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TWELVE

Content Warning: Swearing

The restaurant doesn't sound like construction anymore. It sounds like war. Wood splintering. Metal clashing. Tools screaming against surfaces that used to mean something. The Bear is being torn down to be rebuilt, and right now it looks like it's losing.

Y/N stands in the middle of it. Dust clings to her clothes. Her hands are already dirty. She doesn't hesitate, just steps over debris like she belongs here. Like she always has. Carmy exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.

Carmy: How are we doing?

Sugar: Well, as of now, we are seven weeks out. Our DBA just got rejected. Fire suppression hasn't shown up yet. We have to schedule a second deep clean because our building's now considered a biohazard and we only have a couple walls left standing.

Silence hangs for half a second. Y/N wipes her hands on her jeans, stepping slightly closer.

Y/N: So... we're thriving.

Richie snorts somewhere in the background.

Carmy: Why did we get rejected?

Sugar sighs.

Sugar: Well, because we filed for a new name.

Carmy: Why is that a problem?

Sugar: Because we never filed for a first name.

Y/N's brows lift.

Y/N: That feels... illegal.

Sugar: It is illegal.

She continues, pacing slightly now.

Sugar: Mikey wasn't operating correctly because they were never doing business as. So now we have to file to do business as The Bear and pay a fine for not doing business as The Beef originally.

A beat.

Sugar: Because according to the IRS, we're assholes.

Y/N exhales a quiet laugh despite everything.

Carmy: So it's a money thing?

Sugar: Yeah. It's all another money thing, Carm.

Y/N glances between them, then mutters,

Y/N: When is it not a money thing?

Carmy rubs his face.

Carmy: How fast can we do a deep clean then?

Sugar: Not until tomorrow, I don't think.

Carmy: Fuck.

Y/N, under her breath—

Y/N: That's becoming your catchphrase.

Sugar: You can say that again.

Carmy: Fuck.

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The tension tightens again. Then Carmy looks at Sugar more carefully.

Carmy: You okay?

Sugar pauses. Just for a second.

Y/N: Nat, what's wrong?

Sugar: Yeah. The DBA is stressing me out.

Carmy steps closer.

Carmy: Hey. Hey.

Sugar looks at him.

Carmy: You okay?

Something shifts. Y/N notices it immediately. Sugar lowers her voice.

Y/N: What's going on?

Sugar: Don't tell anyone, okay?

Y/N instinctively turns slightly away but she's still there. Still hearing. Still part of it.

Sugar: This is my problem, and I don't want this to change anything. I don't want to be treated any different, okay?

Carmy nods.

Carmy: Okay.

Y/N nods. Sugar exhales.

Sugar: I am... completely terrified.

Y/N's expression softens.

Sugar: And I'm only telling you because... I don't know. Just in case.

There's a loud THUD in the background. No one reacts.

Sugar: And don't take this like I'm not excited because I am so excited.

Her voice shakes.

Sugar: I really want this to be loving and good and happy.

A beat.

Sugar: I just don't want anyone to know.

Carmy: Sure.

Sugar: Like, I really don't want Richie to know.

Y/N: Okay.

Sugar swallows.

Sugar: Because somehow, it feels more in my control... to decide when and who knows...

Another crash echoes—

Sugar: ...that I'm pregnant.

Everything stops. For one second. Then—

Fak: Congratulations!

Richie: I fucking knew it!

Y/N's eyes go wide. Then immediately, Y/N breaks into a huge smile.

Y/N: Nat—oh my God—

She moves without thinking and pulls Sugar into a tight hug.

Sugar laughs, overwhelmed.

Y/N: That's amazing. That's—Nat, that's so amazing.

And Carmy, he's not looking at Sugar. He's staring at Y/N. At the way she lights up. At the way she holds onto his sister like it means everything. Something in his chest tightens. Y/N pulls back slightly, hands still on Sugar's arms.

Y/N: You're gonna be such a great mom.

Sugar exhales, emotional.

Sugar: I'm terrified.

Y/N smiles softer now.

Y/N: Yeah... but you're also ready.

Another beat.

Y/N: And you're not doing it alone.

Carmy is still staring. Still watching her. Like he forgot how. He then hugs his sister.

Carmy: Congratulations.

Sugar: Thank you, Bear.

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Time shifts. The chaos continues—but it feels different now. Heavier. Fuller. Y/N moves through it all, lifting, organizing, helping wherever she's needed. She slides into conversations, breaks tension, keeps things moving.

Richie arguing. Fak panicking. Carmy trying to hold everything together. And Y/N? She keeps them from falling apart. Later the noise dips just slightly. Y/N leans against a counter, catching her breath for the first time.

Carmy steps beside her. Not too close. Not too far. A quiet beat sits between them. Y/N doesn't look at him right away.

Y/N: You didn't tell me.

Carmy glances over.

Carmy: About Nat?

Y/N nods.

Y/N: I get why. Just... surprised.

Carmy exhales.

Carmy: Yeah.

A pause.

Y/N finally looks at him.

Y/N: You okay?

She almost laughs at herself.

Y/N: Actually, don't answer that. I feel like I ask you that too much.

Carmy lets out a quiet breath.

Carmy: No... it's okay.

A beat.

Carmy: I don't mind it.

Their eyes hold for just a second longer than they should.

Richie (shouting): Yo! We got another problem!

The moment breaks. Y/N shakes her head slightly.

Y/N: Of course we do.

She pushes off the counter and walks back into the chaos. Carmy watches her go. Again. And again he doesn't look away.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed.

#the bear fanfiction #the bear fx #the bear #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #x y/n #y/n #angst #slowburn #jeremy allen white

ELEVEN

Content Warning: Swearing

The folding chair creaks beneath Carmy's weight at the Al-Anon meeting. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. A quiet room. Coffee gone cold. People sitting in a circle, all holding something heavy. Carmy rubs his palms together.

Carmy: I Googled fun the other day, what provides amusement or enjoyment, that's what it means.

A few people glance up.

Carmy: I am, uh, currently opening a restaurant that's providing zero amusement or enjoyment.

A couple soft laughs.

Carmy: No, no, I'm kidding, it's okay, I'm, uh... I don't know, I'm trying to start from a healthy place, a positive place, and yeah, that's the goal, right?

There is silence. Safe silence.

Carmy: I think when I was a kid, anything that would give me any sort of excitement or amusement or enjoyment, it always got kinda fucked.

His jaw tightens.

Carmy: I don't think my family meant to ruin it, I don't think they did it on purpose, but I think sometimes they just try too hard, or they'd make promises they couldn't keep.

He inhales.

Carmy: Have to remind myself to breathe sometimes, remind myself to be present, remind myself that the sky is not falling, that there is no other shoe... which is incredibly difficult because there is always another shoe.

A few quiet laughs.

Carmy: I don't know, maybe if I could provide more amusement or enjoyment for myself, it would be easier to provide for others.

A beat.

Carmy: I don't know. Anyway, I'm happy to be here, thank you guys, thanks for letting me share.

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The Bear is no longer a restaurant. It's a construction site. Dust hangs in the air. Walls ripped open. Wood exposed. Tools scattered everywhere. The TV plays in the background.

Newscaster: Bridgeport, known to be the neighborhood diner people counted on for the past seven decades, is closing its doors for good.

Y/N steps inside, already in work clothes, stepping over debris like she belongs here now. She carries coffee. She scans the room. Richie arguing. Fak lifting something wrong. Marcus measuring. Sydney already working. Sugar with a clipboard. And Carmy, staring at a plate like it personally offended him. Y/N walks over and sets a coffee beside him.

Y/N: You forgot breakfast again.

Carmy: Thanks.

Y/N: Figured you'd pretend you weren't hungry.

Carmy: I wasn't pretending.

Y/N smirks slightly.

Sydney walks in with a plate.

Sydney: You know what a lot of restaurants suck at?

Carmy: Hmm, how much time do I have to answer that question?

Sydney: Desserts.

She sets the plate down.

Sydney: Do we have any miles?

Carmy: Uh, yes, Pete at United, could we use 'em?

Sugar: Of course.

Sydney: Can I pitch you something crazy?

Carmy: So maybe not so crazy.

Sydney: We send Marcus somewhere?

Carmy: No, no, I think that's smart, yeah.

Sydney: Yeah?

Carmy: Yeah, but how's his mom?

Y/N: I think she's stable.

Sydney: I don't know, but I just was thinking it might be good to send him somewhere wild. Wild, like Copenhagen?

Carmy: Yeah, yeah, I got spots there.

Sydney smirks.

Sydney: I figured you would.

She pushes the plate closer.

Sydney: You happy?

Carmy takes a bite. Immediate regret.

Sydney: Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm.

Carmy: The salt.

Sydney: Mm-mm, fuck me.

Carmy: You marinated it too long.

Sydney: I mean it's not okay if it's two times in a row.

Carmy: That's why we're doing this, alright?

Y/N leans in, takes a small bite. She chews.

Y/N: Yeah... that's aggressive.

Sydney points at her.

Sydney: Thank you.

Carmy exhales, thinking.

Carmy: I wanna make a suggestion, I think our palates are fucked.

Sydney: Where is the suggestion?

Carmy: I think we need to go out, we need to try some stuff, like a reset.

Sydney: You're sending me home?

Carmy: No, I'm sending us out for inspiration.

Carmy: It's gonna take me about an hour to clean this up and then I'll meet you at Kasama.

Sydney: Yeah, sounds good.

Carmy: And Syd, it was really, it was almost perfect.

Sydney: Almost.

Carmy: Yeah.

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Outside, Richie is with Eva.

Richie: I got you, alright, here we go, ready?

He lifts her bag.

Richie: Told you, I got it.

They walk.

Richie: How's your mom doing, by the way?

Eva: Good.

Richie: Yeah?

Eva: They said she got stuck on a Zoom.

Richie: Do you know what that's about?

Eva: Got a promotion.

Richie: That's awesome!

Eva: Uncle Frank is proud of her.

Richie: So am I.

Eva: And Mom got a raise too.

Richie: That's incredible.

Eva: Which is why Uncle Frank got the good cake.

Richie: That mom got a promotion, she's a hard worker, that's important, right?

