincing as your back started to hurt. You rubbed your bump as you opened the office door entering the kitchen.

“Guys, I fucking told you a million times! Get your shit together, I’m not fucking playing!” Carmen yelled as everyone yelled “Yes Chef!” In unison. Carmen sighed before he spotted you with a frown on your face.

“Hey baby, you okay? What’s wrong?” He cupped your face as he examined your features.

“I’m getting hungry carm, it’s hot I’m dying! And my back is hurting!” You said a little too loud, Carmen cursed in his mind knowing you were getting cranky.

“I’m sorry babe, you wanna sit by the booths? You might cool off better there. And you want something to eat?” He led you to the entrance of the diner, before you stopped him.

“No Carmen, nothing is helping me. I’m tired and hungry and it’s making me upset!” You could feel tears forming making Carmen cringe.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax, I know baby. I’m sorry that you’re going through this. Just take a deep breath and I’ll make you something to eat, what do you feel like having, hm?” He said softly not wanting to make you more upset, he quickly rubbed your back making you whimper as small tears fell down your face.

“I-I I don’t know what I want to eat! Basically anything I eat makes me puke! I can’t take it anymore!” You were starting to get more loud making everyone in the kitchen look at you and Richie finally blew it.

“Jesus Christ! Why did you even come if you’re gonna act like a bitch?” Richie yelled from the other side, everyone turned to look at Richie who had a frown on his face.

“Richie!” Carmen yelled back at his cousin making Richie shake his head.

“Nah! Because why the fuck is she here if she’s gonna be bitchy about everything? Make that make sense to me!”

“Richie, you better shut the fuck up! She’s pregnant, I don’t care if she’s here or not! Don’t make me fucking hurt you cousin!”

“Let me see you try, jagoff.” Richie said with a sarcastic chuckle. Carmen’s eyes twitched.

“Don’t even start with me Richie! You’re the fucking jagoff, don’t start with that bullshit I-

Carmen stopped his yelling when he heard a sniffle and a whimper. Everyone turned to look at you, tears fell down your face as you hiccuped.

“I-I’m sorry.” You said through broken sobs, everyone just froze as they watched you cry.

“Baby.” Carmen said softly as he quickly walked over to you. “Hey, look at me.” You pushed his hands away as you shook your head. You then turned around and walked over to the back door, you opened the door as you went outside to the cool breeze.

Everyone just stood there in silence, then looked at Richie.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Richie! How dare you do such a thing to that poor girl! She’s pregnant for god sake!” Tina yelled at Richie as she slapped his arm with a frown.

“Not cool Richie, seriously.” Marcus said with a shook of his head as he followed Tina outside.

“Do better Richie, honestly.” Sydney said as she followed the rest outside to console you.

Richie just stood there frozen with his mouth slightly opened.

“What the fuck is your problem!?!” Carmen roared as he shoved Richie into a wall nearby, making Richie stumble.

“Chill Carmen!”

“No, you chill! How are you gonna say that to her huh?!?! Don’t you have a kid?!?! Didn’t you deal with this too?!? How dare you come at Y/N like that! She didn’t deserve that shit! She’s seven fucking months pregnant! Of course she’s gonna feel like shit!” All Carmen saw was red as his shoulders rose up and down from his yelling rant. His heart was pounding as his hand shook under Richie’s shirt he had a grip on.

“Chill the fuck out Carmen! I’m sorry, that just came over me! I mean it! I didn’t mean for that happen, I just let my inner thoughts get to me! I know she didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry alright?” Richie said in a calming voice to get Carmen to calm down.

Carmen gave him a glare as he let go his shirt, “You better fucking apologize to her, not me. Understand?” Richie nodded with hands in surrender, Carmen huffed as he first walked outside, Richie behind him.

You had your head buried in your hands as Tina comforted you, your head rested on her shoulder as she rubbed your back in comfort , your shoulders shook with each sob.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for-for that to-to happen.” You whimpered, making Tina shake her head.

“Nonsense mija, you are carrying a child. You have every right to feel this way. Richie is being an asshole, don’t let him get to you mama.”

You removed your hand away from your face before looking up to see Carmen and Richie. Tina moved away but not before giving your head a peck as she told everyone to go back inside, leaving you, Carmen, and Richie alone.

You looked down at your feet, not making eye contact with either of the men. Carmen didn’t say anything as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you.

You couldn’t help but feel more tears fall down as you softly cried into his chest. Carmen softly shushed you as he rubbed your back knowing it was hurting you. He whispered sweet nothing in your ear as he kissed your head and forehead repeatedly.

“I-I I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean for this to happen.” You said through hiccups, Carmen shook his head.

“Hey, no, stop that. This wasn’t your fault baby. You’re pregnant, you have every right to be mad, upset, and sad. This is a hard time for you. But you should’ve stayed home baby. It’s always chaotic here, and I don’t want that to overwhelm you. I want you to be okay and feel comfortable. I know it’s hard for you, but I’m here always for you okay?”

He cupped your face making you look up at him, your lip trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. He quickly wiped them away, before kissing your lips a few times. He gave you a hug making you wrap your arms around his waist, enjoying his touch.

“I love you, y’know that?” He said softly in your ear making you nod in his chest. He swayed you back and forth before facing Richie, who had a frown on his face.

“I think Richie has something to say to you too.” Carmen said softly making you open your eyes to see Richie with a sad frown. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you Y/N, I really am. I admit I was being a jagoff and all that shit I said was wrong and that you don’t deserve that. But, I hope you can forgive me because you’re my family and I don’t want to hurt you like that again.”

You actually felt another set of tears coming at Richie’s apology, you loved Richie as family. You hated what he said to you, but how can you not forgive him.

“Oh Richie, of course I forgive you. I’m sorry that I triggered you to go off on me. I’m sorry, you’re a sweet man and I know you didn’t mean it.” You hiccuped as you walked over to Richie before wrapping your arms around his waist bringing him into a hug. Richie’s eyes went wide, not expecting you to forgive him so easily. He tensed up as you hugged him, but quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry kid, really. I was an asshole for that.” He said softly as he rubbed your back in comfort making you look up at him with a smile. You stood on your tippy toes before pecking his cheek with a smile making him smile back at you. You turned to face Carmen who walked over to you and Richie.

“Don’t pull that shit again cousin or I swear I will beat your ass.” Richie rolled his eyes at him.

“Yeah, yeah cousin, I got it. Jesus.” He shook his head making you chuckle a bit at the two men.

“You still hungry baby?” Carmen asked you as the three of you walked back into the kitchen. You nodded your head at that.

“I’m having those cravings again actually.” You said as you held onto Carmen’s hand. He led you to the booths in the front, Carmy smiled.

“What’s the craving today?” Carmen said as the two of you sat down at a booth.

“Pickles and ice cream.” You said with a smile making Carmen give you a disgusting look. You smacked his arm before laughing.

“How the fuck do you enjoy that?” He said as he got up, you laughed.

“It’s not me, it’s the baby!” You put your hands up in surrender.

“Sure it is baby.” He said with a smile before leaning down to kiss you before entering the kitchen.

“Marcus! Get me a cup of the ice cream you made and Tina! Get me some pickles! Y/N is having her weird ass cravings again!”

“Carmen! Don’t announce it to everyone!

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[superhoeva]

Bunny sending Carmen nudes because she REALLY needs him and she wants to make sure he doesn't stay at work too late.

carmen chokes when he opens the text. this poor unsuspecting man has all eyes on him as he coughs loudly thanks to the spit he's just inhaled. luckily, his spot from his office chair has shielded anyone else from spotting the photo of bunny wearing... well, nothing, except the little chain carmen bought her to match his and it makes him shiver.

how much longer? miss you :(

"carm? you okay?"

blinking rapidly, carmen nods quicker than he means to. and has to clear his throat with a fist over his mouth before answering his sister.

"yeah, nat. i-i'm good. 'm okay."

shutting his eyes for a moment, carmen has to fling them back open because all he sees in the dark is a sprawled-out bunny, twisting and turning against his sheets.

"you sure? that cough sounded kinda bad..."

