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[wildfloweretbarley]

Tuesday Rush — C.B.

Wherein Carmy defends your honour

fem!cashier!reader x carmen berzatto

warnings: substances, violence, sexual harassment swearing (its the Bear so obviously)

AN: first fic!! im so nervous please be nice i will take any and all constructive feedback i love you

A bunch of jackasses.

That’s who enters the Beef of Chicago this sunny Tuesday morning.

You can smell the remnants of booze and blunts on their grimy shirts over the hot greasy smell emanating from the kitchen to your left. Their obnoxious whooping and shouting pierces through the previously quiet front of house.

Working at register in this part of Chicago, you’ve met your fair share of… characters. So, these four clowns aren’t an anomaly for you.

“Good Morning,” you say through gritted teeth, feigning cheer, “Welcome to the Beef of Chicago; what can I getcha?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” one of the men says, stretching and slurring his syllables. Leaning over the counter, his face is so close to yours you can practically taste last night’s partying (and repercussions). His eyes conspicuously drag over your face and to your chest.

Slimy.

You purse your lips, shuffling back.

“Let me get two Original Beefs, and, uh, two garlic fries for the trimmer gents with me” The two heavier set men erupt in cacophonous laughter. The other three men seem to have noticed the real-live woman taking their orders at the counter, and begin to make eyes at each other while you ring up their buddy’s order.

You clench your jaw, “Coming right up.”

As you turn to give the orders to the kitchen, you hear wolf whistles and boisterous laughter behind your back.

“Man I’m telling you, females who look like that are just begging for some dick.”

Laughter.

“I’d love to smash that ass.”

“Whether she want to or not!” All four of them laugh with their chest. The hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. You pretend to not hear them as you wait for their sandwiches in the doorway of the kitchen.

Looking around, you admire the efficiency Carmy has achieved in there.

You see him in the back corner, poring over some notebook, deep in conversation with Sydney.

You must’ve been looking too long, as his eyes lock onto yours. You give him a swift smile and he returns it to you. He’s softer with you, since you’re not kitchen staff.

“Cash, let’s go, here’s your fuckin’ order,” Richie shouts—although, that seems to just be his regular volume—“Hey, cousin! Stop eye-fucking our cashier and get to fuckin’ work!”

Carmy’s cheeks rouge as he argues with Richie. Rolling your eyes, you take the tray of sandwiches to the men at the counter. You’re dealing with enough egomaniacal jackasses out front; you don’t need to hear them in the back, too.

You place the tray at the pickup station and ring the little bell to indicate their order is up. The men take the food outside to eat so they can smoke, too. After watching them leave, you pull out your phone to kill time before the lunchtime hustle.

“Princess,” you look up, raising an eyebrow. The man who ordered the food has returned and scans over your frame, licking his lips (ew.) “Yeah, you, babe. What do you say you and me go to dinner. I’ll treat you good, baby, and you know… we could get up to something.” He winks. You almost gag.

He’s big, though; and probably less than sober. You feel uneasy as the only person out front.

He goes to touch your arm, saying some other degrading and disgusting “pick up”.

You take a startled step back.

“Listen, dude, I don’t want to get dinner, man. I don’t want problems,” you find yourself saying.

He raises his voice “There ain’t problems, baby. Now if you’d stop being a bitch and—“

The kitchen door swings and out through it comes Carmy.

He runs his hands through his hair. You can’t help but take note of his biceps in his less-than-loose t-shirt. He begins, “Hey, Cash. Don’t listen to Richie, he’s… an idiot. I wasn-“

“Hey asshole!” Oh right. Romeo over here is still trying to get some. “Can you fuck off and let me talk to my fucking bitch!?”

Carmy’s eyes widen as his lips press into a thin line. He places his hands on his hips, “Cash, you know this clown?”

“No. He just starte-“

“Fuck you, bitch! You fuckin’ know me. Dressing like a fucking slut wanting any corner of the street man to fuck you—“

The last syllables of whatever offences he was spewing are lost as Carmy’s fist drives into the man’s teeth.

You barely process it as it happens. Your phone clatters onto the counter from the slack caused by the shaking of your hands.

What the fuck is going on?

Carmy has circled around the counter and is beating the tar out of the man.

You hear both men grunting as they struggle against each other. It’s clear the man is all bite, no bark. Carmy, however, seems to be bite, bark, scratch, rabies, everything.