Eva: Yeah, but you still have to pay child support because fair is fair.

Richie exhales.

Richie: I love taking care of you, and I always will, you know that?

Eva: I know, Daddy.

They hug.

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Richie watches Eva walk toward the school door, waiting until she's safely inside.

The door shuts. He exhales. And then, Y/N is leaning against the car next to him, arms crossed, like she's been there the whole time.

Y/N: You cried yet or you holding it in for later?

Richie scoffs.

Richie: I don't cry.

Y/N: Yeah, okay.

A beat. Y/N straightens, glancing toward the school.

Y/N: She's good, Rich.

Richie nods slightly.

Richie: Yeah.

Y/N: Smart too. Gets that from me.

Richie looks at her.

Richie: You're not even related to her.

Y/N shrugs.

Y/N: Emotionally, I am. And I am her favourite Aunt.

That gets a small laugh out of him.

Then, Eva suddenly runs back out, backpack bouncing.

Eva: I forgot my lunch!

Richie groans.

Richie: Of course you did.

Y/N kneels down, holding the lunch bag up.

Y/N: I got you.

Eva grins.

Eva: Thanks.

She pauses, studying Y/N.

Eva: Are you coming over again?

Y/N glances at Richie, then back at her.

Y/N: Yeah. If your dad behaves.

Eva: He won't.

Y/N smiles.

Y/N: I know.

Eva leans in and hugs her quickly.

Eva: Bye Dad, Bye Aunt Y/N!

Y/N freezes for half a second, then hugs her back, softer with a kiss to the side of her head.

Eva runs off again. This time she doesn't come back. Y/N stands slowly. Something shifts in her expression. Small. Quiet. But real.

Y/N: She's gonna be fine.

Richie nods.

Richie: Yeah.

Y/N glances at him.

Y/N: You are too.

He doesn't answer.

But he doesn't deflect either.

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Carmy's phone rings.

Carmy: Hello.

Claire: Did you really give me a fake number?

Carmy freezes.

Carmy: Claire?

Claire: Should my feelings be hurt?

Carmy: No, no, no, that must have been a mistake.

Claire: You know I know your whole family and all the Faks, right?

CARMY: You know all the Faks?

Claire: I know all the Faks.

Carmy: There are a lot of Faks.

Claire: Why did you give me a fake number?

Carmy: I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.

Claire: Okay, so is it okay that I have your number?

Carmy: I want you to have my number.

Claire: Say that again.

Carmy: I want you to have my number.

Claire: Are you busy today?

Carmy: I—

Claire: Can you not make this weird? I just need help moving stuff.

CARMY: I'm in.

Claire: Really?

Carmy: Yeah.

Claire: I'll text you the address.

Carmy: I know where it is.

Claire: I'll give it to Fak.

Carmy laughs.

Carmy: No, I don't need Fak.

Claire: He said he's your best friend.

Carmy: He's not— he is, he's probably my best friend.

Claire: Interesting.

Carmy: I'll see you soon.

Claire: Okay, bye.

Carmy: Bye.

He exhales.

Carmy: Fuck.

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Carmy walks back into The Bear. Same chaos. Same noise. But he's different. Not obvious. But enough. Y/N notices instantly. She always does. She steps into his path, stopping him this time.

Y/N: You left.

Carmy: Yeah.

Y/N: Didn't say anything.

Carmy: I—

He stops. Doesn't finish it. Y/N watches him closely.

Y/N: You good?

Carmy nods too quickly.

Carmy: Yeah.

She doesn't move.

Y/N: That was fast.

Carmy exhales slightly.

Y/N: Sydney called me. You bailed on her. She was waiting for you.

Carmy: Just had to do something.

Y/N studies him for a second longer. Then, she nods. Steps aside.

Y/N: Okay.

He walks past her.

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The restaurant doesn't slow down. It never does. Noise. Movement. Dust in the air. People talking over each other. Something always breaking. Something always being fixed. But underneath all of it, something is shifting. Carmy is across the room, talking to Richie.

Focused. Distracted. Elsewhere. Y/N watches him. Not obviously. Just enough. Like she's trying to figure something out she can't quite name yet. Richie yells at Fak. Marcus drops something. Sugar is already stressed about something that hasn't even happened yet. Same chaos. Same people. Same place.

And yet it feels different. Y/N exhales quietly, wiping her hands on her jeans. Then she looks away first. And gets back to work. Because that's what she does.

But this time it's not that something feels off. It's worse. It's that something has already changed. And she's the only one who hasn't been told what it is yet.

And the worst part? She trusted him enough not to ask.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed.

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TEN

Content Warning: Swearing

The kitchen doesn't wake up. It crashes into existence. Metal clanging. Knives hitting boards. Something burning somewhere it shouldn't. Voices overlapping before the day has even properly started. And right in the middle of it is Y/N. Already moving. Already working. Like she's been here forever.

Richie: Let's just, let's not talk about it, actually.

Marcus: I don't wanna talk about it.

Richie: It's like the third time you mentioned it.

Marcus: You sure you don't wanna talk about it?

Richie: Yeah, 'cause it's like a vibe, you know.

Marcus: What's the vibe?

Richie: The vibe is just like... it's off. Something's off.

Marcus: Corner.

Richie: Corner.

Marcus: Your dad doesn't think you're a loser, yeah?

Richie: What? Did I say he thinks I'm a loser?

A beat.

Richie: Do you think he thinks I'm a loser?

Y/N glances up briefly, wiping her hands, listening without looking like she is. Then, Carmy steps in.

Carmy: Yo. You guys okay?

Sweeps: Yeah.

Ebra: Yeah.

Carmy: Any of it salvageable?

Sweeps: No.

Ebra: Yes.

A beat.

Ebra: Yes.

Carmy: Fuck.

Marcus shrugs.

Marcus: Look, it's probably hard for your dad to be supportive because he doesn't understand that this job doesn't pay much... it doesn't amount to anything and, uh... it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

Y/N exhales quietly. Not wrong. Carmy claps once.

Carmy: Uh, hey, how are we doing, Chefs?

Sweeps: Bad.

Ebra: Not good.

Carmy: Cool. Good.

Y/N lets out a quiet breath of a laugh.

Marcus: When are you gonna see him?

Richie: Tonight. My Mom's birthday dinner.

Sydney: That'll be nice.

Sydney: Are we still good to jam on menu later?

Carmy: Yes, Chef.

Sydney: Okay.

Richie: Yo, Carm, fridge guy.

Carmy: Yo.

Richie: I'll call him back.

Carmy: My bad.

Y/N steps slightly into his path.

Y/N: You good?

Carmy: Yeah.

He keeps walking. She watches him go. Doesn't believe it.

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Sugar: Yo.

Carmy: Yo.

Sugar: Toilet's still fucked.

Carmy: I'm aware.

Sugar: I'm trading with the guy.

Carmy: No go on the door-pull.

Sugar: That's a really crucial part.

Carmy: They are K.

Sugar: Yeah, they're hand cast in Italy.

Carmy: Yeah, and we're in Illinois.

Sugar: What about the Danish teak?

Carmy: Those are K.

Sugar: The bronze brutalist?

Carmy: K.

Sugar: You can have the Naperville Nickel.

Y/N snorts quietly.

Y/N: Are you feeling okay?

Sugar exhales.

Sugar: Sometimes I look like February.

Carmy: Your fork numbers, not fantastic.

Carmy: We have too many?

Sugar: Too few.

Carmy: I promise you, there aren't too few forks.

Sugar: I can't wait to talk about spoons. Hey, where's the phone?

Carmy: Marcus broke it.

Sugar: Can you order a new one?

Y/N mutters.

Y/N: Of course he did.

Sugar: You can shove it up your ass.

Carmy glances at Y/N. Just for a second. Then looks away.

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Marcus: You sure you don't wanna talk about it?

Richie: Yeah, 'cause it's like a vibe.

Marcus: What's the vibe?

Richie: Something's off.

The kitchen shifts again. Louder. Faster.

Richie: Alright. I'm taking over this operation.

Fak: That's what I just said.

Richie: No, what you didn't say is we don't need to move these twice.

Marcus: We should move the lockers first.

Richie: Wow. Didn't think I'd see you team up with him.

Marcus: It's not a team-up. It's common sense.

Fak: I'm watching a guy who does this all the time.

Richie: I'm trying to save you moves.

Marcus: There's one way. The right way.

Tension spikes.

Carmy: Watch this.

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Carmy: Nat?

Sugar: Yeah?

Carmy: You called Mom?

A pause.

Sugar: Yeah.

Y/N glances over. That's not small.

Carmy: I think we should move the lockers first.

Sugar: Then move them first.

Richie: Then we move them again.

Carmy: Don't start bossing people around.

Sugar snaps.

Sugar: Move the fucking lockers.

Y/N grabs one end of a locker with Marcus.

Marcus: You good?

Y/N: Always.

Metal scrapes.

The whole room feels like it's shifting.

Carmy: Are you alright?

Sugar: I'm fine.

Carmy: You want a Sprite?

Sugar: No.

Carmy: You're shitty.

Sugar: I didn't wanna do it wrong.

Carmy: You called Mom.

Marcus: Move 'em.

Y/N exhales quietly. Same chaos. Same people. Still holding together somehow.

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Carmy: Okay, Chefs, we are three months out from open. We're gonna send you guys to culinary school.

Ebra: I already know how to cook.

Carmy: It's about repetition.

Marcus: I'm in.

Sydney: This is exciting.

Ebra: I don't want to wear a uniform.

Sydney: You can talk to the school.

CRASH.

Richie: Go left!

Fak: I am going left!

Richie: Go right!

Fak: It's stuck!

Metal slams.

Carmy: Yo. Guys.

Y/N: Can you shut the fuck up?

Fak: It's still here.

Carmy: Open it.

They cut it open. Click. Silence. Carmy reaches in.

Carmy: June 3rd, 1985. Taste of Chicago.

Richie exhales.

Richie: The booth.

Carmy: That was really fun.

The moment sits heavy. Y/N watches him. Really watches him.

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Y/N steps beside Carmy.

Y/N: You okay?

Carmy: Yeah.