"she's right, might wanna get that checked out. especially with that mold we found in the ceiling–"

"mold?"

"what mold?"

"we have fucking mold?"

"no! no," richie exclaims, sending a quick glare to fak. "i mean, yes, kinda. but it's not even that fuckin' bad. not bad enough to give you fuckin' tb or something like that.–

"–not how tuberculosis works–"

"okay, okay, okay," carmen holds up a hand to stop the argument that's about to materialize out of absolutely nothing. "i am fine. just.. swallowed wrong, but i'm good. i swear. now, everybody, let's just please head home for the night. we'll sort the rest of this shit out–including the mold–tomorrow."

another wave of words forces carmen to squeeze the phone in his head and rub a hand over his eyes. he see's bunny again. this time hanging over him, grip warm against his skin as she sinks down onto him with a sweet gasp.

"hey."

the room stops.

"i am only going to say this once: i love you all. i will see you tomorrow. goodnight."

the room quiets with a few sighs and nods. carm gets a kiss on his blushing cheek from nat and one last look from syd, who lingers in the doorway.

"you sure you're good?"

"all good, syd. thank you, really."

"welcome," she shrugs. "night, chef. oh, and tell bunny i said hi."

carmen stares into nothing as sydney disappears. thinking for a moment, the man whips out his phone. he takes a long second to stare and bite his lip at the photo before typing back.

on my way. don't fuckin move.

the bunny and the bear au || bunny!reader and bear thoughts? <3

#this ended up being more of an ensemble piece but hey #part 2 to this? #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x black reader #carmy berzatto x reader #au: the bunny and the bear

[ashersanity]

whitney vs rapechester ville

whitney beefing with the entire town, hissing like an angry kitten because that’s literally what they are, a little bitch that I’d enjoy watching be put in their place. pasted from my reddit, so shitty, lazy rambles.

whitney vs low confidence!robin : yeah, whitney wins in this one. robin’s honestly too scared shitless to really do much against them, lets themselves get beat up before PC eventually intervenes.

whitney vs high confidence!robin : robin 100% They’re confident enough to stand up for themselves now and they literally sucker punched a full fledged bodyguard and made them pass out on the spot in that one scene. that’s like.. twice the strength of a max physique, large body type and sadistic PC. robin deals massive damage and wins easily.

whitney vs kylar : depends. they both like to play dirty in their own way if pushed far enough like in the cafeteria scene where whitney either wins or loses depending on who PC cheers for, but in the bully’s defence, they got kicked in the crotch while they were distracted. If we’re speaking strategic fighting, kylar probably wins. pure strength though? whitney definitely.

whitney vs pure!sydney : poor syd will be sobbing as Whitney crushes their glasses beneath their shoe, claiming that one shouldn’t fight back since everyone deals with their own battles in life. solemnly wipes their tears away right after. only time I can see them win is if it involves for PC’s sake and they completely snap.

whitney VS corrupted!sydney : this one’s difficult. I feel as though sydney is actually on par with whitney’s strength if they had fighting experience and whatnot. they were able to pull whitney over the counter in the library in that one scene with surprising boldness. I’m betting on sydney though because the motherfucker would be moaning from a punch alone and that just throws the delinquent off completely, striding away like they didn’t just hear that.

whitney vs bailey : bailey obviously. they’re built like a fucking brick wall and survived getting stabbed. totally sweeps the floor with the bully, leaving them bloodied and bruised up on the ground, nosebleed, broken teeth, fucked up face, you name it. just walks away right after since they have better shit to deal with and doesn’t like wasting time. whitney will still demand that kiss from you later though.

whitney vs eden : again, eden. they got like 600 or 800 health, I don’t remember. practically the strongest human NPC in terms of raw, physical strength. either way, whitney gets absolutely BODIED, thrown over the forest ground like a rag doll, offered as a chew toy to wolf!PC. The fuck are they going to do anyway? send their little delinquent friends to jump Eden? yeah, don’t think that’s happening unless they want their little gang to get murdered too.

whitney vs avery : usually whitney would win, y’know 70% chance and they also got the advantage of not caring if they make a scene in front of the whole town. depends if avery got rage maxed out, feel like it can get pretty serious from there when you deal with an enraged middle-aged adult. plus they can just run over the bully’s body with their super-expensive, worth more than whitney’s entire bloodline, car.

whitney vs leighton : yeah, it’s whitney. the old fuck doesn’t stand a chance against a bully that beats the living shit out of people for fun and snaps at the slightest provocation. doesn’t mean they entirely lose because they can make whitney’s life a living hell in more ways than one.

whitney vs alex : considering alex’s physique and the fact that they run an entire farm on their own with the help of PC, alex wins. slings whitney over their shoulder like they’re a stack of hay and feeds them to the pigs for food.

whitney vs black wolf and the great hawk : pretty self-explanatory on its own. it’s literal beasts against a school delinquent. they’ll rip the bully to shreds if they even dare try anything against them, but whitney’s an impulsive little shit that doesn’t back down regardless of the danger imposed, so’d they probably end up doing it anyway.

whitney vs wren : another L for whitney, it’s a grown adult versus a school student, they’re not doing shit and will only hurl insults at the smuggler that’s able to keep their cool unlike the others. gets sold off as cattle right after because it’s funny to think about cow!whitney.

i’d do more, but there’s too many NPCs to keep up with.

just the last category.

whitney vs sub!PC : depends if sub PC just relents to them like that, if yeah, they’re letting the bully dig their shoe into their crotch because it’s degrading like that.

whitney VS defiant!PC : PC absolutely. it’s not talked about enough of how much defiant!PC is an absolute menace in their dialogue that wouldn’t hesitate beating the living shit out of someone just for the sake of keeping their body unmolested.

#yeah #why make them suffer..? #cuz it’s fun? #no fucking shit? #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #avery the businessperson #leighton the headteacher #black wolf #the great hawk #wren the smuggler #asher rambles #too much

[noellawrites]

Souvenir Part 2 - Yandere!Luca x reader

part one linked here

summary: someone pays you a surprise visit at The Bear’s friends and family night.

warnings: baby trapping mention, abortion mention, s2 finale spoilers

It was the night of The Bear’s soft opening and emotions were running high.

You were back to waitressing after having passed Luca’s pastry expertise to Marcus. You were just thankful to be back where you knew you belonged.

Too much time spent at the dessert station just made you think more about your time in Copenhagen and your little souvenir that has been growing inside of you for the last three months.

If you never saw Luca again, it would be too soon.

—

“Hands!” Tina yelled and you approached from behind her at lightning speed, reaching out and grabbing table twenty’s focaccia.

“Fire up three t-bones and four calamari!” Sydney’s voice echoed from behind you as you rushed through the doors and walked briskly towards the middle of the restaurant.

On your way back, Natalie gestured to you from her and Pete’s table.

“What’s up, Nat?” you asked, feeling your nerves being reflected in her expression.

“I have some news for you,” she grimaced, reaching her soft hand up to touch yours gently.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Richie, uh… may or may not have invited Luca tonight,” Sugar said, wincing at your reaction.

“W-what? But he’s in Copenhagen, that’s… that’s not possible!” you exclaimed, louder than you meant to.

It wasn’t enough that he had to force a baby into you, but now he had to come all the way to America to rub it all in? You wanted to throw up.

“If he shows up, I’m switching to back of house. I can’t handle seeing him right now,” you stated.

“I understand, (y/n). We’ll figure it out,” Sugar promised.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna fucking kill Richie.”

—

“Shit, there he is!” you hissed as you looked through the thin glass strip into the front of house.

“Oh shit, like, baby daddy Luca?” Sydney exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

You nodded, gnawing at your lip as you watched him being seated at the bar. He was already looking around, no doubt searching for you.

You decided to help Tina and take over Josh’s station, since he’d disappeared and Carmy was still stuck in the walk-in. Tina and Syd both knew what’d happened to you and had been nothing but supportive through it all.

As you were distracting yourself by prepping dishes for Tina, you heard the door swing open and hit the wall.

“I thought I’d find you here,” said a voice with a familiar British accent.

