#like this is not me simping for Carmy

[carmenberzattosgf]

Thinking about the scene in the Fishes ep when Tiff isn’t feeling good and wants a sprite but there isn’t any and Carmy just casually offers to make it?? Bless his mf soul.

Reader is really craving brownies or cookies or ice cream or something (prob bc of period/pregnancy/stress cravings). They’re rummaging through the fridge and pantry but can’t find any. Carmy walks in to see they’re looking for something and in true Italian fashion he puts his hand on their back, ushering them to bed saying “baby go lay down you don’t feel good, yeah? What’re ya looking for? I woulda got it for ya, c’mon.” Reader is like on the brink of tears “I wanted some ____ but we don’t have any” and Carmen’s like “go lay down sweetheart and I’ll make you some. We’ve got all the ingredients, just gimme like 20 minutes.” Then reader just starts bawling lmao.

-🧸

Oh gosh I think about this so often. Even my friend that doesn’t simp for Carmy but has watched the bear has brought up to me that he literally MADE sprite just bc tiff had a craving. Like if he’s doing that for his “cousin’s” wife can you imagine what he’d do for his partner????

Carmy does anything you ask while you’re pregnant. He just wants to serve you in every way possible. It’s his acts of service love language.

You’re in the kitchen desperately looking for something sweet. Anything sweet. Carmy walks in to see you balancing on your tip toes rummaging through the top of the pantry.

“Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing, baby?” His hand rests on your back to steady you. “You’re suppose to be resting, sweetheart. I would’ve gotten what you needed if you called me.”

“I just wanted something sweet—like chocolate or something. We don’t have anything, though.” You start to sniffle. The pregnancy hormones have not been kind to your emotions.

“Baby,” Carmy replies with a soft voice. His hands cup your face to wipe away the few tears that escaped from your eyes. “How ‘bout I make you some brownies? I’ve already got all the ingredients I need. I can get ‘em in the oven in twenty minutes. That sound good?”

“You’re always doing so much for me, Carm. I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that, okay? You’re never a burden. You’re carrying my kid in there,” he says, cupping your bump. “I’d do anything for you, and I’m more than happy to do whatever you need me to do.” His words only encourage the waterworks currently falling down your cheeks.

“Thank you, Bear. I love you so much,” you whisper in between sniffles.

“I love you more. Now, let’s get you to bed, yeah? I’ll come join you once I get the brownies in the oven.”

[fbfh]

Genuinely let out a SCREAM OF JOY WHEN I SAW YOU POSTED MORE MAGNUS!!!! AND SMUT TOO!!! I can’t believe it. If you ever could, pls write more 🙏🙏 thank you so much for everything

Magnus fucks you hard and dirty. He is such a shameless son of a bitch. he will just fuckin sweep you off your feet anytime anywhere any place. He is the KING of finding secluded little spots for quickies and hidden nooks and crannies to make out in without getting caught with a public indecency charge. and by public indecency charge I mean romantically running from the cops hand in hand BEFORE you catch a public indecency charge. Magnus is rough on the outside but TENDER as FUCK on the inside. okay I can't find the clip but there's a part in the hey arnold episode "married" where helga is simping and goes "If only he could see past my mean, blustery veneer, into my soft, mushy interior, wherein, I adore him."

and that's LITERALLY Magnus about you. he seems so intimidating and he treats you SO well. his hands are rough but he touches you so gently, his stubble scratches your skin but his lips obsess over every inch of you, his hair is usually kind of tangled but he lets out the sweetest grumbling moans when you tug and play with it. He sort of reminds me of Carmy Berzatto in that way, all rough and gruff and OVERFLOWING with loving passionate adoration for you.

and GOD don't get me started on Magnus's tongue. sometimes he just spends all your time together going down on you, using his mouth everywhere because he needs to taste you. The air always smells like spring around him, and he usually tastes like falafel and/or stale coffee. it's a weird combination but it tastes so fucking good on his tongue. he's obsessed with you and GENUINELY can't fucking get enough of you, and you love every fucking minute with him, like Freyja herself paired you up. (she did. she's your number one shipper.)

[d3add0vedonoteat]

Habit

Carmy Berzatto x You

No warnings, just a short fluffy blurb 💖

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I’m back from the deeeeeaaaaaaad! Back with another Carmy fic for you, my loyal simps. I hope you like it! Not proofread AT ALL lmaooo

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You were a creature of habit, for better or worse. You always slept on the same side of the bed. You always used the same mug for your coffee which you had the same way every morning. You wore the same coat. You smoked the same cigarettes. You drank the same liquor. You walked to work the same way. You ate lunch at the same restaurant. It wasn’t that you disliked change, you just had a hard time breaking habits.