She nods. Stays. Doesn't push.

Later, Carmy is at a grocery store. Fluorescent lights. Quiet aisles. Normal life. Carmy stands in front of a fridge door, staring at nothing.

Then, Claire.

Claire: Carm?

He turns.

Carmy: Claire. Hey.

Claire: Hi. It's been forever.

Carmy: Forever. Yeah.

Claire: You making a sundae?

Carmy glances down.

Carmy: Yeah. A veal stock sundae.

Claire laughs.

Claire: With vanilla?

Carmy: Sounds good.

A pause.

Claire: How's your life been?

Carmy: I have no idea.

Claire: Same.

They smile. Easy. Familiar. Like nothing ever broke.

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Back at the restaurant. Y/N is working. Focused. Unaware. Carmy walks back in later. Different. Not obvious. But different. Y/N notices immediately. She always does. She steps beside him.

Y/N: You okay?

Carmy exhales.

Carmy: Yeah.

She studies him. Something's off. But he's not saying it. So she doesn't push.

Y/N: Okay.

A beat.

Y/N: I'm here.

He looks at her. Really looks.

Carmy: I know.

This time, he doesn't look away.

The kitchen fills again. Noise. Movement. Chaos. But underneath it something is shifting. Something none of them are ready for. And Y/N? She feels it. Even if she doesn't know why yet.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed.

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The Bet

It starts as a joke.

Like most bad ideas in this house.

Kev is standing in the kitchen, watching absolute chaos unfold.

Jake is refusing to sit still. Franny is arguing with Liam over nothing. Amy and Jemma are yelling over each other.

Kev shakes his head.

Kev: I could handle this better than all of you.

There is silence. Slowly everyone turns to him.

V: Excuse me?

Debbie: You can't even handle yourself.

Carl: You definitely can't handle them.

Mickey: I'd pay to see you try.

Kev grins.

Kev: I'm serious. I bet I can get all the kids to listen faster than any of you.

Lip doesn't even look up.

Lip: Don't.

Kev: What?

Lip: Don't start this.

Kev: Why not?

Lip: Because it's gonna turn into something stupid.

Mickey: It's already stupid.

Y/N leans against the counter, watching this unfold.

She already knows where this is going.

Y/N: What's the bet?

Lip looks at her immediately.

Lip: No.

Y/N: What?

Lip: Don't encourage it.

Y/N shrugs slightly.

Y/N: I'm just asking.

Kev points at her like she's on his side.

Kev: Thank you.

V: Don't drag her into this.

Carl steps forward.

Carl: I'm in.

Debbie: Same.

Mickey crosses his arms.

Mickey: This is a waste of time.

Pause.

Mickey: I'm in.

Lip sighs.

Lip: Of course you are.

All eyes turn to Y/N.

Y/N: ...fine.

Lip looks at her again.

Lip: You too?

Y/N: Just to prove a point.

Lip: Yeah, okay.

He leans back against the counter, arms crossed.

Lip: I'm not participating.

Mickey: You're scared.

Lip: I'm smart.

Kev claps his hands.

Kev: Alright, rules are simple.

Carl: There are no rules.

Kev: Exactly.

Mickey: This is already a disaster.

Round one.

Kev steps forward first.

Confident. Too confident.

Kev: Alright, kids, everyone sit down.

Nothing.

Jake runs past him.

Franny ignores him.

Liam keeps doing what he's doing.

Kev: Sit down.

Still nothing.

Kev looks back at everyone.

Kev: They didn't hear me.

Mickey: They heard you.

Kev: No, they didn't.

Mickey pushes past him.

Mickey: Move.

He steps forward.

Doesn't raise his voice.

Mickey: Sit.

The kids freeze.

Actually freeze.

Then, slowly they sit.

Kev: That's cheating.

Mickey: That's authority.

Carl steps in immediately.

Carl: Watch this.

He crouches slightly.

Carl: First one to sit gets candy.

Instant chaos.

All the kids dive toward the floor.

Pushing, yelling, tripping over each other.

Debbie: That does not count!

Carl: It worked!

Debbie: That's not listening, that's bribery!

Carl: Same thing!

Y/N steps forward.

Lip watches her now.

Because he knows.

Y/N: Hey.

The kids look at her.

Immediately.

Y/N: Sit down.

They sit.

Quiet.

No chaos.

No hesitation.

Silence.

Kev: Oh, come on.

Mickey: That's not fair.

Debbie: That's so annoying.

Carl: She cheated.

Y/N shrugs slightly.

Y/N: I didn't cheat.

Lip lets out a small breath.

Lip: Yeah... that tracks.

Mickey points at her.

Mickey: You're not allowed to play anymore.

Kev: Yeah, you're disqualified.

Y/N raises an eyebrow.

Y/N: Why?

Carl: Because you're too good.

Debbie: It's unfair.

There's a pause.

Then something shifts.

Y/N leans back against the counter.

Crosses her arms.

Y/N: You know what? Fine.

Lip looks at her.

Lip: What does that mean?

Y/N: I'm done being the responsible one today.

Carl: What?

Mickey: Oh no.

Kev: Oh, this just got interesting.

Y/N pushes off the counter.

Walks past them.

Y/N: I'm switching sides.

She drops down next to Carl.

Y/N: What are we doing?

Carl grins immediately.

Carl: Causing problems.

Y/N: Good.

Lip stares at her.

Lip: You're serious?

Y/N looks at him over her shoulder.

Y/N: Very.

Mickey starts laughing.

Mickey: I like this.

Debbie: This is a bad idea.

Kev: This is the best idea.

Chaos builds fast.

Carl teaching Jake something he shouldn't.

Mickey encouraging it.

Kev trying to regain control and failing.

Debbie yelling at everyone.

Y/N?

Laughing.

Actually laughing.

Not fixing anything.

Not stopping anything.

Just... being part of it.

Lip watches her the whole time.

Then finally he walks over.

Stands behind her.

Lip: This is gonna end badly.

Y/N tilts her head back slightly to look at him.

There's a small smile on her face.

Y/N: Let it.

And for once she does.

And the house?

Falls apart exactly the way it always does.

Loud.

Messy.

Uncontrolled.

But this time, Y/N isn't holding it together.

And somehow, Lip doesn't try to stop her.

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Locked Out

The front door clicks shut.

No one notices at first.

Why would they?

The house is loud with kids running, voices overlapping, something playing on the TV that no one is actually watching.

It's normal. Until it's not.

Y/N is the first one to step outside, Jake on her hip, trying to get a second of fresh air.

Jake is half-talking, half-babbling into her shoulder.

Jake: Mama... outside.

Y/N: Yeah, baby. Just for a minute.

She steps onto the porch. The door swings shut behind her.

A few seconds later Lip walks out after her, rubbing the back of his neck.

Lip: It's loud as hell in there.

Y/N glances at him.

Y/N: You live here.

Lip: Yeah, doesn't mean I like it.

He leans against the railing, looking out at nothing in particular.

Jake shifts in Y/N's arms, reaching for Lip.

Jake: Dada.

Lip: Come here, buddy.

He takes him without thinking, settling him against his chest.

Then Debbie comes out.

Debbie: Oh my god, I needed—

The door shuts behind her too. Then Carl. Then Kev. Then V. Then Mickey and Ian.

It happens naturally. One by one. No one thinking about it.

Until, Lip turns back toward the door.

Reaches for the handle.

Opens it and there is nothing.

He frowns. Tries again.

Still locked.

Lip: ...who locked the door?

Carl: Not me.

Debbie: I didn't touch it.

Kev: I thought someone was still inside.

V: Everyone came out.

Mickey: That's your first mistake.

Lip tries again.

Harder. Locked.

Lip: You're kidding.

Y/N steps closer.

Y/N: Let me see.

She tries. Nothing.

Jake is still in Lip's arms, completely unbothered.

Jake: Outside.

Lip: Yeah, we're stuck outside.

Kev looks around immediately.

Kev: I can break the window.

V: No.

Kev: Just one window.

V: No.

Kev: A small window.

V: KEV.

Carl is already walking toward the side of the house.

Carl: There's a window in the kitchen I can fit through.

Lip: You are not climbing through a window.

Carl: I've done worse.

Mickey: That's not comforting.

Y/N exhales, sitting down on the steps.

She takes Jake from Lip and puts him on her lap.

Y/N: Okay. No one panic.

Mickey: I'm not panicking.

Kev: I'm thinking.

Mickey: That's worse.

Ian leans against the wall, watching all of them.

Ian: How does this even happen?

Lip runs a hand through his hair.

Lip: Because no one in this house thinks ahead.

Y/N looks up at him.

Y/N: You live here too.

Lip pauses.

Lip: Yeah, alright.

There's a moment.

Then from inside a loud crash is heard outside.

Everyone freezes.

Debbie: What was that?

Carl: That sounded expensive.

Y/N stands immediately.

Y/N: Okay, now we panic.

Lip: Yeah.

Kev doesn't wait this time.

He grabs something from near the porch.

V: Kev—

Too late. Glass shatters.

Mickey: Nice.

Kev: We're in.

Lip: We're also broke now.

They all rush inside and stop.

The living room looks fine.

Lip: ...why does this feel worse?

Carl is already heading upstairs.

Carl: If something's broken, I wanna see it.

Y/N follows, Jake back in her arms.

Lip right behind her.

They reach the top of the stairs and stop.

The walls. Covered. Marker. Crayon. Lines. Scribbles. Circles. Chaos. Liam is standing there. Frozen.

Franny next to him. Amy and Jemma sitting on the floor.

Liam: ...it wasn't just me.

Franny: It kinda was.

Y/N just stares.

Then laughs.

She can't help it.

Y/N: Oh my god.

Lip looks at the walls.

Then at the kids.

Then at her.

Lip: We leave for five minutes.

Y/N: Five minutes.

Mickey walks up behind them.

Mickey: I'm going back outside.

Kev: Worth it.

V: No, it's not.

Jake points at the wall.

Jake: Art.

That's it.

Y/N laughs again, shaking her head.

Lip looks at her, really looks at her, and smirks slightly.

Lip: Yeah... that tracks.

And just like that, the house is loud again.

Messy again. Normal again.