“Uh, sorry dude, you can’t be back here,” Sydney stated, pointing at the door and raising her eyebrows at Luca.

As much as you wanted to scream at him, you knew that making a scene would only make things worse.

“Outside,” you said, nodding your head towards the back door.

—

“You never answered my calls.”

“You baby trapped me!”

“You could’ve gotten an abortion.”

“I can’t afford one!”

“Oh, poor you,” he sneered.

You swallowed a sob as you stared into his cruel, intense eyes.

“Why are you acting like this? Why are you even here?” you sniffled.

“I wanted to watch Carmy fail, of course. And visiting you and the baby is an added bonus,” he said, then reached his tattooed hand out to cup your rounded belly over your apron.

“Don’t touch me!”

“(Y/n), come back with me. You won’t have to do grunt work for Carmy or live in that tiny apartment anymore. You and the baby could live with me and you could focus on raising them. And you can work in my restaurant if you miss waiting tables.”

“I never wanted this baby, Luca.” you sighed, shaking your head.

“But I did. I do. So let me take care of everything, yeah?” he said so gently, holding out his arms to you.

You were weak and needy and tired, and you let him hold you close just like he had done three months ago.

#the bear x reader #the bear luca x reader #luca the bear #pastry chef luca x reader #will poulter x reader #yandere the bear #yandere the bear x reader #yandere ​the bear

[katemartinismywife]

just wanna be yours - k.c

☺︎ kamilla cardoso ☺︎

"Kamilla you can't keep showing up uninvited" Sydney scolded closing the door behind the girl. "Why? You're aren't going to have anyone over so" Kamilla shrugged pulling the girl in for a hug and a forehead kiss.

"If you missed me you could have just said that" Sydney smirked pulling the girl onto the couch with her. "What are you watching?" Kamilla asks kissing her neck and looking at the television. "I was watching Grey's Anatomy before someone interrupted me."

"You love me" Kamilla teased poking her lips out for a kiss. "Nuh-uh, I don't know where your lips have been" Sydney gently pushes her head away and presses play on her show.

"Why are you crying mami?" Kamilla softly asks wiping off Sydney's tears. "Because Denny Duquette died all because of stupid Izzie" Sydney cried turning off the tv. "You're so dramatic" Kamilla laughed kissing the side of her head.

"No, I'm not... Denny and I had a connection" Sydney mumbled wiping her tears and huffing. "My poor baby" Kamilla spoke placing kisses all over her face.

Sydney groans after Kamilla's phone goes off for the tenth time she's been here. "Mila please answer your phone, I know you hear it going off," Sydney tells her as Kamilla groans knowing exactly who it is.

Sydney looks out of the corner of her eye seeing Kamilla text someone named "Camryn💗". Sydney's heart breaks a little, but not as much as it did the first time. She honestly doesn't know why she keeps accepting Mila's stupid apologies knowing it was going to happen again.

"I think it is time for you to leave Kamilla" Sydney clears her throat and stands up passing Mila her shoes. "What? Why? What's wrong?"

"I'm not doing this again. I can't. It is the same thing every time Kamilla" Sydney rambles pushing off Mila who was trying to reach for her. "Leave Kamilla, please. Run back to Camryn like you always do. I'm not doing this anymore"

"Baby no, I promise you it is nothing like that"

"Get out"

"Baby please" Kamilla begged walking to the door with Syd behind her holding in her tears. "No Kamilla, I am never enough for you. So forget about me. Forget how much I love you and care for you. Forget everything, because it clearly means nothing to you"

"Syd that's not true. Let me explain"

"I don't want to hear it Mila. You know what even if it isn't what it clearly is then this is your fault. You made me like this. You made us like this. Bye Kamilla" Sydney rambles slamming the door in her face.

"Fuck! Sydney open the door!"

"Please baby"

#wcbb #oc #wlw #kamilla cardoso #south carolina gamecocks #gamecocks #south carolina

[violetpixiedust]

something sweet for sydcarmy that i couldn’t get out of my head

the rigid slope of his sun-kissed nose bloomed a vibrant scarlet as it brushed against the ebony complexion of her petal soft cheek. the delicate curvature of her face was reminiscent of the stained glass cherubs that danced across the evanescent sunlight when it seeped into his weekly aa meetings, undeniably gentle, radiant. honey-suckle curls drooped down to meet hip length braids, framing the divine structure of her body below him, laid atop his rustled sheets. the pair was askew, tangled, dewey with a veil of essence akin to the first morning fire ups at the bear. a husky moan left his cupid’s bow shaped lips, as manicured nails ran down the flushed expanse of muscle peaking through his rare pristine white tee. one calloused hand urgently pushed the hem of her tight red turtleneck up below her concealed mounds, fingers twitching against her unconsciously arched ribs. the other wandered below the little charcoal skirt that had taunted him endlessly during their menu experimentation in his minuscule kitchen that day. barely exposing a flash of ivory each time she whipped around to fetch a knife, paprika, salt, a clove of garlic that had ‘slipped’ off his counter top. a pretty little outfit he knew the woman in front of him wouldn’t be caught dead wearing around the likes of richie, marcus, gary, fak, even ebra- a soprano moan cut off his possessive train of thought, hyperactive mind practically melting into oblivion as his warm lips frantically kissed the exposed underside of her jaw, basking in her light scent of lavender soap and lilies. desperate to claim, claim, claim-

“carmy-“ his denim clad hips unconsciously ground down into hers at the crack of her voice, the sound of his name leaving her mouth like a prayer. the ribbons of their desperate moans intertwined in spite of the ache that pounded down the doors they had once desperately attempted to seal shut.

“syd. oh fuck. fuck! please-“ the wetness that had previously concealed his hazy cobalt gaze trickled down his freckled cheeks, staccato groans swallowed by her plump pout that had been decorated with brunette lip gloss, now smeared across his cheek.

“c-an i-i take this off-?” carmen shuddered as she raked her nails through his dampening curls, waiting not a second after her confirmation to tug the poor excuse of a garment down her sinfully bare legs, leaving a burning trail in its wake. carmen felt his heartbeat pound in his ears, the once dreaded feeling akin to his panic attacks now fuelled by unbridled desire, urging him forward as he marvelled at the sight of the younger girl in front of him. shell shocked as the quick absence of her shirt revealed a lacy lingerie set, ivory, scraps of fabric reminiscent of lacy chef whites barely concealing the most intimate parts of her. transparent enough that he could make out the dusky shade of her nipples through the wispy fabric, her sticky mound. it tumbled out of his mouth before he had the chance to bite it back.

“god, i love you.” and he would have been mortified, hightailing it out of his own apartment to avoid the sight of his sous leaving the bed of her pathetic loser of a boss- had the girl not taken charge, straddling him in under a few moments, fingers encircling his golden chain to hold him steady, as her lips slammed against his in a teeth clashing kiss, a valiant effort in pushing down what apologies would have inevitably come up. her tongue was doused in lambrusco, spurring carmy on as his tattooed arms pulled her impossibly closer to him. desperate to memorize the scent of her, the silhouette of her, the taste of her, before he faced the consequences of his confession. he only went slack when she finally breathed shakily in his ear, hushed, as if she was telling him a secret, missing the glimmering onyx of her doe-eyes as they softened incredibly at the very sight of him.

“love you too, chef.”

#i haven’t been able to stop thinking of them since the first episode #they’re so perfectly imperfect #silly chefs #the bear fanfiction #the bear #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmen x sydney #sydcarmy #sydcarmy smut #carmy berzatto #sydney amadu #carmy x sydney smut #carmy x sydney fluff #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

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K listen, I've haven't written any band FF in a LONG LONG LONG time, mkay? But Bad Omens...Noah Sebastian...mmmph. Let's see how far we get here. If you enjoy, let me know. If you want to be tagged in the next part, let me know that too. If you even so much as take the time to read MY SINCEREST GRATITUDES CAUSE WRITING THIS STUFF IS MY ESCAPE. xo

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 1 - Burning Out

Work had been long today. Longer than most days. The customers screaming at me had only taken it's toll so much, but having a God awful supervisor who was hell bent on making me late for my meeting, knowing full well how important my twice weekly meetings were, had completely wiped my energy and patience in one fell swoop. Needless to say, I was in no mood for excess attitude or traffic today. Which is why I found myself cursing at the jackass in the SUV in front of me, taking at least a year to make a right hand turn into the close to empty parking lot where the meeting was being held. It took the last of my self restraint to not lay on my horn and flip a specific finger at the driver.