It was habit that had you pushing open the door of The Beef at lunchtime. It was a small, grimy slop shop but you had been coming here for lunch since you started working at the bar around the corner. Mikey, the owner, had always treated you fondly and firmly planted the place in your heart. You could expect your order being wrapped up as you walked through the door, a warm smile and “hi sweetheart” greeting you like clockwork every time. But when Mikey died, that all changed. Over the last few years, you’d grown quite close to him. You were a regular at The Beef and he was in turn a regular at the bar you staffed. Many nights trailed into the morning refilling his glass and listening to him talk about his family, his younger brother, the restaurant, his troubles. There was always something that he seemed on the brink of saying but could never quite get out. You hadn’t pushed him but after hearing the news, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for not spotting it. You often found yourself losing focus at work, staring at the stool he used to be and wondering if you could have done more. Mikey’s death had left a huge hole in your heart, but The Beef was still there.

“-because you don’t understand this fucking place!” Richie’s loud voice greeted you as the bell chimed above the door. “You may be all fancy and fucking hoity-toity with your fucking bullshit caviar shit but this is real food and you can’t fuck with the fucking system! People don’t come here for this shit, they just want the regular sandwiches and the fucking spaghetti!” He stormed out to the front as he yelled, not missing a beat in greeting you. “Hi, sweetheart, where ya been? How are you?”

“Hi Richie. You okay?” You said in return.

“Yeah not good, not good. Sorry I don’t have your sandwich ready,” he pointedly yelled towards the kitchen adding, “someone is being a fucking dick and changing everything!”

The kitchen door burst open. “Why the fuck are you still screaming at me?!”

“Because you’re fucking up the whole system!” Richie turned to you. “Did you like the spaghetti? You liked it right?”

You stuttered, not prepared to be dragged into their argument. “Um, yeah it was good? But I mean… it’s a sandwich shop right? It didn’t make a lot of sense to have spaghetti.”

“Thank you!” The shorter man pointed at you.

“Wow,” Richie shook his head, exasperated. “So much for loyalty. Here cousin, why don’t you take her order since you know everything about everything and nothing can stay the same! You can make her some fucking fish gut foam shit or whatever you do in New York.”

With that Richie stormed off, but he shot you a little wave with a playful grin on his face as he left.

“I uh… I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, Richie’s just… passionate, right?” You laugh. Now that he’s standing in front of you, you get a better look at him.

He leaned on the counter, the muscles in his arms flexing and straining at his white t shirt. Your eyes roam over the patchwork of tattoos shamelessly. His jaw is sharp and defined, well carved brow and deep blue eyes that make the breath catch in your throat. “You um,” you blush, catching yourself staring. “You must be Carmen. Mikey’s brother?”

He nodded, surprise evident on his face. “I knew your brother, I mean… not super well but not like… not at all. I-” you cleared your throat, feeling increasingly awkward under his steady gaze. “I come here a lot and I work around the corner so Mikey came there a lot. I heard about you.”

Carmy’s chest felt tight and heavy. The notion of Mikey talking about him made him uneasy, especially to you. There was something about you… fuck, he was staring.

“I’m sorry,” you said, sighing. “I’m a babbler when I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Carmy rushed to reassure you. “I’m a… fucking asshole.” He chuckled halfheartedly.

“Warning noted.” You smiled. It was bright and made Carmen’s chest squeeze tighter. “I do the number 4, toasted, extra peppers please.”

“Yeah,” Carmy nodded, wanting to stare at you a little longer while he grappled with the rising urge to impress you. “You uh- you got it.”

He turned but stopped. “Unless, uh- you want to try something new?”

Your routine at The Beef was never the same. You never got the number 4 toasted with extra peppers again. You never got the same “hi sweetheart” again. Now, it was a different dish everyday and a breathless “hey” amid chaos. You never knew what Carmy would come up with but you knew it would be the best thing you’d ever eaten. You sat in the restaurant, savoring the food instead of eating it while you walked down the sidewalk; your eyes constantly flicking to Carmy while he navigated tasks around the place. He moved with precision despite his frantic nature. He was captivating, honestly. You stole glances here and there, bashful at how his brash nature made the butterflies in your stomach take flight. But every time your head ducked down to avoid being caught, Carmy stole his own glances at you. His heart picked up when you came in, but it was different than the pounding of anxiety when he was on the line. It was exciting in a hopeful way. He wanted to see you more. Slowly, lunches turned into dinners; dinners turned into dinners together.