And somehow, still theirs.

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No One Home Part 3*

Content Warning: Smut

Lip's mouth found hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

His tongue slid against hers as his hand pushed the robe completely open, baring her body to his gaze.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes traveling slowly down her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach.

Lip: Fuck, you're beautiful.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Y/N's breath hitched as his mouth worked its way down her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.

He sucked gently at her collarbone, then moved lower, his tongue tracing a path between her breasts.

When his mouth closed over her left nipple, Y/N's back arched off the bed.

He circled the hardened peak with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth, sucking firmly.

His fingers found her other nipple, rolling and pinching it gently, making her gasp.

Y/N: Lip...

She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, licking, sucking, nipping until she was writhing beneath him.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

Y/N: You still have your clothes on.

Lip pulled back, his eyes dark with want.

He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head in one motion, tossing it aside.

His jeans followed, then his boxers.

He moved back over her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight.

His mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply as one hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs.

His fingers found her wet and ready.

Lip: Already so wet for me.

He murmured against her lips.

Y/N: Lip, please.

She begged.

He grinned, then began kissing his way down her body.

His tongue traced a wet line down her sternum, over her belly button, stopping just above her mound.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, then lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against her clit made Y/N cry out.

He licked her slowly, deliberately, savouring the taste of her.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he buried his face between her legs.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and she bucked against his face.

Y/N: Oh god, Lip, right there.

She gasped, her hips grinding against his mouth.

He worked her expertly, alternating between broad licks and precise flicks of his tongue.

His fingers slid inside her, curling upward, finding that spot that made her see stars.

Lip: Come for me.

He said, his voice muffled against her flesh.

That was all it took.

Y/N's orgasm crashed through her, her body shuddering as she cried out his name.

Lip kept licking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she was panting and limp beneath him.

He crawled up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck.

His mouth found hers, and she could taste herself on his lips.

Y/N: Your turn.

She whispered, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his cock.

He groaned, his forehead dropping to hers.

Lip: Fuck, Y/N.

She guided him to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust to his size.

When he was fully buried inside her, he paused, both of them breathing hard.

He began to thrust, slow and deep at first.

His hips rocked against hers, each stroke hitting deep inside her.

Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

Y/N: Harder.

She begged.

He obliged, picking up the pace.

The bed creaked beneath them as he drove into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

She moaned his name over and over.

Y/N: Lip, Lip, yes, right there, don't stop.

He leaned down and captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans as he fucked her.

His hand found her clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts.

She was climbing again, the second orgasm building faster than the first.

He buried his face in her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he thrusted into her.

She shattered around him, her walls clenching as she came.

The feeling of her orgasm triggered his own, and he groaned her name as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering through the release.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily, sweaty and satisfied.

He kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her lips, soft, lazy kisses.

Lip: I love you.

He murmured against her mouth.

Y/N: I love you too.

She replied, smiling.

They lay there for a moment, tangled together, the only sound their slowing breaths.

Lip pulled out gently and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so her head rested on his chest.

Y/N: That was...

She started.

Lip: Amazing.

He finished.

She laughed softly.

Y/N: Yeah.

They stayed like that for another minute, basking in the afterglow.

Then they heard it. The front door slammed open.

Voices poured into the house.

Ian's distinct laugh, Mickey's gruff muttering.

Debbie's chatter, Carl's loud complaints.

Then V's voice, and Kev's booming laugh.

And Frank's slurred commentary.

The kids' feet pounded through the living room.

Jake: Mama! Dada!

Jake's voice called out from downstairs.

Lip and Y/N froze, eyes wide.

Lip: Shit.

Lip whispered.

They scrambled off the bed, grabbing clothes frantically.

Y/N pulled her robe back on, but her hair was a tangled mess.

Lip yanked on his jeans, not bothering with his shirt.

He ran a hand through his hair, only making it worse.

Y/N: I look like I just got fucked.

She muttered, while trying to fix her own hair as well.

Lip: You did.

Lip shot back, trying to smooth down his own wild hair.

They could hear Jake calling again, and then Franny's voice

Franny: Where's Uncle Lip and Aunt Y/N?

Mickey: Probably hiding.

Mickey said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lip unlocked the door and they both hurried down the stairs, trying to look casual.

They failed.

Everyone was gathered in the living room.

Ian, Mickey, Debbie, Carl, Kev, V, and Frank were all standing or sitting, and they all turned to look at the couple as they came down the stairs.

The kids, Jake, Franny, Liam, Amy, and Jemma were already running around the room, chasing each other.

But the adults noticed.

They noticed the wild hair on both Lip and Y/N.

They noticed Lip was shirtless, his jeans only half-buttoned.

They noticed Y/N's robe was hastily tied, her face still flushed.

Ian was the first to crack a grin.

Ian: Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

Lip: What?

Lip said, too quickly.

Lip: We were just... napping.

Mickey: Napping, right. Sure. Napping.

Mickey repeated, a laugh already building in his chest.

Debbie smirked.

Debbie: Your hair says otherwise, Lip.

Y/N: It's messy from sleeping.

Y/N tried.

Kev snorted.

Kev: Sleeping. Yeah, that's one word for it.

V crossed her arms, a knowing smile on her face.

V: So that's why you wanted us to take Jake for the afternoon.

Mickey: Just admit you got laid.

Mickey said bluntly.

Mickey: We all know. Your face is still red, Gallagher.

Lip's jaw tightened.

Lip: I don't know what you're talking about.

Frank, who had been observing with a sly look, took a long sip of whatever was in his cup, walked up to Lip and clapped him on the shoulder.

Frank: Son, I've been having sex longer than you've been alive. I know a post glow when I see one.

Y/N buried her face in her hands, mortified.

Lip wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

Lip: Alright, you got us. Happy?

He admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

Ian: Very. About time you two had some privacy.

Ian said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Mickey snickered.

Mickey: Could hear you from the street. Might wanna invest in a soundproof door.

Y/N: We were not that loud.

Y/N protested.

Carl: You were.

Carl said, deadpan.

Even the kids seemed to pick up on the tension.

Franny ran up to Y/N and tugged on her robe.

Franny: Aunt Y/N, why is your hair funny?

Y/N crouched down.

Y/N: Because I had a nap, sweetie.

Franny: A really good nap?

Franny asked innocently.

Mickey burst out laughing.

Mickey: Yeah, kid. A really, really good nap.

Lip groaned, but he was smiling.

Lip: Okay, that's enough. Everyone out of the living room. We need coffee.

Mickey: Sure you don't need a cigarette first?

Mickey called as Lip dragged Y/N toward the kitchen.

The room erupted in laughter. Even Frank cracked a smile.

As Lip and Y/N disappeared into the kitchen, V shook her head, still grinning.

V: Those two. They're hopeless.

Mickey: Hopelessly horny.

Mickey corrected, and they all laughed again, the sound filling the warm, messy, beautiful chaos of the Gallagher house.

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No One Home Part 2

The house fell quiet after everyone left.

Kev had gone to the bar.

Frank had wandered off to wherever Frank goes.

Ian and Mickey had headed out to run their own errands.

Debbie had taken Carl with her to do grocery shopping.

And V had taken Jake, Franny, Liam, Amy, and Jemma to her and Kev's house, promising to bring Jake, Franny and Liam back in a few hours.

The front door clicked shut, and suddenly the Gallagher house felt different.

Lip settled onto the couch, flipping through TV channels with the remote.

He found a sports highlights show and leaned back, one arm draped over the back of the couch, his phone pressed to his ear.

Lip: Yeah, I know, Brad. I told you, I'll call the guy tomorrow. It's my day off, alright?

He laughed into the phone.

Lip: No, I'm not ignoring you. I just... no, I'm listening. Yeah, the Milwaukee job.

Upstairs, Y/N was in Jake's room, straightening the sheets on his bed and folding the tiny pajamas she'd taken off the drying rack.

She smoothed the soft fabric and placed them in the dresser drawer, then paused.

An idea flickered in her mind.

A wicked, playful idea.

She walked across the hall to the room she shared with Lip.

Quietly, she closed the door behind her.

She slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor.

Naked, she reached for the cotton robe hanging on the back of the door and pulled it on, tying the belt loosely at her waist.

Then she picked up her bra, a simple black lace one and held it in her hand.

She walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the top of the stairs.

She paused at the halfway point, peering down into the living room.

There was Lip, stretched out on the couch, phone to his ear, his voice low and casual.

Y/N: Lip?

He didn't respond. Just kept talking to Brad.

Y/N: Lip.

She said again, a little louder.

Nothing. She smirked.

Slowly, deliberately, she untied the front of her robe.

She let the fabric fall open, revealing her naked body from collarbone to thighs.

She stood there for a moment, letting the cool air brush her skin.

Then she lifted her bra and tossed it.

The black lace flew through the air, landing on Lip's lap.

He looked down, confused, picking up the bra.

He stopped mid-sentence.

Lip: Brad, I gotta call you back.

He hung up without waiting for a reply.

He turned off the TV and stared at the bra in his hands.

Then he recognized it.

He turned around slowly, and there she was.

Y/N. Standing on the stairs, robe wide open, bare skin glowing in the morning light that streamed through the front window.

A lazy, knowing smile curved her lips.

Lip's face broke into a grin that was equal parts surprise and hunger.

Y/N gave him one more second to look at her, then she closed her robe and tied it closed quickly.

She turned and bolted back up the steps.

Lip: Hey!

Lip's voice was thick with laughter.

Without hesitation, he stepped onto the couch and launched himself over the back of it, his socked feet hitting the floor running as he pounded up the stairs after her.

Y/N was fast, but Lip was faster.

Just as she passed Debbie's room door, his hands caught her waist from behind.

He spun her around, and with a grunt of effort, hoisted her over his shoulder.

She let out a shriek of laughter, dangling upside down as he held her with one arm.

His other hand still holding her bra.

Y/N: Put me down!

She giggled, smacking his back.

Lip: Nope.

Lip walked the few steps to their bedroom door, pushed it open, and carried her inside.

He tossed her gently onto the bed.

She bounced on the mattress, still laughing, her robe falling open again.