Finally reaching the normal parking space in front of the unmarked office building, I silently breathed a sigh of relief. I had made it, only 2 minutes later than I should be. I began scrambling for my energy drink and my bag before shuffling out of my car and pressing the fob to hear the beep of the alarm set. My poor beat up Tahoe was doing her best, so I never took my frustrations out on her.

As I crossed the parking lot, I whipped my head around to gauge the spaces, noticing all of the regulars were already here, meaning I was the last to arrive. Sucks, given I'm the meeting organizer. Something caught my eye. A vehicle I didn't recognize, a black SUV. The same one who apparently can't make a right turn to save their life. Newbie? The rest of the offices were closed for the day, so I can't see why else they'd be here.

The building is always so quiet at 6PM, so the tapping of my chucks on the tile floors is louder than I'd like, drawing attention to my obvious lateness. (To who?). Didn't matter. I felt ashamed. These meetings are the most important facet of my life right now. I needed to be more punctual. Maybe next time, I'll tell Supervisor Sam to fuck right off like he deserves.

"Guys, I am so fucking sorry. Douchebag sup made me late...again." I announced as I backed into the door, opening it, and heading straight to the table to pull the Crumbl cookies out of my bag and setting them next to the water cooler and Keurig machine. I always brought sweets. It kept the cravings away.

"No worries Leena, we've just been chatting with the new guy." I turned around to see Abel, my veteran, who was gesturing to someone I didn't know.

I went around the circle of chairs, counting off my regular faces, some newer than others.

Abel, Rodger, Syd, Seth, Ali, Jackson, Mark, and Jillian.

However, sitting between Abel and Jillian was a newcomer, who currently had his back turned, slumped forward in his chair. Brown hair, longer than the hat he wore, black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Black sneakers. Hood up. Guarded, uncomfortable. What little of his hands I could see kneading together, they were completely tattooed. Even at Abel's mention of him, he didn't turn to face me.

"Oh! Well good! Great job guys. We can go ahead and get started." I grabbed my clipboard off the table, and rounded the group and took my normal spot next to Syd. By the way her hair was pulled back and her face looked dry and sullen, I could tell we had some things to talk about today.

"Well, my new folks don't typically like to talk first on their first day, but just know, that you being here is only the beginning. And we are all here to welcome you to our group. Right, guys?" I directed my statement toward the stranger, who I now can see more clearly. His face is pale, with the exception of the dark circles rested comfortably above his cheekbones. If I were to take a guess, those had been there a while.

The rest of my group nodded, with several of them giving a quick 'That's right.' and 'Welcome in.'

"I'm Leena, the group coordinator. I can answer any questions you may have?" The stranger just peered at me with dark eyes and shook his head. "Okay, we can jump right in, then."

I could feel Syd next to me bursting to talk, so I looked to her.

"Syd, do you want to get us started today?" She only nodded, wiping some stray tears forming on her cheeks.

Syd was such a beautiful girl. Only 21 years old, it was amazing that she found the strength to come to us so young, and work on turning her life around. Her neon blue hair was knotted on top of her head, and she was picking feverishly at her sleeve of her sweater. I could feel what was coming. I always could.

"I...I fell off the wagon." I only nodded, knowing. She had missed three meetings, and unless someone forewarned me about vacations or work obligations, it almost always meant they were on a bender of some kind.

"Okay," As her tears began pouring, I reached over and ran a hand up her arm. There was a reason I sat Syd right next to me. She had been one of my newest, and biggest challenges. Overcoming the demons was an every day, every moment, every second battle that she was still very much fighting. "It's alright honey. We're all here to support you. No one is judging."

She went on to explain she had began with a mimosa at brunch with her friends, who didn't know she was in recovery. She didn't want them to know, so she tried to just sip. It didn't work. It never does. The one drink lead to a blackout weekend and three days in jail for public intoxication. She lost the job she had just gotten at the local DMV. Syd was going through it. She would need Seth, her sponsor, more than usual right now. He was on the other side of her, clutching her hand as she cried.

Once Syd had finished her confession, and emotionally put her 30-day coin back in the jar, we moved on to Seth.

One by one, through the circle, we heard everyone's stories of recent achievements and sorrows. Challenges and victories. Their ongoing battles. Once Jillian finished telling us about her recent trip to Vegas with her friends, where she managed not to have a single drink. We applauded her, because we all knew how much restraint that took.

I would steal occasional glances at our guest, whose eyes would also glance back at me once in a while, but mostly followed the speakers, never moving in his chair, stoic as cement. This isn't uncommon for people coming here for the first time. It's not easy to do, and it's wildly uncomfortable at first.

However, the circle was now all looking at him, and a look of almost panic flashed across his face.

"Is it on me?" His voice was deeper than I expected, with a clear rasp to it that told me all I needed to know about his history. He belonged here, and we were glad to have him.

I nodded. "How much you tell us is entirely up to you, but all I ask is you at least tell us your name, and why you're here."

He bit his bottom lip, eyes cast at me from across the room, looking up through long, dark eyelashes. "I have to say it out loud?"

"That's one of the first steps." I kept a soft smile on my face. Being warm, and understanding was my entire job here.

Abel's elbow nudged the stranger, who glanced at him, encouraging him. "No worries man, we've all been here."

A hard sigh left his throat, ending with a sharp cough.

"My name is Noah. And I'm an alcoholic."

****

Once the meeting had ended, I was stacking chairs back against the wall, prepping the room for the next meeting, NA. They had their own setup, and would be in here in about 30 minutes. Most everyone had left, with the exception of Abel, Syd, and Noah. Our newest AA member had been pretty tight-lipped about himself, only admitted to being 27 years old, and in the entertainment industry. He didn't elaborate further. That was just fine. If he kept coming, we would encourage him further, but AA was all about getting you through it at your pace. As long as you didn't drink, I was happy.

I was putting away the leftover cookies, planning to take the last couple with me to work tomorrow for a snack. I happened to catch a glimpse of someone leaving the restroom, and I noticed it was Noah. Everyone else had left only a couple minutes ago.

"Oh, hey!" I waved at him to come over. He paced his tall frame over to me, towering over me easily. He had at least a foot of height on me, which was hilarious, given I was a year older and 3 years sober myself.

"Hey, thanks for having me today. I didn't know if you could just come to these things." I slung my bag over my shoulder, smiling at him.

"C'mon, I wanted to chat with you before you left." We made our way out of the building as Angie, the NA organizer walked in past us, smiling at us both.

We reached the parking lot, my green Tahoe and the same black SUV being some of the only vehicles left. It dawned on me that he drove the SUV. Well, he may need a driving lesson, but he seemed nice enough.

I turned to face him before heading for my car. "Have you talked to anyone about being a sponsor? The only requirements I have is that they have been sober at least 6 months. Almost everyone in our group is, with the exception of Syd and Jackson." I could see him chewing his lip, his fingers fiddling with his keys.

"No, I...I didn't think about it." His eyes were looking everywhere but at me.

"Noah?" I asked, trying to get his attention. "Do you know what a sponsor is?"

This drew a short, burst of a chuckle out of him, his lips curling in a sheepish grin while he shook his head. I saw his frame relax for just a second, his arm reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

"I don't." I nodded, chuckling myself.

"No worries! I didn't when I started either." I waved him over to the bench perched just outside the building. He followed me and we sat. "A sponsor is someone to keep you straight. Someone who will keep your head on when you feel like you might fall off." He was listening, eyes fixed on me. "This is the person you call when you want a drink. They'll talk you down, distract you. Support you." He nodded, understanding crossing his features.

"Do they have to be a member of the group?"