It happened one late night. It was so late, it was practically dawn. You were walking home from the bar, exhausted and uniquely depressed. It was something small. A patron ordered an innocuous drink that happened to be the same thing Mikey had always gotten. Something in the air made it sink into your heart. As you trudged home in the dark, you noticed lights still on at The Beef. You pushed the door open, the bell chiming overhead.

“Carmy?” You called out, practically tiptoeing to the kitchen. You found him by the lockers, head in his hands.

He looked up when you entered, surprised. “Hey,” you said, softly. “Are you okay?”

Emotion gleamed in his eyes. His face was red, his hair even more messy than usual. “I just-” he cleared his throat. “I don’t know.” Carmy’s voice was weak, he fidgeted with his hands. You recognized it.

With a gentle sign, you sat down beside him. “I know.”

You didn’t look at him, instead you looked up at the florescent light above. The smell of the restaurant was nostalgic, comforting in a mournful way. It made you think of your friend. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “You know, there was this one time where Mikey got into a betting contest at the bar. This guy was not from around here. I mean, he had this fancy watch on, suit and everything. He looked like he just stepped out of a fucking airplane commercial. So Mikey goes up to him and first thing out of his mouth is: “you’re dressed like a fucking prick”.”

Carmy snorted. “That sounds like him.”

“Yeah, he played it real close to the chest.” You teased. “Anyways, this guy tells Mikey, “you look like a bum.” So they’re going back and worth and this guy says that he bets he makes Mikey’s rent in 5 minutes. Mikey being Mikey bets a month’s rent on a game of pool.”

“Mikey sucked at pool.”

“Yeah he fucking did.” You laughed. “You know what he does? He starts buying drinks. Shots. And I mean, he knew how to play this guy because every time he didn’t want one, Mikey would make it seem like he was just too much of a pussy.”

Carmy had sat up. You were facing each other, absorbed in the story. He looked lighter.

“It doesn’t take long before this guy is hammered. I mean, he’s practically falling over. So every time he’s chalking his cue or some shit, Mikey just slips a ball in the pocket!”

“No shit,” Carmy laughed.

You shrugged, smiling. “He was smooth, I’ll give him that… Dumbass.”

Silence settled between you. The funny memory melding with grief in a swirl of melancholy.

“So how long were you two uh…” Carmy trailed off. It took you a moment before you realized what he was asking.

“Oh god!” Embarrassment washed over you. “No, nothing like that!”

“I didn’t mean anything bad like-” Carmy rushed to apologize at the sight of your burning cheeks. “It’s just, I mean, it seems like you knew him so well I just figured-”

“No, we never- I mean- it wasn’t like that! We were just really good friends, I mean not that good just like industry friends, you know? Mikey was great but he wasn't my type like you are.”

Carmy couldn’t help the smirk. He watched the realization dawn on your face. Redness burned across your face, your eyes were wide in an adorably frantic way. Something in his heart tugged and he suddenly felt like a dumb kid in high school. He was your type? The affection for you began to twist and morph into vicious criticism of himself. You must have just misspoken. He wasn’t your type. He was just a sack of shit. A failure. A worthless waste of space that would never amount to anything couldn’t even keep it together for one goddamn dinner service-

“You okay?”

Your hand was on his. Gentle, warm, soft. His spiraling thoughts fell away, like the TV was out on mute. All he could think of was your hand on his.

“Y-yeah… I’m good.” He smiled at you. It was so genuine, it made you smile too. “You, uh- you hungry?”

[smokietaylor]

"I like you so much"

I can't with this whole scene. It is too cute and makes me simp for Carmy so bad

[teapartyprincess4two]

you reblog pedro pascal a lot but you don't talk about him enough

🚨I’VE BEEN CAUGHT SIMPING 🚨

The way I reblog shit and forget it’s visible to the public lmaooo, but if you want me to talk about him I can talk for days bby😋😋😋

The reason I redownloaded tumblr in the first place (over a year ago after not having it for like 6months LOL) was cause I needed JOEL MILLER (TLOU) fanfics. Cause before that I was reading JAVIER PEÑA (NARCOS) and other Pedro characters, but I felt like I’d read everything already so I deleted tumblr.