Lip tossed her bra aside, it landed on the dresser.

Then turned and locked the door.

He climbed onto the bed, settling over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

His knees bracketed her hips, and he looked down at her with dark, amused eyes.

Y/N: I was just trying to get your attention.

She said, her voice breathless.

Lip: Well, it did work.

Y/N bit her lower lip.

Y/N: You know, someone might come home. Or V might drop the kids off early.

Lip lowered himself, his chest brushing hers, his lips hovering just above her ear.

Lip: No one's coming home right now.

His voice dropped, rough and warm.

Lip: And V knows better than to interrupt us.

Y/N shivered.

His hand found her thigh, slid up under the robe, fingers warm against her skin.

Lip: You planned this.

He murmured.

Y/N: Maybe.

His mouth is trailing down her neck.

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No One Home Part 1

The Gallagher household was buzzing with activity far earlier than usual.

The smell of sizzling bacon and pancakes filled the air, mixing with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Kev, V, and their twins Amy and Jemma had arrived just as everyone was stumbling downstairs, and now the kitchen was packed with Gallaghers, Kev, V and their kids.

Lip stood at the stove, expertly flipping golden-brown pancakes onto a growing stack on the warm plate beside him.

Beside him, Y/N was tending to the bacon, using tongs to turn the strips as they crackled and popped.

Debbie: Hey, make sure those aren't too greasy.

Debbie called out as she poured cereal into bowls for the kids.

Lip: I've made pancakes before, Debs. I know what I'm doing.

Ian was at the coffeemaker, pouring cups for the adults.

He handed one to Mickey, who was standing near the counter looking grumpy but holding a spoon, ready to prepare Jake's breakfast because Y/N had asked him to help.

Mickey: Why do I gotta make the kid's food?

Mickey grumbled.

Ian: Because you're family, and that's what family does.

Ian replied, pressing a quick kiss to Mickey's temple before moving on.

Carl and Liam were setting the table, stacking plates and arranging silverware.

Carl kept trying to flick a fork at Liam when no one was looking, but Liam was too quick for him.

Frank had already claimed his spot on the worn-out couch, TV remote in one hand, coffee mug in the other, watching some morning news segment with disinterest.

He didn't offer to help. Nobody expected him to.

Kev had settled into a chair, one twin on each knee as they babbled happily.

V was beside him, sipping the coffee Ian had handed her.

V: Smells good in here.

V said, smiling at the organized chaos.

V: Better than our place this morning. Kev burnt the toast.

Kev: I was distracted!

Kev protested.

V: By what? The toaster?

The room erupted in laughter just as a small voice cut through the noise from upstairs.

Jake: Mama! Dada!

Everyone paused mid-motion, looking toward the stairs.

Jake was awake.

Lip wiped his hands on a towel and turned to Y/N.

Lip: I've got him. You finish the bacon.

Y/N nodded, smiling as she watched Lip head out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

She could hear his footsteps creaking on the old wooden steps as he made his way to Jake's room.

Upstairs, Lip pushed open the door to the toddler's room, and his heart swelled at the sight.

Jake was standing in his toddler bed, gripping the railing, his sleep sack wrinkled around his little legs.

His messy dark hair stuck up in every direction, and his face lit up the moment he saw his dad.

Lip: There's my boy.

Jake: Dada!

Jake reached up with chubby arms, bouncing on his toes.

Lip scooped him up, lifting him high enough to kiss his cheek, then pulled him close.

Jake giggled, wrapping his arms around Lip's neck.

Lip: Did you sleep good, buddy?

Jake nodded, then looked around the room.

Jake: Mama?

Lip: She's downstairs, making breakfast.

Lip said, carrying him over to the changing table.

Lip: Let's get you cleaned up first, huh?

Lip laid Jake down gently on the padded table.

He unzipped the sleep sack and slid it off, then efficiently changed the wet diaper.

Jake wiggled and babbled the whole time, occasionally reaching up to grab at Lip's shirt.

Lip: Hold still for me, little man.

Lip chuckled, pulling a clean onesie and a pair of soft pants from the dresser.

He dressed Jake with practiced ease, then lifted him back into his arms.

Lip: Ready to see Mama?

Jake's face broke into a wide grin.

Jake: Mama!

Lip carried him out of the room and down the stairs, his footsteps careful and steady.

When they reached the bottom, he turned the corner into the kitchen, and Jake's eyes immediately found Y/N.

Jake: Mama!

Jake leaned forward, arms outstretched.

Y/N's face softened into a look of pure affection.

She set down the tongs and wiped her hands on her apron before reaching out.

Y/N: There's my baby! Come here, sweet boy.

Lip handed him over, and Y/N pressed kisses to Jake's cheeks and forehead, making silly sounds that made him laugh.

Y/N: Good morning, baby.

She murmured against his hair.

Y/N: Did you sleep well?

Jake babbled something incoherent but happy.

Everyone crowded around to greet the little boy.

Kev ruffled his hair.

V tickled his tummy.

The twins waved at him.

Ian offered him a small toy car that had been sitting on the counter.

Mickey even grunted a greeting.

Mickey: Hey, kid.

Mickey said, which was practically a declaration of love from him.

Debbie came over and squeezed Jake's foot.

Debbie: He's getting so big, Y/N. He looks more like Lip every day.

V: He's got your eyes, though.

V added, looking at Y/N.

Y/N smiled, feeling warmth spread through her chest.

Y/N: He's got the best of both of us.

She carried Jake over to his highchair, which Carl had already pulled up to the table.

She settled him in, strapped the safety harness, and clipped on his bib.

Then she took the bowl of oatmeal and mashed banana that Mickey had prepared and began feeding him small spoonfuls, making airplane noises that made Jake giggle between bites.

Y/N: Here we go, here comes the airplane! Open wide!

Jake opened his mouth obediently, and Y/N slipped the spoon in.

He chewed happily, banging his little hands on the tray.

Soon the whole family gathered around the table, plates piled with pancakes and bacon, cups of coffee and glasses of milk scattered between them.

The noise level rose as conversations overlapped, Kev telling a story about a customer at the bar.

Debbie complaining about her schedule.

Carl and Liam arguing over the last piece of bacon.

Frank had wandered over and grabbed a plate, eating while standing near the table, one eye still on the TV.

Amidst the chaos, Lip sat down beside Y/N and Jake.

He reached over and gently wiped a smear of oatmeal off Jake's chin, then caught Y/N's eye and smiled.

She smiled back, feeling that familiar warmth of being surrounded by family, loud, messy, imperfect, but hers.

Breakfast stretched on for another forty-five minutes, plates were cleared, dishes stacked in the sink, and gradually, people started peeling off to their own plans for the day.

Kev stood and stretched.

Kev: Alright, time for me to head to the bar. You good with the twins?

V nodded.

V: Yeah, we're gonna hang out for a bit longer. Actually, I was thinking...

She turned to Debbie, Y/N and Lip.

V: Do you mind if I take Jake with me to our place for the afternoon? Franny and Liam can come too, and the twins will love having more kids to play with. Give you two some time alone.

Y/N glanced at Lip, her eyebrow lifting slightly.

Lip shrugged, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

Lip: Sounds like a plan to me.

Debbie: Sure, Franny can go.

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Who Do You Go To First?

It starts small.

Like it always does.

Morning at the Gallagher house is loud, messy, and completely unorganised.

Carl is pacing around the living room.

Carl: I'm telling you, this is a problem.

Debbie: It's not a problem.

Carl: It is a problem!

Y/N is sitting on the couch, Jake next to her, half playing with a toy.

Y/N: What's the problem?

Carl immediately turns to her.

Carl: Okay, so—

Lip notices.

He's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching the whole thing.

Carl: If I do this, then technically—

Y/N: No, don't do that.

Carl: Why not?

Y/N: Because it's going to backfire.

Carl pauses.

Thinks about it.

Carl: ...yeah, that makes sense.

Debbie looks at him.

Debbie: You were just arguing with me about that.

Carl: Yeah, but she explained it better.

Lip raises an eyebrow.

A few minutes later, Debbie walks over to Y/N.

Debbie: Can you help me with something?

Lip looks up again.

Y/N: What is it?

Debbie: I don't know what to wear.

Lip scoffs lightly.

Lip: That's your emergency?

Debbie: Yes.

Y/N stands up anyway.

Y/N: Come on.

They walk off together.

Lip watches them go.

Suspicious now.

Then Liam walks in.

Liam: Y/N?

Lip straightens slightly.

Lip: I'm right here.

Liam: I need help with something.

Lip: Okay, what is it?

Liam looks at him.

Then looks past him.

Liam: I want Y/N to help me.

Lip turns.

Sees Y/N coming back.

Liam: Can you help me?

Y/N: Of course, bud.

They walk off together.

Lip just stands there.

Mickey walks in.

Mickey: Why do you look like that?

Lip: Like what?

Mickey: Like you're about to start something.

Lip: I'm not.

Mickey: You are.

Kev comes in next.

Kev: Y/N, quick question—

Lip cuts him off.

Lip: I'm right here.

Kev: Yeah, but she's better at explaining stuff.

Lip stares at him.

Kev: No offense.

Lip: That's offensive.

V walks in behind him.

V: Y/N—

Lip throws his hands up.

Lip: Oh my god.

Everyone pauses.

Looks at him.

Lip: Why does everyone go to her?

Silence for a second.

Mickey: Because she's helpful?

Ian: And patient.

Debbie: And actually listens.

Lip: I listen!

Everyone looks at him.

Carl: Not really.

Liam: You get distracted.

Mickey: You get annoyed.

Lip: I do not get annoyed.

Mickey: You're annoyed right now.

Lip runs a hand through his hair.

Lip: Okay, fine. Let's settle this.

Everyone groans.

Ian: This is not gonna go well.

Lip: Who do you go to first?

Silence.

Lip: Me or Y/N?

Mickey: This is stupid.

Lip: Answer the question.

Debbie shrugs.

Debbie: Y/N.

Carl: Y/N.

Liam: Y/N.

Kev: Y/N.

V: Y/N.

Ian hesitates for half a second.

Ian: ...Y/N.

Mickey: Y/N.

Lip just stands there.

Blinking.