"No, not necessarily, but they do need to be sober. A sponsor is no good if they are drinking and setting bad examples."

"Makes sense. I'll think on it." I stood up then, stretching up on my toes to flex my legs that had been sitting most the day. He stayed sat, now looking up at me.

"I do need you to have a sponsor by the next meeting on Thursday, though. Have to have one by your second session. And if you don't have one by then, we can get someone in the group to sponsor you, no problem."

He raised a brow at me, a smirk on his lips. "Didn't you say you only had one rule?" This threw me off. Smartass? It was innocent, I could tell, but a joker. Hadn't had one of those in a while.

I laughed it off. "Well, I only do for your first day. There are only a few rules to AA, but they're pretty much common sense."

He stood then, towering me once again. "Can you tell me anyway? I don't want to fuck this up." We then began walking back towards the cars. When I walked toward mine, he followed. It was dark already, so I didn't mind. This was LA, after all.

"Well, the first is obvious, no drinking." I popped my driver door open and flung my bag in toward the passenger's side. He nodded at me and leaned against the rear door of my truck.

"Second, no coming in drunk. As obvious as that may seem, you would not believe how many people I've kicked out of the meeting for showing up mid-bender." He raised his eyebrows. "As much as I'd like to keep and eye on them, it's not good for the other members."

"No, for sure." His tone was even.

"And lastly," I then looked straight at him, so he knew how serious I was. "don't ever lie to me." I could see him straighten just a little, feeling the seriousness of what I was saying. "If you fell off, admit it. I'm not judging. I did, so many times. But if you lie, you're out." I then took a step closer, if only to make my point, "Because I always find out."

He kicked off from my truck, his body less than six inches from mine. He looked down at me, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes ma'am." I felt a twinge up the back of my spine. It was a little warm all of a sudden, and my mouth was dry. I stepped back, and was able to regain my brain.

I smiled brightly at him and swung myself up into my truck. Before I slid my legs in, I looked at him, now almost at eye-level.

"Great! I'll see you Thursday, then!"

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #fanfic

[blackjack-15]

coach kay again....fascinating...

"you're not gonna get there alone" oh i'm sensing movement in that plot point!

sydcarmy resolution come on i need them working together again where's that scene of them under the table i've seen gifs of

i know that's prolly the finale even so. i crave it.

it's a fun cycle this season: sydcarmy working together -> dish doesn't turn out perfectly -> both isolate -> dishes continue to turn out poorly. they need process, time, and collaboration.

and to kiss

richie!!! is it a richie ep?

"f//k you cousin" oh he's mad.

is he staging? that's not The Bear, it's way fancy

"you're forks. change your shirt" heheheh

EVERY SECOND COUNTS -- yup this is somewhere carmy's been

richie thinks it's a punishment. that's not even a little carmy's style, so there's def something here's here to learn

"let me give you some purpose, then" I KNEW IT I EFFING KNEW IT

richie watching everyone around as he dries forks -- love seeing that he's always watching

"i can do respect" and he can! richie's never gonna be a peppy Cheerleader, but he's got both passion and the ability to respect others, and that'll help him at The Bear. carmy's building a ridiculously strong team, and he's doing it by showing them that they want to learn and grow and have purpose.

richie watching trains, coming full circle

oh richie. and he handled tiff's news amazingly. the train running over his "i love you" to give him a bit of privacy. beautifully done, heartbreaking. i think this is the only scene i've not hated his ex in, so well done there too.

"i see the pattern" THERE'S THAT SCHOOLING IN DATA MANAGEMENT. DEVRY IS SERIOUS ABOUT SUCCESS

more seriously, this is what richie is gonna be good at once he sees the purpose in being good at it. he notices everything, asks the right questions, and is good at seeing patterns. i'm thrilled beyond all reason with this

this whole montage with richie and the pizza and the quizzes and love story is the most joyful thing i've seen on tv in a long long time. watching richie have life and purpose again is just. it's BEAUTIFUL i'm so happy

the faceless statue! representing possibility

fire suppression again....is it b/c mikey wanted to burn the place down? his Specter is looming again?

"i know you sent me there to get rid of me" oh richie. no baby. that's why he's so mad. and carmy is so, so confused, this poor kid. whenever he tries to do something for someone it always follows the same pattern of people misunderstanding XD

season 1:

carmy: tells syd he knows she's impatient even though she's skilled, so he needs her to slow down for him

syd: oh so that's why my business failed???

carmy: ????

season 2:

carmy: sends richie to stage at an incredible restaurant to build his skills and give him confidence

richie: oh so you want to get rid of me???

carmy: ????

this boy i love him

also fak you are going to Die

#the bear #liveblogging #2X07 #i LOVE this episode #such a nice rest after 2X06 #and a great bit of important character work after having to see claire so much in 2X05

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Unannounced

(Story Post)

“Dr Ix!” Köbi said, swinging the front door open. “You actually came by!” “Yes, well, I… I don't mean to intrude…” Ix stood outside in a casual olive polo and shorts, their hair a bit ruffled. They regarded Köbi with a bit of surprise. “I am however glad to see you in good spirits. I heard from Gardi you needed some time off.” “Yeah, I, uh…” Köbi rubbed the back of his head. “I needed a mental health break… Honestly, I feel really bad disappearing so suddenly.” “No, no. If you need a break, by all means!” Ix was nervously gripping a small bouquet of pink flowers. “Sydryn is here, yes? I believe they answered the bell.” “Yes, yes!” Köbi nodded quickly. “They're just freshening up. Come inside and sit down.” “I know what this looks like,” Ix said, stepping inside, motioning to the flowers. “This is just a small ‘Get well’ gift, and my research says it's only appropriate to bring a gift when a guest in someone else's home on Earth.” “I understand. Syd will love them,” Köbi assured them.