I just love how silly goofy he can be and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that he represents the Latinos. He’s such a proud Chilean and that gets me 🤤🤰🏻 (PLS). ALSO he lived in San Antonio, TX for a bit so he knows soooo many references and things that I (as a Texas girly 🤠) use daily. Idk I just love this man. I want his children badly

You didn’t ask for this but here’s my CURRENT simp list, be warned it varies A LOT:

- Matt, Chris & Nick Sturniolo (duh)

- Calum Hood

- Pedro Pascal (Javier Peña & Joel Miller)

- Jeremy Allen White (Carmy Berzatto & Lip Gallagher)

- That Mexican OT (a Mexican rapper from Texas)

- Peso Pluma

- Johnnie Guilbert

- Jake Webber

- Takeoff (from the Migos, I love him)

I love all kinds of men 🫶🏻 I’m sure if you look up what they look like you’ll see they all look DIFFERENT and they all do very different things. The list could go on with fictional characters but I’ll leave you with that 💋💋

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[automaticllamacycle]

i nanny! (one child. dont think i could mentally work at a daycare) so when the little turd goes down for nap i get 3 hours of peace. free from the terrible twos! im always trying to find new shows to watch

Oh that makes so much more sense! Let me know how you like the show! Hopefully you’ll end up simping for carmy like me ♥️

[kaelatargaryen]

The summary had me like THAT 😍🤭

And it was so gooooooooood!!!! I love simp carmy so much and this was delish 👏🏼

death row meal | carmy berzatto x reader

summary: its like that one scene in ratatouille where remy eats the cheese and strawberries and fireworks go off but instead of a rat, its Carmy eating pussy

warnings: oral, fingerfucking, finger sucking, kitchen sex, drunken kissing, workplace relationship

word count: 1,055

Sweat. Lavender. Butter. Salt. Strawberries. Citrus. Booze.

This dizzying aroma of tastes plagued him. She smelt like everything good in this world but dipped in distress.

He could taste the cheap liquor on her lips, acidic, bitter. It didn’t stop him from kissing her though. His tongued reached for every single note it could find, as if she was his last meal on death row. Carmy wasn’t used to this feeling, probably explains how desperate he left.

His dying wish was to taste every part of her, he wanted write down the recipe in his mind and savour it forever.

His hands clumsily felt up the tight fabric on her chest and grasped at whatever he could find. He cupped her tits against his calloused hand, sliding them underneath her cushiony bra. His cold fingers met with her nipples, perky and sensitive from the cold and the arousal. She let out a sharp exhale as his cold hands met her warm body. He let himself melt into her.

His other hand was gripping her thigh, thumb against the waistband of her pants, eager to dip underneath. Her worn apron and work shirt were already thrown somewhere on the floor. They were the first to go in this lustful disorder.

It started first with staying back late to clean up the mess left in the kitchen after the dinner shift. Carmy always stayed the latest, pedantic with his methods in keeping everything in order. He didn’t expect Y/N to stay behind with him. The others left early, surely having better things to do on a Friday night.

The cleared up the chaos in silence at first but slowly started talking when Y/N suggested chugging the vodka Carmy intended for some flambé dish. He always advised against being drunk in the kitchen but he couldn’t find himself denying her.

The two pulled away to breath, faces red and hair matted from sweat. She looked at him carefully, wordlessly moving his hand down to her waist and letting him undo her slacks. Y/N kicked them off as Carmy wrapped his strong arms around her, placing her agains the cold metal counter. In sync, their lips met again and Carmy gracelessly shoved her panties aside and pushed his fingers into her.

She winced at the sudden sensation but this was quickly replaced with a cry of pleasure as his fingers toyed with her insides.

“So fucking wet …” he let out, between breaths.

“For you”, Y/N added, her eyes lidded and her words barely coherent between her whimpers. Carmy felt an aching in his stomach at hearing that. A sense of pride mixed with intense lust, a straight shot to his dick.

“Don’t s-stop Carm..” she cried out and groaned when he did just that. She stared at him intensely, biting down on her lip. Carmy brought his fingers, which were now coated in her, up to his lips. She moved her hand to hold his and led his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and relished in the taste.

A flavour he could not decide on, something entirely unique. He had no basis on what to think of it as. All he knew what that he could taste her endlessly.

He opened his eyes slowly and met hers. She raised her hands, placed them on his head and pushed it downwards. He followed her every move, wanting to fulfil her every desire. He met face to face with her pussy, dripping from the stimulation. The counter underneath her was drenched in sticky pools of sweat and such.

