#richie x carmy

[siobhans-roy]

THE BEAR 1.08 "Braciole" 2.01 "Beef"

[littlecarmine]

what kind of asshole is gonna put ketchup on a hot dog? a child, richie.

CARMY BERZATTO and RICHIE JERIMOVICH in THE BEAR (2022 — PRESENT)

[grammatically-incoherent]

the bear + relatable content

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[phedbeauty]

Too many spoilers 🫣

You can tell The Bear has grown in popularity by all the behind the scenes photos/spoilers everyone is capturing. It's cool to see. I like it, but I also don't want to be spoiled. I think I need to take a hiatus from social media. 😂😭🫣

I'd rather be pleasantly surprised or horrified by the events of season 3. (I've been thinking about how they could easily flip the script on everything that has transpired so far. You never really know.)

I'm excited. June can't come soon enough. 😂♥️

[jerimovich]

INCORRECT THE BEAR QUOTES • Only Murders in the Building

[universalmofo]

i need everyone to tell me their the bear season 3 predictions. plot lines, small things that you think may happen between characters, marcus’s mom, the progression of carmy, syd and richie as characters next season, the carmy and syd dynamic, richie and carmy dynamic, syd and richie dynamic and how they all might change next season??

anything you think specifically WILL happen??

please i’m dying to know what everyone is thinking!!!

[saintnoname2]

It's funny: the first time I watched The Bear, I missed the couple lines that establish that Carmy and Richie aren't actually cousins and got through the whole season under the impression that they were related. So I didn't see any ship chemistry between them during that initial watch. But then I got into the fandom and found out they aren't related and rewatched the show with that in mind. I felt stupid for missing the lines that establish that they aren't related because when I was specifically looking for that, they were obvious, and I began to understand why people would ship it. I started shipping it, too, but in the lowest key.

Season 2 came out, and I still only low-key shipped it, with the exception of a couple moments that made it really stand out to me, like the basement conversation and Carmy's reaction to Richie in a suit. But still mostly just casual shipping.

It wasn't until I began RPing this pairing really recently that I started thinking more about their history and dynamic and now I am absolutely feral for this ship. I'm losing my mind over it.

Like. I don't think we know exactly when Mikey and Richie met, but with the age gap between them and Carmy, is it safe to assume they met before Carmy was even born? If so, Carmy has known Richie literally his entire life and Richie has known Carmy for a good, solid chunk of his.

Imagine Richie fucking holds Carmy as a baby. Then that baby grows up, but is almost never around, because he's always off in some other state or country working at some fancy restaurant. So here are two people who have known each other their entire lives (or at least pretty close to it), but don't really know each other. Carmy is Mikey's kid brother and Richie is Mikey's best friend. They've defined each other as such their whole lives, had Mikey as a buffer between them, never really gotten to know each other as adults.

And now, Carmy comes home, and Mikey's no longer there to define their relationship. They're forced to really get to know each other for the first time in their adult lives. They're forced to decide on their own what their relationship is.

When Carmy first comes back, Richie still thinks of him as a kid even though he's in his 30s because he's never gotten to really know Carmy as an adult, and he tries to fall back into his old role as "the adult" with Carmy because that's the role in their relationship that he knows. Except that it doesn't work now, because Mikey's not there, and Carmy's an adult now, too. So they have to grow and change and examine their relationship and their thoughts about each other in ways they never have.

Imagine they've known each other for 30+ years, but they're just now really getting to know each other. I feel like this can be appreciated even if you're not looking at it from a shippy standpoint and are looking at it as more of a platonic/familial relationship.

Just. These fucking dynamics, yo.

[scenedenial]

excerpt from i put my hand over the stove to make sure i still feel it by scenedenial on ao3

Maybe Richie was too hard on Carmy when he came home. Maybe it was a shock to the system to see him, after all the years, still so fucking short but so muscular, tattooed fingers, teenage acne given way to stubble, hardened by Michelin-starred abuse and New York drugs. Maybe Richie wanted to join Mikey up on the bridge when he learned the restaurant wasn’t left to him. Maybe when Carmy hired Syd to come in and do everything Richie couldn’t it felt the same way. Maybe nothing anyone did would have been enough to fill the space left behind.