Lip: ...seriously?

Frank, from the corner, not even looking up—

Frank: Y/N.

Lip: You don't even like anyone.

Frank: I like her.

Lip points at them.

Lip: You've all known me longer.

Mickey: And?

Lip: Way longer.

Ian: That's not helping your case.

Lip: She hasn't even been here as long as I have!

Debbie: That doesn't matter.

Carl: Yeah, it's about who's better.

Lip: Better?!

Y/N walks back in, holding Jake in her arms.

Y/N: What's going on?

Everyone goes quiet.

Mickey: We're voting.

Y/N: On what?

Lip crosses his arms.

Lip: Who people go to more. You or me.

Y/N looks confused.

Y/N: ...why?

Jake looks up at her.

Jake: Mama.

Lip looks at him.

Lip: Don't—

Jake smiles.

Jake: Mama.

Everyone laughs.

Lip points at him.

Lip: That doesn't count!

Y/N is trying not to laugh.

Lip: Answer again.

Everyone immediately says,

Debbie: Y/N.

Carl: Y/N.

Liam: Y/N.

Kev: Y/N.

V: Y/N.

Ian: Y/N.

Mickey: Y/N.

Frank: Y/N.

Lip exhales.

Lip: Unbelievable.

Y/N walks closer.

Y/N: Lip—

Lip: No, it's fine.

Y/N: It's not fine.

Lip: It's fine.

He's not actually mad.

Just a little hurt.

Y/N notices immediately.

She steps closer.

Y/N: Hey.

He looks at her.

Y/N: They go to me because I learned from you.

Lip frowns slightly.

Lip: What?

Y/N: You take care of everyone. You always have.

The room quiets.

Y/N: I just do it in a different way.

Lip softens.

Just a little.

Mickey: That was annoyingly nice.

Ian: Yeah.

Y/N smiles at him.

Y/N: They go to you too.

Lip: Not first.

Jake tugs on his leg.

Jake: Dada.

Lip looks down.

Jake: Help.

Lip pauses.

Then nods.

Lip: Yeah, alright.

Everyone watches.

But he's smiling.

And Y/N?

She's smiling too.

Because she knows he didn't really lose.

They just trust both of them.

In different ways.

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NINE

Content Warning: Swearing

The morning doesn't start loud. It starts quiet. Too quiet. The light hits first. Soft. Pale. Slipping through the thin gap in the curtains and landing across Y/N's face like it's testing her, like it's asking if she's ready yet.

She isn't. Not really. Her eyes open slowly, blinking against it, staring up at the ceiling for a second longer than necessary. There's a weight sitting on her chest, not panic, not dread. Just... something. Something that feels like everything is about to change.

And she knows it. Before anything even happens. She exhales, pushing herself up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders. The apartment is quiet. No voices. No chaos. No kitchen noise. Not yet. Her fingers drag through her hair as she stands, walking toward the bathroom, turning the tap on. Water runs. She stares at herself in the mirror.

Y/N: ...yeah. Today's gonna be one of those days.

No smile. Just truth.

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By the time Y/N steps into The Bear, it's already chaos. Not the bad kind. The rebuilding kind. The kind that feels like something's being torn down and rebuilt at the same time. And in the middle of it, is Carmy. Running on nothing but momentum and stress.

Fak: It's a facelift, it's not a gut.

Richie: Bear, it is a facelift and a gut.

Sydney: Hey.

Y/N leans against the doorway for a second, arms crossed, just watching. Carmy doesn't see her yet. Of course he doesn't. He's already spiraling.

Sydney: How's my budget looking?

Richie: Great.

Fak: Not good.

Richie: Shitty.

Carmy snaps.

Carmy: Alright. fuck this. Watch.

Now he sees her. Just for a second. Their eyes meet. And something steadies. Barely.

Carmy: The Bear, alright? We have equipment that works.

He gestures wildly.

Carmy: That's a great start, everybody. Zero.

Y/N exhales quietly, stepping further in, grabbing a pen off the counter without asking. She slides in beside Sydney.

Y/N: You're missing at least ten grand already.

Sydney glances at her.

Sydney: Thank you.

Y/N: You're welcome.

Carmy keeps going, faster now.

Carmy: Then we have a deep clean—

Sydney: Very.

Carmy: Very deep clean and drywall insulation.

Y/N scribbles numbers.

Y/N: Add labour.

Carmy: Tables, chairs—

Sydney: The fridge is still fucked and the gas line—

Fak: The fryer is fucked.

Y/N mutters under her breath—

Y/N: Everything's fucked.

Carmy hears it. A tiny breath of a laugh leaves him. And then he's back in it.

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Time skips in fragments. Voices overlap. Numbers stack. Problems multiply. Later the noise dips just enough. Y/N finds Carmy in his office. Richie's voice echoes.

Richie: Yo, you ever think about purpose?

She doesn't interrupt. She listens.

Richie: What's my purpose, homie?

Carmy: Your shirt says "Original Berf."

Y/N huffs a quiet laugh.

Richie: It's a printing mistake.

Carmy: Collector's item.

But then, Richie gets real. And the room shifts.

Richie: I'm afraid one day, I'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna... drop this ass.

Silence. Y/N watches Carmy carefully.

Carmy: Richie, I'm not gonna drop this ass.

There's something in his voice. Something raw. Y/N feels it. Because she knows he says things like that. But he doesn't always believe them.

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Y/N steps in beside Carmy as Sydney talks.

Sydney: Gas is off until hoods and overheads pass the new fire suppression test.

Carmy: Fuck.

Y/N: Yeah. That tracks.

Their shoulders brush. Neither of them moves away. CRASH. A wall breaks. Everyone freezes.

Sydney: Good morning.

Y/N stares.

Y/N: ...of course that happened.

Richie: Why'd you tear Fenway?

Y/N: That's not even the problem right now, Rich.

But Carmy, he's already moving. Already thinking. Already breaking.

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Later the restaurant empties out slowly. One by one. Until it's just stillness. Y/N leans against the counter. Carmy stands across from her. For the first time all day, they're not moving.

Y/N: Weird, right?

Carmy nods.

Carmy: Very.

A beat.

Y/N: It's too quiet.

Carmy: Yeah.

Silence stretches. Not uncomfortable. Just... full.

Y/N: You gonna go home?

Carmy: I don't know.

Y/N watches him. Really watches him.

Y/N: You don't stop, do you?

He lets out a quiet breath.

Carmy: I don't know how to.

That lands. Hard. She steps a little closer. Not dramatic. Just enough.

Y/N: You don't have to fix everything tonight.

Carmy looks at her. There it is again. That look. Like she's the only thing cutting through the noise.

Carmy: Feels like I do.

Y/N: Yeah.

A beat.

Y/N: But you don't.

Silence.

Their proximity shifts. Closer now. Not accidental. Not fully intentional either.

Outside, the train rattles past. Inside, everything feels like it's holding its breath.

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Carmy: Six months is too long.

Y/N tilts her head.

Y/N: Yeah.

Carmy: We need to open this shit ASAP.

Y/N nods.

Y/N: Heard.

He glances at her.

Carmy: Is this a terrible idea?

She doesn't even hesitate.

Y/N: Absolutely.

A beat.

Y/N: Let's do it anyway.

And that. That's the moment. Something shifts.

Not the restaurant. Not the plan. Them. Carmy exhales. A real one this time.

Carmy: Cool.

Y/N smirks slightly.

Y/N: Cool.

And just like that, the chaos isn't over. It's just beginning. But this time. He's not standing in it alone.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed.

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EIGHT

Content Warning: Swearing

The noise comes before anything else. Knives hitting boards. Oil snapping in pans. Orders being called. Movement. Heat. Chaos. And Carmy standing in the middle of it like he's about to drown. But that's not where it starts.

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Carmy: Welcome back to The Bear.

His voice sounds wrong. Forced. Like it doesn't belong to him.

Carmy: Today we're making beef braciole.

His hands move, but there's no feeling in them.

Carmy: My brother, Mike, made this every Sunday.

A beat.

Carmy: My brother... was addicted to painkillers

The air shifts.

Carmy: And he blew his head off

Everything cracks.

Carmy: No note. No goodbye

His breathing starts to pick up.

Carmy: Just left me the restaurant

The knife slips in his hand.

Carmy: I'm fucking this up

The walls feel like they're closing in.

Carmy: I can't do this

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Y/N: Carmen.

The world snaps back. Real noise. Real heat. Real chaos. Y/N is right in front of him. Close. Steady. Grounding.

Y/N: Hey. Look at me.

He does. Barely.

Y/N: You're good. You're here.

His chest rises too fast.

Y/N: Breathe.

He follows it. Not perfectly. But enough. For a second, everything else fades. It's just them. Then Richie yells.

Richie: Yo! We good or what?

And it's gone. Carmy steps back.

Carmy: Yeah. We're good.

Y/N watches him for a second longer. She doesn't believe him. But she lets it go. For now.

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Later, the kitchen moves, but something feels off. Like everyone's trying to act normal after something broke. Carmy is quieter. Sharper. On edge. Y/N notices everything. Even the things he thinks he hides.

Carmy: We're closed for dinner. Bachelor party.

Richie: Fuck that.

Fak: What kind of bachelor party?

Richie: The annoying kind.

Y/N huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she keeps working.

Carmy moves past her too fast.

Y/N: You gonna crash again or you good?

Carmy: I'm good.

Y/N: Yeah. That's convincing.

He pauses. Just for a second. Then keeps walking. But that second? That's new.

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Everything is moving again. Faster now. Messier. Y/N is balancing three things at once, stepping around Richie, grabbing supplies before anyone asks. Carmy watches her for a second. Just a second. Then looks away.

Carmy leans against the counter, staring at nothing. Y/N walks up beside him. Doesn't say anything at first. Just stands there. Close.

Y/N: You're doing that thing again.

Carmy: What thing?

Y/N: Where you disappear while still standing here.

A beat. He exhales.

Carmy: I don't know how to not do that.

That's honest. Y/N glances at him.

Y/N: Then don't fix it all at once.

He looks at her.

Y/N: Just stay a little longer each time.

Something soft settles between them. Carmy nods. Small. But it counts.