Carmy looked up at her with his eye wides, practically begging for guidance. As if she had heard his thoughts, she said, “say it, tell me what you want.”

He hesitated for a moment, trying his hardest not to sound incredibly pathetic but nothing could really stop that from happening. After all, he was already on his knees for her, worshipping her like a goddess.

“I .. I want to taste you”

She gave him a stern look, clearly wanting more.

“Please, I need it .. please”.

“Good boy,” she replied, a smile crossing her face. She ran her fingers through his long hair, gripping it. Carmy whined desperately and pushed his face against her. His face now cushioned between her thighs, he let his mouth explore her in depth, basking in her taste. His ardour was only fuelled by her sonorous moans and the tight grip on his hair.

Carmy’s eyes moved upwards and just gazed idly into her, baby blues piercing into her soul. She looked back, eyes glazed over and breathing heavily. Sweat rolled down her body, bouncing against her tits; it glistened angelically in the bright kitchen light. An unspoken moment passed and she pressed his face deeper into him, throwing her head back as the tip of the nose pressed against her clit. He used this opportunity to devour her.

“Fuck.. Carmy.. I’m gonna…” her voice trailed off as Carmy slipped his fingers inside her, fucking and sucking simultaneously. The soft breathy moans turned into almost-screams by this point and Carmy felt her grip on him tighten.

He sped up, enjoying the noises which sounded like better than music ever conceived. “Cum for me baby,” Carmy mumbled against her pussy, still working his fingers inside her.

“Yea… right there… Carm.. Carm— Car— fuck—” her thighs shook as she came, legs crossing around his neck.

Carmy let himself bask in the sweet taste of her, tongue dipping into every crevice and licking away at the saccharine nectar. He might’ve just found his new favourite food. If he could taste her endlessly, he would. His fingers slowed down as she came to her release and finally he pulled out.

Face drenched in sweat and sweetness, Carmy stood up slowly. Y/N panted deeply sat up, closing her legs and pulled Carmy towards her. Their lips met and Carmy’s insides melted as the delicious taste of pussy lingered. His arms wrapped around her soft body, the toned muscles holding her for dear life it seemed.

He was sure the whole kitchen was imbued with the scent of her sex, thankfully they were still in the process of building. Carmy wasn’t ready for a health hazard.

“Carm,” Y/N spoke in a soft voice.

“Hmm?”

“Fuck me”

[guiltyonsundays]

Just finished a rewatch of The Bear and while I love seeing white men apologise as much as anyone, I have to wonder why Carmy is the only person in the show who is ever expected to apologise for his actions? Marcus’ continuing to fuck around with donut recipes when the restaurant was in the middle of a crisis was completely unprofessional and Carmy, as his boss, had a right to be furious at him. Sydney fucked up seriously by leaving the pre-order option on when they introduced the tablet system on her suggestion, which produced a flood of orders and created the episode 7 shitshow. What’s more, she subjected Richie to an unbelievably personal tirade of abuse before LITERALLY STABBING HIM (accidentally yes, but still warranting an apology). Regardless of the fact that Richie is an asshole and probably deserved it, Sydney is the sous chef and basically the manager of the restaurant, and it is literally never okay to talk to a coworker or employee the way she did. But neither Marcus nor Sydney ever apologise to any of the team for their extremely unprofessional behaviour, or for walking out in the middle of a crisis and abandoning everyone. Instead Carmy apologises to both of them for yelling (out of line, but understandable given the situation), and they are both welcomed back without so much as a rebuke. It’s just a weird double standard and I’m surprised by how many people seem to agree with it on here.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carmy being so I love with his gf he’d do anything. She wants to do tik tok trends and he’ll do it, she wants him to cook her food from movies he’ll do it etc

I just know when carmy falls in love, he falls in love hard. He will do anything for you.

The TikTok trend has me thinking so many thoughts. I just know this man barely knows what a tiktok is. So when you ask him to film a cute little trend with you, he has no idea the reach it can ( AND DOES) have.

I mean. He’s a hot chef- any tiktok of him is bound to blow up. I think if this was while the restaurant was still the beef- people would come in trying to get a peek at him irl after he blows up on tiktok.

He’s SO confused about it and that’s the night you have to tell him that oh… he only got like three million views on that little tiktok you filmed together.

Omg imaging him reading the comments of everyone simping for him. The boy would be blushing so hard. He’s never had that much attention in his life and he does not know what to do.