[murdrdocs]

explicit sexual content MDNI

you know when you’re laying in bed on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, one leg bent at the knee in a 90 degree angle and the other outstretched completely? yeah thinking about being used in that position.

your shorts are already tiny enough to barely cover much when you’re standing and walking around. so when you’ve been laying down for nearly an hour now, rolling around in search of the perfect position for your mindless scrolling, the fabric has ridden up to cut between your cheeks, exposing the bottom of them.

subsequently, your shirt has lifted, exposing your sides and back, and although so much of you is covered, it appears the opposite.

he feels as if it’s the opposite.

laying beside you on his side, no longer focused on whatever he was supposed to be doing before your figure caught his eye. he’s been silent for a while, letting his eyes rake over your figure. letting the sight of you relaxed like this entice him. convince him that he needs you.

which, with the way you’re laying, legs already spread and inviting him in, he thinks you feel the same.

he starts off casual, innocent. he lets you warm up to his touch.

you hum a little appreciatively whenever his hand lays flat against the exposed skin of your back. your hips wiggle a bit when his palm glides down to rest over your ass. your legs spread more whenever his large hand situates itself between your legs, fingers resting against the taut crotch of your shorts.

you don’t tell him to stop. you don’t tell him to keep going. but your back arches and you move just a little closer.

your head, previously having been faced the opposite direction, turns to look at him once he starts to trace the outline of you with a light touch. barely enough to provide stimulation, but the memory of what he could do to you is what drives you to want more. not the preview of what will inevitably come to be.

you watch him, he watches you, and then you reach down to slide your shorts and panties off in one motion. you go to change positions, too, maybe lay on your back to give easier access, but he shakes his head and kisses his teeth.

“back on your stomach. like before.” it’s a request, there’s room for denial, but with the speed at which you follow it, it could easily have been identified as a command instead.

either way, you end up just as you were before. your eyes flutter shut at the first touch. firmer than before, but still gentle in nature, once more a glide through your slit before ending at your entrance.

by the time he has two fingers buried in you, you’ve thrown your leg over his hips and dug your nails into the forearm not flexing with the effort of fingering you. you’re watching him again, but he’s focused on your cunt swallowing his digits this time, the lewd sounds of it all echoing around the bedroom now that the clacking of your nails against your phone screen isn’t present.

he seldom blinks. his lips are parted, gentle breaths leaving them periodically, and if your own lips weren’t so preoccupied with spewing out thankful praises then you would’ve kissed him.

the heel of his palm digs into your ass as he crooks his fingers a little more aggressively. he searches for a second, eyebrows furrowing in determination, and you do your part by lifting your hips and twisting them a little and then there. there it is.

your hips are already lifted so it makes it all the more easier to slide your hand down and press against your clit when he tells you to.

after that it doesn’t take long. just a little while longer and your toes are curling and your back is arching and you’re burying your face into the pillow beneath you.

his fingers stay within you at first, pumping at a more languid pace, and then once you’ve stopped twitching he pets your head soothingly. he peppers kisses into your scalp, and your eyes are suddenly heavier than they were previously.

you peel your head out of the pillows to ask him, “what was that for?”

he pulls you closer into his side with one hand, urging you to press your back to his chest.

“those little shorts.”

[thebearer]

Ugh I love your writing 🫶🫶 could you do something where the reader and Carmen have that asshole to everyone but his partner trope 🫶like the staff see how he acts around the reader when they drop by to see him during his lunch break and they’re in shock ?

yes yes yes!! I feel like that's such a good trope for him!!

"Guys, what did I tell you? House keeping, please, fuck!" Carmen yelled, running a frustrated hand through his hair, a chorus of "yes, chef!" following him.

"Hey, Carmy," Neil puffed, carrying the ladder towards the bathroom. "Your girl's in your office."