“Don’t—” punch, “fuckin’—“ liver shot, “talk—“ ouch, got him in the teeth, “to—“ and with one final shove, “my fuckin’ staff that way.”

Spluttering, gripping his mouth, the man stumbles out of The Beef, lurching as he gets through the door.

Carmy turns to you, eyebrows knit and face laced with concern.

“Carm…” you whisper, “What the fuck was that?”

He exhales through his nose as wipes his bloodied knuckles on the end of his navy apron. His eyebrows knit together.

“I’m sorry—“ he starts, walking towards you”—that was… aggressive, and unprofessional, and wholly inappro-“

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you.”

Nervously, his hand trails up your spine, up between your shoulder blades.

“For you, Cash? Anything.”

Fin

[taetaespeaches]

Yes, hi, hello I have just stumbled this very cute blog cus of your "my hands smell like gingerbread" drabble and I ho to your masterlist and see that they're mostly drabbles and like long term couples?? So, from what I'm understanding, there's alrdy a original story??? MAAM I RLY NEED YOUR HELP I WANNA KNOW THEIR STORIESSSS (I can't seem to find them anywhere😭😭)

Oh gosh hi hello! Welcome to the blog <3 I'm so glad you found your way here! So yes, I primarily write drabbles that all belong to the same couples for each member, which I refer to as the "longterm couples". So the drabble you discovered that brought you here is a drabble that can be read as a separate drabble but it also belongs to my longterm couple for Yoongi and his partner. This post consists of each masterlist for those couples, and they're listed in chronological order for each couple's timeline (so the first drabbles in each individual masterlist is the start of their relationships and then as you read down the masterlist it shows the progression of their relationship). I don't write the fics in order so I'm always shoving new drabbles within the middle of the masterlists lol.

Each of the drabbles can be read as original characters or as reader inserts. That is why you won't really find the use of "y/n" in my fics, but instead you'll find customized pet names/nicknames for each of the s/o's in the fics.

The couples are as follows (and there are origin stories for each of the girls' nicknames among the drabbles):

Jin/Poopsie Yoongi/Kid Hobi/Petal Namjoon/Daisy Jimin/Dear Tae/Peaches Jungkook/Holly

I hope that helps, I feel like I would be totally lost if I found my blog lol so if you have any more questions, feel free to ask! <3

[alpacaparkaseok]

It says my notifs r turned on for this blog but I didn't get aNY- how darr thy tumblr

Tumblr, you have failed me.

[tiktaalic]

the mariewrite

[ao3feed-carryon]

Winter Date

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kkF2eC

by mariewrites

When Simon is excited about the actual snow outside, Baz decides to take him on a date~

Words: 1214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce

Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow

Additional Tags: SnowBaz

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kkF2eC

[ao3feed-snowbaz]

Winter Date

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kkF2eC

by mariewrites

When Simon is excited about the actual snow outside, Baz decides to take him on a date~

Words: 1214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce

Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow

Additional Tags: SnowBaz

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kkF2eC

[wildfloweretbarley]

South Side Smokers’ Club — L.G.

Wherein you and Lip Gallagher catch up over the summer holidays, with the help of weed and old attachments.

Fem!reader x Lip Gallagher

Warnings: swearing, marijuana usage, fade-to-black smut

AN: I've just started watching Shameless and I'm feeling really normal about this dickhead as you can tell. Also, I don't smoke, so sorry for any inaccuracies :3

“Do you smoke, Princess?”

Lip extends his hand, joint pinched between his index and thumb. You pick at your cuticles with your nails. You were home for the summer from college, so you decided to catch up with some old friends from high school. Tonight? Phillip Gallagher. Sucking your lip between your teeth, you shake your head.

“Not my thing. I think.”

Lip’s eyebrow shoots to his hairline.

“You think? You mean you’ve lived in the South Side for the last 18 fuckin’ years and you’ve never even tried pot?”

You shrug.

“Fuck, Princess, what did you fuckin’ do in high school?” he questions, leaning back; spreading his legs. God, his legs. 

Your lips part. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve had a small, tiny, insurmountable crush on him since you were a sophomore and he was a junior. He used to tutor your best friend, so you’d always tag along under the guise of walking with her to make sure she was safe. Over the semester, you two became acquaintances; friends. He was always nice to you, even giving you the nickname Princess for some godforsaken reason.