AH and the food he would make you! Literally the first thing that comes to my mind is the ratatouille from ratatouille-

“Hey Carmen? Do you think you could make me ratatouille sometime, but can it look like the one in ratatouille?”

“You know it’s just tomatoes, eggplant, and zucchini right, baby?”

“I just looks so good in the movie I really want to try it.”

“Alright, I can make it. Anything for you, my love.”

[carmenberzattosgf]

Heyyy ! 🍅🍓💌❤️‍🔥🌹🥀 from me !!-💙

Hi friend!!

🍅 least favorite food I am very picky so like. Most food items. Like I’ve never had ketchup I am that picky

🍓 favorite food Atm, my mom’s chili. It slaps so hard

💌 why did you start this blog? I was convinced by my dear friends @wiintring @grocerystorelist and @hrryshoney convinced me after talking about Carmy and the bear a bunch on my main. Could not be more thankful for them!!

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often Oh right now it’s Carmy for sure. Also low key rafe from outerbanks 🚶‍♀️

🌹 favorite kinks to write for Dom/sub dynamics! And like stuff in that realm like overstim, subspace, bondage, etc. I am a whore as you can probably tell (dumbification and size kinks are my guilty pleasures)

🥀 kinks you would never write for No piss or scat or anything along those lines. I don’t think I could write cnc. I wouldn’t write anal either.

[drabbles-mc]

I'm so excited for this. The upside of falling behind on my reading is that I get to read two richie fics in one day. Honestly, what a time to be me 😌

"Overall, he was out of it, for someone who was so attentive to detail he was missing every cry for help you were letting out." The way that I'm already so prepared to throttle Carmy. God. I will toss him around like a ragdoll.

"You don’t even remember the lie you told him, but you remember he believed it with no questions. That might’ve hurt the most. Not because you wanted him to care or because you needed him to handle it for you but because you saw how disconnected from it all he was." Nooooooo oh fuck me this hurts my heart so much for her. I'm not cut out for this. I just wanna hug her 😭😭

"“One shitty cappuccino, 4 extra shots!” Richie yelled out, still not taking his eyes off you." There he is!!! My boy!!!! God I feel like the biggest fuckin' simp like why is this making me twirl my hair and shit jesus christ 😂😂

I love how ready and willing Mikey and Richie are to welcome her home. Despite the sad circumstances my heart is so warm over this 🥰

“No Richie, she means intercourse.” Mikey teased as he hopped up on the counter. / “Sexual relations.” You added another equivalent of the word. / “Mating!” Mikey pointed at you with the pen he normally kept behind his ear, hype that he had thought of another one. Literally fighting the urge to copy/paste half of your fucking fic into the comment section right now lmao. But god I can hear this so fucking well. The way the banter is just flowingggg it's like I'm right there.

“Here.” Richie slide the foiled wrapped sandwich in front of you. “I had Ibra put french fries on the sandwich cause I know that’s how you like to eat that shit.” I LOVE HIM!!!!! God there is something about him that just has him rooted in my fucking brain I love him so much

NOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD I FORGOT HER EX WAS GONNA COME BACK!!!! I was so wrapped up in the fucking love with her and Mikey and Richie. God. The angst of it all.

“You’re either gonna get the fuck out or I’m gonna shoot you in your nuts.” He turned his head and his gun when he said that. “It’s your choice, motherfucker. I’m the one with 6 witnesses to testify that you came in here and threatened one of my customers.” The way I'm fucking cheering and pumping my fist like I'm at a goddamn football game. GET HIS ASS, RICHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEFEND YOUR GIRL!!!!!!!

the whole exchange with her and Richie as they cleaned. the silent understanding. I'm shaking. I love them so much. I want to put them up ina little dollhouse and make them kiss 😂😂😂

Soft Spot

Carmy Berzatto & Platonic!Reader Richie Jerimovich x Reader (Platonic here but pining) Mikey Berzatto & Platonic!Reader

Day 13 from these April Prompts: “I have a soft spot for plants.” 

Summary: Reader gets back home from visiting Carmy in NYC after fleeing her abusive ex. After feeling trauma and just empty and lost, she goes back to The Original Beef. A place that has some of her favorite people, the place she least expected to bring her comfort in the middle of darkness. 

Continuation from this fic. You don’t have to read to understand this but it helps build the character dynamics out!

A/N: This is one of my favorite little universe’s I’ve created in a while.   

Word Count: 3.0k words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Mentions of abuse and bruises. Angst. Threats. Trauma. Death. Guns. 

The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics

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