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Later. The restaurant feels wrong without Richie. Too quiet in all the wrong places. Y/N leans against the counter, arms crossed.

Y/N: He'll be fine.

Carmy: Yeah.

But he doesn't sound convinced. Neither of them does. Time passes. Work continues. Because it always does. Marcus returns. Tina keeps things steady. Fak talks too much. And Carmy? Carmy keeps moving. Because if he stops he'll feel it.

In the back room there is dust in the air. Old boxes stacked high. Carmy rips one open. Tomato cans. Y/N steps in behind him.

Y/N: What is this?

Carmy grabs a can opener. Opens one.

Sauce pours out and then money. They both freeze.

Y/N: No way.

He opens another. More money. Another. More. Faster now. Hands shaking.

Carmy: He knew.

His voice cracks. Y/N steps closer.

Y/N: Knew what?

Carmy: That it could work.

His breathing shifts. Not panic. Something else.

Carmy: He just couldn't stay.

Silence. Heavy. Y/N doesn't move away. Doesn't speak right away. She just stays.

Y/N: You did.

That lands. Hard. Carmy looks at her. Really looks at her.

Carmy: Yeah.

A beat.

Carmy: I did.

They're close now. Too close to pretend it's nothing. For a second it feels like something might finally happen. Like he might say something real. Like she might step closer.

But Richie interrupts.

Richie: Yo! You guys seeing this?!

And it breaks. Again.

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The kitchen is alive. But different now. Lighter. Like something shifted. Like something finally clicked into place. Carmy stands in the middle of it. Not drowning this time. Y/N steps beside him. Shoulder brushing his. This time not accidental.

Y/N: So what now, Chef?

He exhales. Looks around. Then at her.

Carmy: Now we fix it.

She nods. Small smile.

Y/N: Let it rip?

A quiet breath of a laugh escapes him.

Carmy: Yeah.

Their eyes meet. And this time, he doesn't look away.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed.

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SEVEN

Content Warning: Swearing

The radio crackled softly through the restaurant, filling the space with something calm. Too calm. Y/N stood at the stainless steel counter, fingers lightly resting against the edge as she listened, her eyes drifting across the kitchen. Everyone was moving, but not fully. Not yet. It was that strange in-between moment. Before everything went wrong.

Radio Host: Thank God you found us at 93.1 FM WXRT. I'm Lin Brehmer, your best friend in the whole world. It's great to be alive.

Y/N exhaled slowly, grabbing a towel and wiping her hands as she glanced toward Carmy Berzatto. He was already tense. Shoulders tight. Movements sharp. Eyes somewhere else entirely.

Radio Host: This is Sufjan Stevens. This is Chicago.

The music swelled gently through the room. Soft. Almost hopeful. And completely misleading. Twenty minutes to open. Everything shifted.

Carmy: Twenty minutes to open, Chefs.

The kitchen snapped into motion. Y/N moved quickly, brushing past him.

Y/N: Behind.

Their shoulders bumped. Just slightly. But it lingered. Neither of them acknowledged it. Across the kitchen, Ebra stood holding a printed page like it meant something more than it should.

Ebra: Oh, you'll like this part, Carmy. You'll like this part.

Carmy didn't look up.

Carmy: Chef, stop reading that shit. We got a lot to do today.

But Ebra kept going anyway.

Ebra: The Beef of Chicagoland... once reliable... now elevated. Elegant.

That word hung in the air. Y/N paused for half a second. Elevated.

Ebra: The standout dish... risotto with braised beef.

Everything slowed. Then stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly. Sydney froze. Richie blinked. And Carmy finally looked up. Richie leaned forward like he'd just been personally attacked.

Richie: Why's he talking about risotto? We don't have risotto on the menu.

Sydney stepped in quickly, already defensive.

Sydney: I gave a dish to a customer. I didn't know who he was.

Silence. Y/N's eyes flicked to Carmy. Watching him think. Watching him calculate. Carmy rubbed his face, exhaling through his nose.

Carmy: It's fine. It's good. Not weird.

Sydney nodded quickly.

Sydney: Right. Yeah. Not weird.

Y/N didn't say anything. But she didn't fully believe that either. The energy in the kitchen shifted. Not loud. Not obvious. But tighter. Like something had just been set in motion. Fifteen minutes to open.

Carmy: Fifteen minutes to open, Chefs.

All: Yes, Chef.

Y/N moved faster now, grabbing what she needed, keeping her head down. But her attention kept drifting. Back to Carmy. Back to Sydney. Back to the tablet sitting on the counter. Something about it felt off.

Carmy clapped his hands once.

Carmy: Alright, listen up. To-go goes live in ten. Let's count off.

The responses came sharp and automatic.

Sydney: Twenty-five salads all day, Chef.

Tina: Thirty-two chickens all day, Chef.

Ebra: One hundred beef, Chef.

Richie, without missing a beat.

Richie: Sixty-nine all day, Chef.

Y/N rolled her eyes slightly, a quiet breath leaving her. Some things really never changed.

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Carmy's attention snapped across the kitchen.

Carmy: Marcus.

A beat. Marcus didn't answer right away. He was still focused on the donuts. Still.

Y/N frowned slightly, watching him.

Carmy: Marcus, if you're still messing with those donuts, I'm gonna fuck your day up. You hear me?

Marcus: Yes, Chef.

But he didn't stop. And Y/N noticed. That was going to matter. Ten minutes to open. Carmy turned back to Sydney.

Carmy: We good?

A pause.

Sydney: Yes, Chef.

Y/N glanced between them. They weren't. Not even close.

Then—

Sydney: Chef.

Carmy: What?

Sydney hesitated. Just slightly. But it was enough. Y/N felt it immediately. That drop in her stomach.

Sydney: I left the preorder option open.

Silence. Heavy. Immediate.

Richie: What does that mean?

Sydney swallowed.

Sydney: That means we have 255 beef sandwiches, 54 chickens, 99 fries... due in eight minutes.

Everything stopped. Then everything exploded.

Carmy: Fuck!

Movement hit all at once. Fast. Loud. Overlapping.

Carmy: Chefs, go to the walk-in, get all the cooked beef. Slice it, put it in jus, now!

All: Yes, Chef!

Carmy: Tina, fire every chicken we have!

Tina: Yes, Chef!

Carmy: Richie, fries!

Richie: I know how to do fries!

Carmy: Then do them!

Y/N moved instantly. No hesitation. Grabbing containers, sliding into position, voice cutting through the noise.

Y/N: Okay, listen, separate everything. Wet, hot, sweet. Keep it organized or we're screwed.

For a split second, Carmy looked at her. And she looked back. In the middle of the chaos, they locked eyes. It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was sharp. Familiar. Like instinct kicking in. Like muscle memory. Carmy nodded once.

Carmy: Do it.

That was all. But it was enough. Y/N turned immediately.

Y/N: Louie, with me. Label everything. Don't mix anything up.

Louie: Got it!

Y/N: Sweeps, bags, sharpie, now.

Sweeps: Yes, Chef!

The kitchen roared to life. Louder than before. Faster than before. Messier. More dangerous. And underneath all of it, everything was starting to crack. This was how it began. The noise didn't settle. It multiplied. Orders overlapping. Voices clashing. Metal hitting metal. Heat rising faster than anyone could keep up with.

Y/N moved through it like she'd been here before. Because she had. But this? This was different.

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Five minutes to open. The tickets kept printing. More. And more. And more.

Carmy: We're firing 76 beefs, 34 chickens, now! Twelve fries, twelve mash, now!

All: Yes, Chef!

Y/N grabbed a stack of bags, hands moving fast, eyes scanning everything at once. Something was off. Everything was off. Marcus was still at his station. Still. Working on the donuts. Carmy turned. And snapped.

Carmy: Marcus, what the fuck are you doing?

Marcus didn't even look up properly.

Marcus: I'm close. I figured it out—

Carmy cut him off, stepping forward.

Carmy: Why are you fucking with me?

The kitchen went quieter for half a second. Not silent. But enough to feel it. Y/N glanced over. This was bad.

Marcus: It doesn't make a difference right now—

Carmy: It does make a difference!

His voice cracked through the kitchen, sharp and uncontrolled.

Carmy: Get the fuck back to work!

Marcus froze. Then stepped back. Y/N exhaled slowly, dragging her focus back to her station. Keep moving. Don't get stuck in it. Behind her, Richie's voice cut through. Louder. Annoyed. Already on edge.

Richie: You didn't say corner!

Sydney turned sharply.

Sydney: Fuck you, Richie!

Richie: Don't talk to me like that!

Sydney: Then get out of my fucking way!

Y/N's grip tightened on the counter. There it was. The crack turning into something bigger. Richie stepped closer, frustration spilling over.

Richie: This is your bullshit! You fucked us today!

Sydney laughed once, sharp and bitter.

Sydney: My bullshit? You don't even know what you're doing half the time!

Richie: Oh, here we go—

Sydney: No, you know what? You stand around, you talk, you slow everything down—

Richie: I slow everything down?

Sydney: Yes! You do!

The kitchen split. Half working. Half watching. Y/N stepped in slightly, voice firm.

Y/N: Enough. Both of you, focus.

Neither of them listened.

Richie: What's your angle, huh? You bring in all this new shit, all these people—

Sydney: It's called business!

Richie: No, it's called ruining this place!

Sydney stepped forward.

Sydney: This place was already broken!

The words hit. Hard.

Richie: You don't get to say that.

Sydney: I do when I'm the one trying to fix it!

Richie: You're not fixing anything!

Y/N moved between stations, grabbing containers, trying to keep the flow alive. But her eyes kept flicking back. Because this wasn't just noise anymore. This was personal. Sydney's voice dropped. Colder now. Sharper.

Sydney: You're a fucking loser, Richie.

Everything stopped. Richie blinked. Once. Like he didn't process it at first. Sydney didn't stop.

Sydney: You can't do anything. You waste space here.

Richie: Watch your mouth.

Sydney: No, you watch yours.

Y/N stepped forward again, more force this time.

Y/N: Sydney.

But Sydney was already too far in.

Sydney: That's why you hate me, right? Because I see you.

Richie: Shut the fuck up.