As soon as Köbi had Ix situated in the living room, foot steps came down the stairs. They both turned expecting Sydryn to appear, but instead the red dragon was spotted slithering down to access the kitchen illicitly. After, raiding the fridge for a ham hock, they turned to see the pair in the living room and blanched, their appearance suddenly very human. “Hello,” Ix said politely. “Köbi!” Seranan exclaimed. “Who—What is this?!” “This is Dr Ix. You don't have to hide, they are well aware of dragons,” Köbi explained. Seranan pointed down. “Come here immediately!” Köbi stood up and casually walked over to meet Seranan in the front hall. Seranan grabbed him and took him a few steps up the stairs, out of sight of the living room. “What is it doing in this house?” “Dr Ix prefers they/them pronouns,” Köbi said. “And they are Syd's guest.” Seranan flared their nostrils. “They are not of this world.” “If you are saying Ix is a Yulinian, that is correct,” Köbi said. “I don't know why that matters.” “What do they want? Why are they here?” Seranan asked. “They came to talk to Syd,” Köbi said. “About what?” Seranan asked. “Why are you asking me?” Köbi asked. “Have you considered introducing yourself?” “I have not!” “I think you should. Especially since they can still hear us.” Seranan bristled at this, but stepped down the steps and slithered back over to the living room entrance. They looked down to Ix with a glare. “I am Seranan. What is your business with my sibling?” Ix smiled and stood up. “Ah, so you're siblings! The resemblance is uncanny. I work with Dr Aias and I just came to check in and see how they have been doing on their break. I hope that they are feeling better soon.” Seranan’s gaze fixed on the bouquet and they wrinkled their nose. “A pink bouquet suggests admiration but may also imply romantic intentions.” Ix stiffened. “Really? That is quite the fun fact. I wasn't aware of flower colour theory… To be honest, I just picked a colour I believe Sydryn would like.” Their eyes darted nervously around the incredibly pink room. “Indeed.” Seranan put a hand on their hip. “In my opinion, cut flowers are a rather poor gift. They die incredibly quickly. As dragons, such ephemeral things hold little value to us.” “Oh. Um…” Ix was crestfallen. “I suppose I really didn't put enough thought into it…” “Seranan, why don't you go upstairs and have your snack?” Köbi said, motioning to the container of glazed ham they still carried. “Syd will be down soon.” Seranan rolled their eyes and stomped upstairs and away. Köbi exhaled and went to sit with Ix. “Perhaps I should have brought something else,” Ix said, turning the bouquet in their hands. “I’ve gifted Dr Aias a few of my eggs before, but they aren't available yet. I thought maybe jewellery, but then that felt like too much, and I wouldn't know what style they'd like…” “Don't listen to Seranan,” Köbi assured. “The flowers are perfect. Syd will love them.” “But maybe a rosé would have been more appropriate? No, they're pregnant! What am I saying?” Köbi just chuckled and waited with them. After just a few minutes, Sydryn finally made their way downstairs. They had changed into a long summer dress and done their hair in a halo braid. “Dr Ix, I appreciate your visit,” Sydryn spoke first, still standing. “I apologise for leaving the practice so suddenly. I am doing well, however I don't know that I am ready to return.” Ix just sat there, mouth slightly agape. Sydryn looked at them quizzically. “Are those for me?” they asked, motioning to the flowers. Köbi elbowed Ix. The Yulinian blinked and then stood up quickly, proffering the bouquet. “Oh, yes! These are...pink for...you...like pink.” Sydryn received the bouquet and smiled. “These are very lovely. I especially love hyacinths.” “I love them too! I mean, I like them...” Ix rubbed their neck. “Pink isn't really my colour... I mean, it is a lovely colour. I know you like pink! A great choice! Hence pink flowers!” “Yes. You clarified already... Ix.” Sydryn looked at them curiously. “Are you well? You seem addled.” “I...” The words suddenly fell from Ix's mouth. “I am in love with you.” Silence fell in the room. Sydryn stared at Ix. Ix froze entirely. Köbi watched them with such attention, he felt like he was watching a pivotal scene from a telenovela. Sydryn was first to move, but it was to step back. Then the bouquet fell from their hands as they turned and hurried back up the stairs. Ix’s heart sank. “Fuck.” Köbi was alarmed and looked at Ix. “No, it's alright.” Ix shook their head and placed their face in their hands. “Shit, fuck, I'm so stupid!” “No, no. It's alright!” Köbi rubbed their back. “No need for the language...” “I wasn’t planning to say any of that but I haven't seen them in a while, and I nearly forgot how absolutely...breath-taking they are! I've never been so overwhelmed.” “You got a little flustered. It's okay.” Köbi stood up only to then crouch in front of Ix and take their hands. “Listen. It's alright. You're not stupid. You had only good intentions.” “They ran away, Köbi.” Ix shook their head. “I need to leave.” “No, please stay.” Köbi patted Ix's hand. “Please. Syd needs a friend right now.” “I can't do this. I'm sorry, I can't.” Ix got up, withdrawing their hand, and smoothed out their shirt. “Please let Dr Aias know I am very sorry for dropping by unannounced and...everything thereafter.” Köbi wanted to chase after them as they left but he knew he had no miracles for a broken heart. Instead, he went to the door and saw them off. “Thank you for coming by. I'm sorry if I...gave you false hope.” Ix turned to Köbi with a pained smile. “It’s alright. You're not at fault. And also the practice will be happy to have you back whenever you're ready. Both of you.” Köbi nodded. “Okay.” “Oh, and tell... Seranan, was it? Tell them it was lovely to meet them,” Ix said. Köbi shook his head. “Sorry, I don't really like to lie on others behalf.” Ix managed a chuckle. “No, no. Genuinely. I appreciate their knowledge of flowers. I have something new to research when I get home. That is a gift to me.” Köbi nodded. “Okay, I will tell them.” “Thank you, Köbi.” Ix turned to go. “I hope to see you soon.” Köbi waved. “See you soon!”

#lore #Ix #Köbi #Sydryn #Seranan #nbpreg #ovipreg

[ashersanity]

I know you're not a Sydney-focused blog, but a sudden thought came into my head for some reason and I like to stay on anon because of the weird shit I would say. Also, I like to thought-dump on your blog, cause it's mine now :) Pure!Sydney saying every fucking prayer they could remember when scared shitless. Says it so fast it's as if he's on a time limit. Would probably clutch the pendant so hard it leaves imprints on his palm. Don't know what scared him. Could have seen a demon. Maybe somebody shut the door too loud. Maybe PC screamed next to him and he screamed along. Maybe Whitney lmao, I'd cream too. - not so Degenerate anon What the fuck is happening to me, I haven't been horny for a week straight-

Nah, I know what you meant, degenerate anon.. Think you can be sly like that? We both know that you creamed screamed as you sent that ask. It’s fine, this is a safe space where I talk about pussy and cunt and occasionally about jacking off. Really think I care if you creamed screamed in my askbox?

Clean that shit up right now.

Can see that shit happening, poor little Syd, minding their own business as always. Maybe they’re deep in thought, eyes aimlessly gazing back at a certain spot left on the library wall, the one stain they can never quite manage to wipe off and it does irritate them a bit. You, you little shit, PC, devious smirk on your face, slowly tiptoeing your way up to them with the carpeted floor softening the sounds of your steps. Sydney’s back turned to you, ignorant of your approaching presence

Yeah, you expect perhaps the smallest of squeaks as a reaction from the initiate, it’ll be so cute. No, you’re suddenly grasping at their shoulders only for them to swiftly turn around, shoving their pendant in your face and shouting a bunch of gibberish that you can only faintly recognize as being written in the Bible.

“Hey Syd—“

“INTHENAMEOFJESUSCHRISTOURGODANDLORDSTRENGHTENEDBYTHEINCERSSIONOFTHEIMMACULATEVIRGINMARYMOTHEROFGODOFBLESSEDMICHEALANDARCHANGELOFTHEBLESSEDOFAPOSTLESPETERANDPAULANDALLTHESAINTSANDPOWERFULINTHEHOLYSPIRITSICOMMANDYOUBEGONEDEMOONNNNNN!!!!”

PC : screams

Sydney : still screaming

both of them now collectively screaming in the normally peaceful and silent library

bonus : Whitney intentionally trying to give Sydney a scare only to be met with an elbow to their face since they have quick reflexes and fast reaction time

I GOT YOUR ‘DO YOU THINK WHITNEY HAS A SPANKABLE BUTT’ ASK, DEGENERATE ANON BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT. SHIT, IM SORRY. YES, I DO THINK THEY HAVE A FUCKABLE ASS MEANT TO BE STUFFED WITH CUM.

#hey sydney— #INTHEHOLYMOTHEROFGODICOMMANDYOU #this was such a fun ask to answer #degenerate anon my beloved #you always send the best shit #dol #degrees of lewdity #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #whitney the bully #degenerate anon #asher gets asks

[imliterallyjustablackgirl]