“I don’t know, Lip,” you scoffed, “I fuckin’ went to class, worked my ass off, got good enough grades to get out of here for college–”

“Yeah, alright, okay, Princess, quit your poetic waxing ‘n’ come try this.” He beckons you over with his free hand.

You frown, unimpressed, “Lip–” 

“Shut up–” he grabs your wrist and tugs you to his end of his bed. “–and come here.” 

You giggle, “Fine, fine!” 

You semi-shuffle over, semi-collapse against his muscular side. He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. He doesn’t seem phased by your chest resting against his defined bicep. His pretty brown eyes look down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Okay, sit up. Your first time, your lungs’ve gotta be straight and shit.”

You giggle and comply with what the older boy says. Straightening your spine like a soldier, you scoot over to be sitting criss-crossed in front of him.

“Lip, how do I?...” you trail off, motioning towards the joint in his hand.

He chuckles, eyeing the way you chew your thumb. His tongue runs over his lips. He shakes his curls.

“Okay, Princess,” he breathes, “Jus’ take it between your lips.”

You open your mouth just enough for him to slide the joint between your moisturised lips. You circle your lips around it, just grazing his thumb nail. He clears his throat. 

“That’s it, just like that, good girl.” Your breath catches in your throat; he laughs under his breath at your widened eyes. You pray the heat pooling between your thighs isn't evident on your face.

“Good, Princess, now take a deep breath, and let the smoke go in your lungs. Then, all y'gotta do is exhale.” 

He’s still holding the small tube between your lips for you. You inhale deeply, feeling the warm smoke fill your mouth. As its balmy scent enters your lungs, you feel it catch, coughing harshly. 

“Fuck, Lip, what the fuck?” you say between coughs, “Shit’s terrible!”

“This is primo stuff, Princess. That’s a you problem” his teasing smirk warps as his lips curl around the joint. He takes a long drag, blowing the smoke at you. You scrunch your face, making him laugh. You hope Lip doesn’t notice how your thighs press together when he laughs. 

“Okay, okay, asshole. Let me try again,” you say, making grabby hands at the rolled substance. 

After he takes another drag, he hands you the joint, eyeing the path it takes from his fingers to your lips. 

You place it between your teeth, curling your lips around it. You take a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You exhale slowly, watching the way the smoke twirls and curls against the backdrop of the Gallagher boys’ room. Your eyes drift closed, letting your body feel the effects of the drug. You feel light, but grounded. It’s unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

“Lip,” you breathe, shuffling next to him, letting your head loll against his shoulder. “This feels… weird.” He laughs heartily.

“Yeah, sweetheart, no shit. It’s weed, we’re getting high.” He examines your dozy face, a teasing look in his eyes.

You take another hit of the joint, breathing the air in his face, mirroring his earlier actions. He mimics your scrunched expression from earlier. You sit in comfortable silence for several minutes.

“Lip?” you whisper.

“Yeah, Princess.” 

You squish your cheek into the muscle of his shoulder, breathing in the slightly sweaty, slightly weed-y, smell of his clean white t-shirt.

“Y’know, all through highschool, I had…” you pause.

“Had what? Gonorrhea? Damn, you hid it well.” he laughs into fist, his hand pressed to his teeth.

“No, Lip,” you groan, “I had... the fattest crush on you. Especially after you started to tutor my best friend.”

You sit in silence for a moment. Your mind begins to spin. Fuck, did I really tell Lip fucking Gallagher I used to like him? What am I doing?

And then he laughs. Not cruelly, not with malice. He sounds surprised. Almost… relieved? He straightens his back, eyes looking you up and down.

“Fuck, Princess, if I knew that then, I’d’ve done this way sooner,” he whispers.

You blink, and begin to respond. As you open your mouth to ask more, you feel his chapped lips against yours.

He kisses you softly, tentatively. Almost like he’s scared to break you. 

You thread your fingers through his curls, deepening the kiss. Your nails scrape the nape of his neck. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, and you whimper.

What the hell? I don’t whimper. What is going on with me? You almost lose yourself in the swirling of your thoughts, but then, Lip’s hand slides up your thigh.

You pivot on your knee to straddle him, hands gliding down his muscular chest. You scrunch his t-shirt in your fists.