Sydney: Everyone sees you.

The air shifted. Dangerous.

Richie: You wanna say that again?

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Sydney grabbed a knife from the counter without thinking.

Y/N's heart dropped.

Y/N: Syd—

Richie stepped forward.

Too close. And then it happened too fast. A sharp movement. A misstep. A clash of bodies in a kitchen that was already too tight. Richie sucked in a breath.

Then froze.

Richie: ...yo.

A beat. He looked down. Blood. Y/N's stomach dropped instantly as she moved.

Y/N: Don't move, Rich.

Richie blinked, more confused than anything.

Richie: I got stabbed.

Everything around them kept going. Orders still being called. Food still moving. Like the kitchen refused to stop. Carmy didn't even fully turn.

Carmy: Not right now!

Y/N ignored that completely, stepping in closer, pressing a towel into Richie's side.

Y/N: Hold this.

Richie: Is it bad?

Y/N: No. You're fine. Just don't move.

Richie let out a shaky breath.

Richie: I got fucking stabbed.

Behind them the kitchen kept spiraling.

Carmy: We don't have any more chickens?

Tina: No, Chef!

Carmy: Then find them!

Y/N shook her head slightly, keeping pressure steady. Everything was falling apart. And no one was stopping it. A customer's voice cut through the noise.

Customer: You guys have risotto?

A beat. Carmy snapped.

Carmy: No!

Y/N almost let out a breath of disbelief. Of course. Of course that's what someone asked. Orders kept stacking. Voices getting louder. Faster. Messier. Sydney stood still for a second. Like everything had finally caught up to her.

Carmy: Chef, we good?

No answer. Carmy turned.

Carmy: Chef, I can't hear you!

Sydney looked at him. Eyes tired. Done.

Sydney: We are not good.

Silence hit harder than any yelling had. Sydney stepped back, pulling off her apron.

Sydney: I quit.

Everything froze.

Carmy: You quit?

Sydney: Yeah.

Carmy: Right now?

Sydney didn't hesitate.

Sydney: I fucking quit.

Y/N: Syd.

Y/N stared at her. Not shocked. Not really. Carmy stepped forward slightly.

Carmy: You're an excellent chef. What are you doing?

Sydney shook her head.

Sydney: This isn't on me.

And then she walked. Straight out. The door swung shut behind her. The kitchen didn't stop. It couldn't. But something else did. Y/N looked back at Carmy. Really looked at him. For the first time all day. And for a split second you could see it.

The weight. The chaos. The way everything was slipping through his hands. He didn't look at her. So she turned back. Picked up another order. And kept going. Because that's what this place did. It didn't stop. Even when it probably should.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the short chapter.

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I've Got You

Imagine Request: @ilovecheriies

Lip is already at the bike shop early.

He is working and focused.

Or at least trying to be.

At Brad's Bike Shop, things are already off.

A customer is complaining.

Customer: I told you this was supposed to be fixed yesterday.

Lip: And I told you it needed another part.

Customer: That's not my problem.

Lip: It kind of is.

Brad steps in.

Brad: Hey, we're handling it.

Customer: Doesn't look like it.

Lip clenches his jaw.

Already irritated.

Already on edge.

Another worker drops something.

Loud metal clatter.

Lip: Seriously?

Worker: It slipped.

Lip: Of course it did.

Brad glances at Lip.

Lip moves to another bike.

Tries to focus.

But everything keeps piling up.

Noise. People. Complaints.

Customer: Is anyone actually doing anything?

Lip snaps.

Lip: Yeah, I am. You just keep talking over it.

Customer: Excuse me?

Lip: You heard me.

The whole shop goes quiet.

Brad steps in fast.

Brad: Lip. Outside. Now.

Lip: I'm fine.

Brad: No, you're not.

Lip runs a hand through his hair.

Lip is pacing.

Lip: I just need people to stop—

Brad: Take a breath.

Lip: I am breathing!

Brad sighs.

He's seen this before.

Lip turns away, kicking lightly at a toolbox.

Lip: This is stupid.

Brad: You're not mad about the bike.

Lip: I know I'm not!

Brad pulls his phone out.

Lip: What are you doing?

Brad: Calling backup.

Lip: Don't.

Brad: Too late.

Meanwhile at the Gallagher house, Y/N is in the kitchen with Jake.

Jake: Juice.

Y/N: You just had juice.

Jake: More juice.

Y/N: That's not how that works, buddy.

Ian and Mickey are sitting nearby.

Mickey: Give him the juice.

Ian: No.

Mickey: I would.

Ian: I know you would.

Y/N's phone rings. It's Brad. She answers the phone and puts it on speaker.

Y/N: Hey, Brad.

Brad: Hi, Y/N.

She immediately straightens.

Y/N: Is everything okay?

Brad: Depends how you define okay.

Her stomach drops.

Y/N: What happened?

Brad: Lip's having a moment.

She closes her eyes for a second.

Y/N: What kind of moment?

Brad: The kind where he's about to fight a customer.

Mickey perks up.

Mickey: Oh, I wanna see that.

Ian: You're not going.

Y/N is already moving.

Y/N: I'll be there.

Brad: Appreciate it.

She hangs up and grabs her bag.

Y/N: I need you two to watch Jake.

Ian: Yeah, of course.

Mickey: Is he fighting someone?

Y/N: No.

Mickey: Disappointing.

Jake looks up.

Jake: Mama, go?

Y/N kneels in front of him.

Y/N: I'll be back soon, okay?

Jake: Okay.

She kisses his head quickly and heads out.

Back at the shop, Lip is worse.

Lip: I'm telling you it doesn't work like that!

Customer: Then maybe you shouldn't be working here!

Brad: That's enough.

Lip: No, it's not!

And then the door opens.

Y/N walks in.

Eyes scanning immediately.

She sees him.

Sees the tension.

The way his shoulders are tight.

The way he's breathing.

Y/N: Lip.

He turns.

And the second he sees her, something shifts.

Not gone. But softer.

Lip: What are you doing here?

Y/N: Brad called me.

Lip: He didn't have to do that.

Y/N: Clearly he did.

The customer mutters something.

Lip starts to turn back, but Y/N grabs his arm.

Y/N: Hey. No.

He stops. Looks at her. He is still angry. But he is listening to Y/N.

Y/N: Come with me.

Lip: I'm working.

Y/N: No, you're not. Not like this.

Brad nods toward the back.

Brad: Go.

Lip exhales sharply. But he lets her pull him.

They move into the back of the shop. Away from everyone. Away from the noise.

The door closes and there is silence.

Lip runs his hands through his hair again.

Lip: I'm fine.

Y/N: No, you're not.

He turns away and is pacing again.

Lip: It's just—everything—

Y/N: I know.

He stops. Looks at her.

Lip: It's stupid.

Y/N: It's not stupid.

He shakes his head.

Lip: I just—people keep talking, things keep going wrong, and I can't—

His voice cuts off. Frustration building again.

Y/N steps closer.

Y/N: Hey.

He exhales.

She reaches for him. Hands on his arms first.

Y/N: Look at me.

He does.

Y/N: Breathe, babe.

He lets out another breath. Still tense. But trying.

She pulls him into her for a hug. Arms wrapping around him, tightly.

For a second, he doesn't move.

Then he melts into it. Arms wrapping around her. Face dropping into her neck.

Lip: I hate days like this.

Y/N: I know.

She says as she kisses the side of his head. He stays there. Holding onto her. Y/N rubs his back slowly.

Y/N: You're okay.

He exhales again. Longer this time.

Lip: I almost lost it out there.

Y/N: But you didn't.

He huffs slightly.

Lip: I was close.

She pulls back just enough to look at him.

Y/N: That's why I'm here.

He pulls out of the hug and looks at her for a second, then leans in.

He kisses her. She kisses him back just as softly.

When they pull away, he's calmer.

Lip: You didn't have to come.

Y/N: Yeah, I did.

He gives her a look.

Lip: You dropped everything.

Y/N: I would drop anything for you.

That's it. That's the answer. He sighs, softer now.

Lip: Is Jake okay?

Y/N: Ian and Mickey have him.

Lip: That's concerning.

Y/N: I know.

He actually smiles a little.

Y/N: You ready to go back out there?

Lip: ...yeah.

She fixes his shirt slightly.

Y/N: No fighting.

Lip: No promises.

Y/N: Lip—

She gives him a look.

Lip: I'm kidding.

She gives him one last quick kiss.

Y/N: Go.

They walk back out together. The tension in the shop is still there. But Lip isn't about to explode anymore.

Brad catches Y/N's eye and they nod at each other. Lip gets back to work.

He is focused again. And Y/N stays for a minute. Watching him. Making sure.

Because she knows, he'll always push through.

But sometimes, he just needs her to pull him back first.

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Heyyyyy it’s @honeygl0ws it’s my second acc! I wanted to request something with Lip Gallagher (I miss him so much 😩)

So he’s working at the shop, and he get mad at everyone at work (I don’t have any idea of why he could get angry) so his boss call reader because he know that she will calm him down. Reader gets worried and come at the shop and see Lip lashing out, so she take him in the back to try and calm him down (they hug, kiss, and talk yk)

That’s it thank you!

Hi thank you for the request. I will keep in mind that you are @honeygl0ws and @ilovecheriies is your second account. I love this request.

I will write this one but it might take me some time to write it. I have been busy a lot for the past couple of days.

Also I have a question to ask you. When I give you credit in the imagine when I post, do you want me to do it to @honeygl0ws or @ilovecheriies ? Please do let me know. Also keep the imagines coming. I appreciate you for sending them to me. 🫶🏻

Imagines Requests

Hi Everyone!! I am posting this to let you know that I am still taking requests for my Shameless Imagines fic. I am working on a ‘The Bear’ fic called ‘Back To You’.

But that doesn’t mean I have stopped taking requests. So please do send them to me. I really appreciate for those who have sent me requests. And I will really appreciate it if you will send me them. I enjoy writing imagines based on your requests.

So please do keep them coming. Thank you for the love you have shown for my Tangled Hearts fic, Shameless Imagines fic and Back To You fic. I appreciate each and every follow, comments and likes. Thank you!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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