Claire '' of course I know the name'' 2/2

Nostalgia is good, but it isn't meant to stay, so that's why she left. They both felt let down by emotions that wouldn't have lasted because they never knew each other, despite the forced sense of familiarity that seems to be forced upon us. Think about it, she has been presented as a form of distraction. Ex: when people have like a life outside of work it's celebrated, but it's a poor attempt at normacy from a guy who isn't yet ready to be normal (doesn't exist but ok) ? A lot seems to forget that Carmen growing up WAS a neurospiceyyy, stuttering and quite alone guy. Everything Carmen does, screams, I want to know what if feels like, but our guy doesn't know H O W . Truthfully he was always showed what he should seek, told when to apologize from Donna who to like from Mikey, so him liking Claire right now when he has vowed to change the chemisty of the restaurant with his busniness partner slash girl who is also friend aka Syd, a lap that if it fail its on him, hell yeah my boy's gonna run towards the past. Even, with Claire his supposed girl who is a friend, didn't have quite the patience to understand that? So truly how much layers do you except your lover to have? One? like his crush for you was enough and you went'' ily,kissy face'' like, you know what, let's move on. The reality of it, it feels like his way of honoring what Mikey would have liked for him not what he wants.I saw someone say somewhere (Tiktok?) that from a viewing point we might not like Claire because of how fast paced the Bear is and chaotic and everything that is normal seems boring or flat, she is meant to show us the outside world of the Bear, outside of cooking. I could see some of that with the aspect that she is a ER doctor, which in the real world would be fast but in the Bear universe, she seems..cozy? Out there running errands, letting people biiiiiiiiiiiiippp, while she twirls her hair on the phone in the hall (jk), if you asked me, it's just feels a bore to have so many interesting characters and then, Claire? I love Carmen, but instead of viewing her as this breath of fresh air she is always shown us as another thing that piles up on Carm anxiety ( i.e: The break down in freezer and the panick attack.) You know when people talk about love right, because she said she loved him, and we see how uncomfy he gets, he gave her a fake number for crying out loud., most people would love for you to balance it out, right be happy about your relationship but because of how much been with her has monopolized his attention, as a partner I would h a t e to know I'm the reason I think when saw @bbythurs say if your partner was in an opening of a really important event for them wouldn't stand down? Like, even when Carm came to their table, it was quick, swiftly and thoughtful. Like a partner would have understood if he couldn't because of how busy it got, I even remember her looking a little bit around, so the girl got a grasp on how busy the resto is, u'kna, 'the 'opening' of their restaurant. Mostly, if like our common friend, Fak literally said it's not a good moment, when @bbythurs said it was pushy , I recall even a word about how it reflect his family dynamic, the lack of boundaries and what not. It feels like we are supposed to like her. You know, she gives a really good ''everyone'' liked her at school- popular-ish, but also, that type of people often stay the same in a weird way?Remember when I said everything changes but stay the same? It makes me wonder if things we are meant to see endearing about her are the same things that show us that Carmen might not know boundaries when it concern relationship because his family didn't show him how , so someone who would lack some wouldn't raise alarm to him, because he wouldn't be able to hear it (get it, like in that one episode) and now he is left in the cold, literally. I'm going to leave you all to Carmen opening up to his friend who is a girl, Sydney, done not in a mental breakdown but an attempt to not make his wife understand him

#carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #claire bear

[redbudweiser]

Swan song & Honeydew

|| Carmen and Lip didn't know each other, but soon they bond through matching wounds. ||

Warnings: Doomed relationship grief, mourning, broken and sad shit in general, go read on my ao3.

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Chapter 1.

It was a cold day in Chicago. It had been a week since Carmen hadn't even touched on the subject of his breakup.

Obviously.

Syd and Richie were a little worried and mostly tired. It's not like Carmen knew how to deal in the best way with things that weren't under his control. He was more stressed, but somehow he always came back from this dark place in his head and went back to the great feat that is his great restaurant. And with ''somehow he always came back'', a big culprit, like 95% of this blame or even more for sure is from Sydney, who could not share or lose the attention of his boss, again. Not now.

Richie never tired of throwing judgmental looks at the boss, and of being completely fed up when he tried to touch on the subject Claire, Carmen played deaf and mute.

He was doing a thousand things at the same time, and when he was alone, he thought. And he couldn't stop thinking, not even for a second. Thinking a lot is very useful in the kitchen, and Carmen's nature, but over time, after so many things, after the boss was forced to face himself, face everything he had no control over, he not only thought too much, he thought about everything, everyone, every hour the day and night without a break, it was torturous, and inevitable.

Meanwhile in the other part of Chicago,

Philip Gallagher. Sober, dealing with fights with his wife about whether or not it was time to have a child. They were fighting a lot and things were getting too dangerous. Tami wanted to leave that place, leave the south side, continue this part of her life somewhere where she could be freer, where they both had more opportunities. She wanted more. But Lip not. He was discovering things about himself, he had a community in that part of the city, finally after a long time of everyone telling him that he should get out of there, that he did not belong to that part of the city, and after all, he is rethinking again, if he really belongs to this city. Maybe he should really leave for good... But it was the first time after many years that he felt peace, that he was in a crescent where he only improved with himself.

The only thing that arrested him in that place was himself.

[X]

Carmy is smoking outside the restaurant, Richie arrives a few seconds after him.

– You look like a powder keg. You can't keep exploding with everyone because your ex doesn't talk to you, and because you're too much of a pussy to talk to her. - Richie leans against the wall to light his cigarette, while carmy take a drag of his.

– Richie, I swear to God–

– I'm not exaggerating and you know. Poor Sydney has to hold the ends alone in that kitchen while you're whining around. - Carmy couldn't afford to look exhausted, but he could afford to freak out all the time, at least around the chaos he worked the way he should, in his own opinion. So he just transparently being pissed off, while he listened to Richie speak without even looking him in the eye. And Richie, as much as he knew when Carm loved to self-sabotage and worry about him when his self-destructive mode was higher than usual, getting him pissed off on purpose was still fun. And in his head, it was much better to leave Carmy angry than to leave him alone drowning in his own sadness. - But you know, you are already old enough to make all your decisions... Even if they're stupid decisions. Or maybe I'm tripping, right cousin? - Richie gives a strong drag in the cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stepping on it to put it out. He goes back to the kitchen smiling knowing that he probably left Carmy even more stressed.

Carmy grumbles ''fucking asshole'' throwing the cigarette in his direction, even though Richie has already entered the kitchen.

The boss takes a deep breath a few times trying to calm down before entering the kitchen as well.

He swallows all his pride, and desire to freak out for the fourth time on the day on the side, and enters the kitchen.

[X]

- Listen, you're not giving me the opportunity to explain why I don't want to leave. - Lip and Tami are in the room discussing once again. Tami still hopes to convince Lip to leave that place.

– Yes, I gave Lip, I listened to everything you had to say. And I've already given you solutions, and if we're going to have a child, which also I don't if I want,I don't want him to grow up here. I want him to have more than we both had in life.

The evil of the two was short patience, especially Lip's, the two were stubborn and would insist on their personal ideas and would not give them up so easily, even if it was for each other.

They start talking at the same time, arguing, the two talking without listening to each other.

''Look, you don't understand, yes I understood, no no, this place, it's part of who I am, you're part of who I am that's why I want you to come with me, Tami for the love of God listen to me, Lip I've heard''

– Okay okay, Lip stop, stop. That's not working. We're fighting too much, and we're not listening to each other. - And it was true. She wanted it to work, and Lip needed them both to work. - Listen. What if, I go–

She was nervous about this possibility she thought about because she knew that Lip would not accept it very well.

– No. Don't do that, Tami. - He knows where this conversation is going, and he doesn't like it at all. His voice was tired and a little exasperated.

The sunlight coming through the window makes his blue eyes look colder more than they already are, he already feels that he is losing her. His heart was beating hard, and he felt warmth in his hands and nape. It was fear, anxiety and your patience going down the drain.

- Lip listening to me. - She continues, looking at him and knowing how he's already breaking inside. - I'm going to Milwaukee, I'm going to spend 1, maybe 2 months there. Let's not take a break, it's not a breakup. It's a test.

– And do you really believe that? Really? It's the first time in my life that I have a normal life in this fucking house. At my house. This thing about being away for two months won't happen. It really won't.

- So think of something better Lip. - She gets up, taking the keys and her bag.

– What's that? Where are you going?

– If I stay here, we'll fight even more. I'm going to a friend's house, and tomorrow is a new day where we will have more patience to have a conversation.

– C'mon that's not fucking serious.

– I'm sorry but it is. I have a damage control to do.- She approaches Lip, the sunlight is rested on their faces. - I'm not going to give up so easily from both of us. But this, is fucking killing me, Gallagher.

[X]

– She was here... Hm.

- Yeah. - Sugar and Carmy were talking, it was the first time she touched on the subject ''Donna''.

– And... Did you two talked? - Carmy felt his anxiety growing and anchored in his chest every time he said something new about his mother.

– Why?

– I don't know, you're pregnant and she's our mother, and she didn't knew. I-I don't know... Did you talked to her?

– I did. It was horrible.

– What a surprise. What did she say?

– It was... Well, weird. It wasn't what I expected. It doesn't matter, she wasn't here before and she won't come now just because of that.

– You saying that? I thought you still had hope in her.

- Me too. - They share a look of understanding, even though they want to talk more and know they wouldn't.

- Hey Jeff. We need your help. - Tina interrupts them for a second.

- Go. - Nat says looking at his brother. And he goes.