Carmen's eyes lit up, frustration dissipated at the sound that you were here, waiting for him- surprised him. "Thanks, Neil." Carmen grumbled, non-slip shoes padding across the floor, rounding the corner with an announcement, slipping into the office.

There you were, sitting in the chair, legs propped up on his desk, lazily flicking through recipes. "Hey," Carmen greeted, lips curling when he shut the door behind him. "What're you doin' here? I didn't know you were stopping by."

You spun towards him, feet clomping on the ground at the movement, a tiny smirk on your lips. "Came to see you." You hummed. "Thought I'd take up your offer tonight and come have family with you."

"Yeah?" Carmen's eyes lit up, bright and excited- still a little bashful, even after all the time you'd been together. "That's nice, real nice. I'm glad you came, baby."

You giggled, flinging the recipes on the desk, hands cupping either side of his head to pull him closer when he ducked down for a kiss. Your lips slotted over his, hands sliding through his hair to push him further into you. Carmen laughed into the kiss, hands reaching for your jaw, tilting your head up towards him.

"Stand up," Carmen muttered, lips moving against yours.

You obliged, switching places with him so he was in the chair, you straddling his waist. Your arms looped around his neck, his on your back, the other cradling your ass, sliding and squeezing over the fatty flesh there.

"Hey, cousin, time for fami- oh!" Richie recoiled, slamming the door just as quickly as he opened it. "Oh, for fuckssake, lock the door if you're gonna be nasty! Christ!"

"How about you knock!" Carmen shouted back, cheeks tinging with the red tint of embarrassment. You bit your lip, biting back a laugh. Carmen glared at you lightly. "That's not funny."

"It's a little bit funny, Carmy." You grinned, gently petting down a stray curl tugged out of place. "Like a teeny tiny bit." You pressed your fingers together for emphasis, ignoring his light snort of laugher.

"Richie's runnin' his mouth in there, you know that right?" Carmen muttered, hands smoothing sweetly down your waist.

You shrugged. "He always is."

"Yeah," Carmen laughed. "You're right about that, c'mon." He patted your ass lightly for you to get up. You grabbed his hands, tugging him lightly out of his chair, swinging your arms between the two of you.

"Who cooked tonight?" You asked, arms looped around his waist, padding down to the back room.

"Sydney." Carmen replied, grinning at your hum of satisfaction.

"Oh, everyone avert your fucking eyes, here they come." Richie announced loudly, turning to the table before him. "Cousin, that was fuckin' quick, eh?"

"Shut up." Carmen rolled his eyes, annoyed, pushing past Richie. He ignored the snickers from Tina, placing a hand on your back, pulling your chair out for you.

"Here, baby, you want a pop or somethin'?" Carmen asked you in a hushed tone, reaching to grab a glass from the spaces behind him.

"I'll just do water." You nodded towards the pitcher in the middle.

"Sure. You want lemon?" Carmen asked, pushing your hand away lightly when you went to pour your glass, a simple "I got it" that shouldn't have made you as flustered as it did. You blamed the make out session that got cut short.

Tina's eyes cut to Richie, watching the two of you whisper gently. Carmen looked relaxed, shoulders not tensed and eyes not darting. No, he was calm when he talked to you... maybe even sweet? The smiles he gave you certainly were.

Tina shrugged lightly at Richie, a smug, knowing smile on her face.

[drrav3nb]

Carmy & Sydney being married af/fools in love in and everyone noticing

Bonus:

[irlplasticlamb]

okay, fuck you, watch this!

prints + merch + commission info

[martiansodas-blog]

me before watching the bear: oh fun, a show about hot line cooks

me after: every single character exists to portray the different ways humans handle grief. grief and having a passion for something are the two things that propel us forward. every action and word we produce is backed up by grief, and the needing to talk it out. our found family becomes others who have lost people.

[lauriemarch]

don't compare me to these bitches because we are not the same...

the bear (2022) / rage by rico nasty

[jon-astronaut]

carmy hand making sprite for his pregnant sister in law tiff and sydney making an omelette for her pregnant sister in law 😭