You begin to kiss down the angle of his jaw, lips sliding over the stubble that’s grown as a result of not shaving this morning. He groans into your clavicle, placing a soft bite on the bone. You moan, breathing in the heady scent of his scalp. His hands slide further up your thighs, squeezing the fat. You grind your hips down, feeling the tent that’s struggling through the denim of his jeans. He lets out a low moan from the friction, and you feel his thumbnail graze over the wetness on the seam of your tight shorts.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, tossing his head back. You giggle. “Let’s fuckin’ do this.”

Fin

[angelgarden-posts]

Thanks for including me :D (take 2 bc I think I messed up my first reblog and edited this one-)

I’m tagging @ginneko @mariewriting @strawberrymilk-sunshine & anyone else who wants to participate!

I'm bored and I found this picrew, let's play a little, shall we?

tagging: @love-thanatopsis @4e7her and whoever wants to join

[alpacaparkaseok]

B, idk I think just rly excited but like IN 7 SECRETS HOW DID THEY KNOW THEYWERE SOULMATES??? LIKE I JUST FINSIHED THE FIRST CHAPTER AND I KNOW I SHOUKD KEEP READING BUT AAAAJJJHH

NISE HEY HOW ARE YOU?!?! also I kinda briefly explain it (by explain I mean b.s. it lol) but judging from the other ask I see from you it looks like you found that out lol

SO GLAD YOU'RE LIKING IT!! <3

[wildfloweretbarley]

thinking about how carmen berzatto would be relish being your boyfriend.

leading you around by the small of your back, cooking your favourite meals. he’d absolutely learn to make your comfort foods for bad days or when you’re on your period. he’d love every part of you. if you ask if what you’re wearing is too revealing all he says is that you can wear whatever cuz he can break someone’s jaw. he’d pinch your hips or smack your ass as he passes you.

always a gentleman, but also your biggest supporter and companion; he’d grab your weights for you in the gym, but also make you do another set even when your arms feel like noodles. then he’d begrudgingly go for a run with you and get winded after a kilometre. (if you did martial arts he’d practice drills with you and hold shields and pads for you)

of course, at the end of any long day he’d rub away your aches and kiss your bruises, heating up your rice bag for any problem spots while you changed into one of his sweaters or t shirts. you’d fall asleep not always on top of eachother, but always holding hands.

ugh, carmy bf

[wildfloweretbarley]

Garret Street — OCs

Wherein Lena’s and Sasha’s story begins

OC x OC

Warnings: None!! fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

AN: I originally wrote this like age 12 but I just fixed it up to post here!!

In Lena's few years of working there, many odd things and many odd people had passed through the quaint, old bookshop on Garret Street. None, however, quite as odd as the young lady who came into the store on the sixth of August.

She was strikingly tall; the top of her head ducking under the lower hanging singsong bell at the door. Her curly blonde hair was prettily pinned into a high ponytail. A pale pink puffed sleeved blouse, silk, was cinched by a baby blue scarf adorning the top of her long, shiny green skirt. Her rose coloured cardigan matched her pointy elf-like flats. She walked as if she was floating, like a fairy.

"Hello!” Her voice sounded sweet, like syrup over ice, “I was wondering, honey, where can I find your collection of classic literature?" She spoke as if she were singing. The melody of her voice softly filled the dusty store.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry," the young bookkeeper said, clunkily, "Lena, by the way." She added, extending her dry hand.

"Sasha! Nice to meet you, Lena." said Sasha as she and Lena walked to the desired section. The shimmer on her pretty pink lip gloss made warm Lena’s cheeks. Sasha pulled 'Cinderella' off the shelf.

“You know, the Brothers Grimm wrote rather gruesome stories, not like the washed-out Disney ones," she smiled, "in the original Cinderella, the stepsisters actually cut off their toes to fit in the shoe, and it wasn't even a glass slipper! It was a fur moccasin. Don't get me wrong, I love the Disney adaptation, but—" she stopped herself, bringing Lena back down to earth “—sorry, I get chatty when I'm nervous." She said sheepishly, colourful nails picking at the hem of her sleeve

"No, it's okay!" Lena quickly said, horrified at the notion she made this beautiful woman insecure, "I get really quiet when I'm nervous! It's not your fault!"