[X]

It was only one 13:00, Tami had left, and Lip was alone in that house that has never been as quiet as it is now.

The hours went by and Lip wondered if it would be that bad to leave Chicago. If he was being too sentimental. He had a thousand thoughts in his mind and needed some break.

Drinking was no longer an option. As much as the will and the impulses to do were still there.

No smoking either, he already smoked at least 4 or 5 cigarettes a day, it was bad enough.

He was looking for another passing obsession in which he hoped to stay longer than the others and help in his harm reduction. So far, the one that lasted the longest was the reading, he had several and several and several books scattered in his house, in the cabin, under the bed, where the shampoo and conditioner was near the bathtub, inside the cup cabinet.

He mirrored all his obsessions with the house, he had a little of his mind everywhere.

He had already read most of the books he owns, and there were some in which he hadn't even touched yet, but he needed more, so he decided to go out to buy more books.

In the Chicago public library, Lincoln Belmont branch, there were not many people, he was in the psychological terror session. An elderly man was staring at him and he noticed, but not the attention.

– From the hospital they keep him strictly isolated, confined and with as little human contact as possible. Those who have already tried to cure the patient, or even approach him ended up indulging in madness... or suicide... Wow. We are the same. - Lip reads the synopsis of the book to himself.

- I'm so sorry, Carm. - A old man says stopping in front of Lip.

– Ahm... Excuse me? - Before answering him, Lip stares at him for a few seconds blinking his eyes deciding if that old man was talking to him or someone else nearby. But there was no one but them in that corridor.

– Look, I know that Michael and I weren't exactly best friends, and I never came back to say... Nothing. But, I... I'm sorry.

Lip had a memory lapse where he saw Frank remembering memories that even he didn't remember properly. Maybe that man was like his father, maybe he's crazy, maybe he's in pain, and what kind of man would Philip Gallagher be if he didn't give a little comfort to this stranger who actually didn't seem to have gone crazy, or who was a drunk, or who had dementia, but only in mourning?

– I appreciate it. Really. - He said with a slightly worried tone, hoping that that stranger would be better than whatever he were suffering for.

The old man, who had a book in his hand, releases it in any shelf and nods his head, looking sad, and turns his back leaving the bookstore.

– But these tools have also transformed how we consume, and how we think about, our food. In Consider the Fork. Unexpected.

Lip leaves the book there and buys the first one he read the synopsis. Leaving there, he lights a cigarette and walks back home.

#carmy x lip #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher shameless #lip gallagher #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #the bear fx #the bear #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #grief #they are friends here okay? I'm just pulling the 'lip x carmy' to show they interact and that they are the main guys in my story

[juspeczyk]

btw since this is My HouseTM here's a list of blorbos from my brain. i've been burnt the fuck out on art this year but by god these ocs are still kicking and someday i'll make more art about them. pwease do send me asks or something about them cause i really would love to make stuff for them i just don't have the executive function to decide what rn

fantasy daydreaming child -> fantasy ttrpg adult pipeline. polycule of magical girl superheroes in college + their social circle. main cast is siobhan-therese (goth, english major), talia (jock, journalism and/or sports medicine), drew (alt girl, taking a gap year), and rowan (granola girl, probably majoring in environmental science or something that will save the earth). the main four are a magical girl group who have to balance saving the world with college and 20something social dramas. also features lilah (siobhan-therese and talia's ex who is a total mean girl but still secretly has feelings for them both), wyllow (an even alt-er alt girl who is drew's "apprentice" but nobody really knows what that means), syd (lichrally just sidney from scream, she got adopted by the group because they were like oh she is such a poor little meow meow) and talia's younger sister who i haven't decided on a name for yet.

superhero universe that started as a chemistry project when i was in high school where we had to like, anthropomorphize a certain element in order to learn about the periodic table, so of COURSE i made it gay and comics. includes the above magical girls and another group of supers in college, except these ones are more sciencey. main character is nicki walton (can change her flesh into a superdense metallic substance, kind of like how emma frost can become a diamond) and her co-supers valentina foster-nguyen (half alien, can shoot sparkle rays and stuff), basira baz/the all-seeing girl (psychic/teleporter), silver star (haven't decided on a name yet, he's basically ghost rider but a cowboy instead of a biker), and liz doe (ghost girl who is also a toxic slime girl, can become intangible like kitty pryde, started as a villain but turned good cause she fell in love with nicki). she has a whole rogues gallery but the main villain is adam huxley, nicki's old lab partner who tried to kill her but instead gave her superpowers.

juno and milos. started as a college project in my comics class and has never left. root of my dnd homebrew world. she's a hunter turned knight, he's a cursed prince, they're in love, she kills his dad, it's a whole thing. i am perpetually trying to write a graphic novel about it.

gary stu vamp boy. his name is matthew monroe and he used to be vegan 😔 he got briefly mildly famous for accidentally filming his own attack where he was "mauled by a rabid dog", then "mistakenly" pronounced dead and buried "alive", then managed to crawl out of his own grave. he now works as the night manager of the local video store and has a big fixer-upper house where all the local cryptids crash. his best friend is a butch werewolf.

edmund fredericks. he's definitely not an axe murderer! probably exists as a historical figure in matthew's universe.

colette coupe. caricature of evil french ladies. eviscerated her husband but he managed to slit her throat before fully dying and now they're both ghosts who thrive on drama. somehow they ended up in matthew's house (idk cursed item or something) and they all despise each other.

#piri oc #piri.txt #this does not include my rpg ocs or dc takes cause those are in different universes ofc. these guys are all mostly in the same universe :3c #juno and milos' world/my dnd homebrew world exists as a monthly comic in the vampire/superhero/etc. extended universe #i don't know if the superheroes and cryptids are in the same universe or if the superheroes exist as a comic there too 🤔

[sweetie-bri]

Bratty Sister [Giantess Growth Caption]

Every-so-often a sickness would spread among young girls. Its symptoms were wild size variance and increased libido until eventually the only thing on the poor infected girls mind was sex! My sister Sydney started developing symptoms and a quarantine order was placed on my mom & her.

Dad had to take care of mom at another location and that just left me, alone with my evergrowing sister. Syd couldn't leave the house and I was instructed to NEVER have sex with her, which seemed like a weird request.

Syd apparently really liked our new living arrangement. It was relatively tame for the 1st year.

"I always thought you'd make a great butler." Sydney placed her hand on my head. She was twice my height and then some. "Mmm, I could get used to you being my little slave." Sydney giggled. I winced, this was gonna be a LONG rest of my life.

Her libido got more noticeable every day. First she stopped wearing pants and underwear entirely. Then whenever we sat to watch TV she always sat on top of me and wiggled her giantess bare hips on my lap. Eventually I started waking up everyday to her 8 foot body pinning me to my bed with mad lust in her eye.

I never caved. Although for some reason she started looking hotter and hotter to me the more I was around her.

Syd emptied our fridge daily so it was difficult to find something to eat. I was getting scrawnier and scrawnier while my 'little' sister was now getting bigger, and curvier and hornier. More aggressive, too. Whenever she felt like it: She'd just slap my ass or kiss me. I started off struggling but it became harder and harder to fight back against her, partly because she was close to 10 feet tall and partly because...

She tasted so good.

By the 2nd year I was struggling to even stay above 150 pounds. Sydney got more and more dominant and I learned to be more and more submissive. I couldn't believe there was a time I used to be taller and stronger than her, now that she was close to 12 feet tall. Sydney would pin me to the fridge and kiss me for hours if I didn't obey her every command. I was helpless.

By the 3rd year in I'd resigned myself to my new life. I took to caring for my mistress very well. I obeyed her every command. Even sex.

It's what mistress deserves, Sydney's perfect body needs something to fuck or else it's just going to waste. She needs more than me, too. I called her girlfriends over for a slumber party. They've wondered where she went all these years. When I did, mistress rewarded me with sex, I loved her sex. I loved mistress, I was her good little slave.

#giantess #caption #bri #growth #sweetiebri #sweetie #giant woman #macro #macrophilia #giantwoman #giantess caption #giantess growth