“Well… good! We're a perfect match then. We can be nervous together." Sasha said with a shy smile, Lena continued,

"And besides, I like hearing you talk!” Lena reevaluated. “Wait, no. That sounds super creepy. I don't mean it in a creepy way, you just-" Lena was cut off by Sasha’s hand on her arm,

“Thank you” she breathed. Despite the deep shade of Lena’s skin, she could have sworn she was bright red. God, she thought, She’s so beautiful. Sasha glanced down at her watch,

"Oh my!" She exclaimed, "Just look at the time! I have a class! I'll just buy this and head out." She said.

At the register, Lena rang up the book.

"It was nice meeting you, Lena," Sasha said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

"Yeah," Lena whispered. She cleared her throat, "I hope you, um, come back. We have tons. Of books, I mean,” she said, ever awkward, ever nervous.

“Yeah," Sasha said, smiling at the floor. She turned on her heel and left the store, the little bell jingling.

"Shit!" Lena bit her nails as the dial tone rung through the empty store, waiting for her best friend, Marthe, to pick up.

"Hello?" Marthe said groggily, having clearly just been just napping.

“Marthe! I just met the most beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, heart-stopping girl ever!" Lena whisper-shouted into the phone, hands laced through her hair.

“Woah! Slow down, soldier." Marthe cleared her throat, "Did you get her number?

"No! That's the worst part! She was clearly flirting with me! I just get so nervous, you know? She was so pretty and-" she was cut off by Marthe,

“Jesus, Lena," she sighed, "listen, if she was for real, she'll probably come back soon. Don't stress it, babe. It'll be okay."

"You're right," Lena acquiesced, pressing her palm against her face, "you're always right, Marthe."

"Damn right I am." Marthe chuckled. The ladies said their goodbyes, hanging up. Lena dragged through the rest of her shift.

~•~

It had been two weeks since Sasha came into the small bookshop. Lena was working groggily through the morning shift. She had resigned to the fact that Sasha was probably never, ever coming back.

She was gazing over the words in her book—more consumed by the texture of the wizened paper and thoughts of the pretty blonde girl than the words—when she heard the familiar jingle of the bell on the door. She didn't bother to look up. She assumed it was simply a retiree coming to purchase another vacation read.

"Hi. Just this today please."

Lena recognized the honey and melody in the voice. Sasha.

"It's you!" Lena whipped her head up, "God, I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Hey," Sasha smiled, the same pink lip gloss as that first glorious day Lena met her, "Sorry I haven't come in. I've been busy with school and work and cat-sitting and-"

"No worries at all!" Lena interrupted, seizing her chance, "Listen, my shift ends in ten minutes. Can we—do you want to get a coffee with me? she asked.

"My god, yes," Sasha replied, "I don’t even want this book. I just wanted to see you"

Precisely eleven minutes later, Sasha and Lena walked out of the quaint Garret Street bookshop, hands interlocked, eyes to the future.

fin

[wildfloweretbarley]

Hi Beautiful!!

welcome to my page 🪴 you can call me marie! my pronouns are she/her :)

💕this is my sideblog where im going to infrequently post artwork and fanfic!!

💕my writing will be tagged as #mariewrites and my my artwork will be #mariearts !! my general talking will be #chitchat

💕feel free to send requests!! i may or may not get back to them though. also probably not in a time effective manner :)

🤍currently i foresee myself writing for:

criminal minds!! (spencer, derek, hotch maybe!!)

the bear (carmy, syd, or marcus)

shameless (lip, fiona, later seasons carl)

whatever show or film or book im into at the time!

i will only write for fem!/gn!reader :) just what im most comfortable with

i am willing to write for any body type!

🤍a little about me:

i love hozier!! my username is inspired by his song Wildflower and Barley!!

i ADORE reading. my fave series is probably thg, and my fave standalone is the Handmaid's Tale!

i love drawing and creating art :) i dont get a chance to often but im trying to draw more so ill be posting that

taekwon-do!! my favourite thing in the world

in fact, i both teach and train and im currently testing for my next dan!!

🦢thats all! thank you for reading!! happy blogging 💕💕

[angelgarden-posts]

Thanks for including me :D

I’m tagging @ginneko @mariewriting @strawberrymilk-sunshine & anyone who wants to participate!

I'm bored and I found this picrew, let's play a little, shall we?

tagging: @love-thanatopsis @4e7her and whoever wants to join