flag id: two flags in the same format. at the bottom edge of the flag is a book shape made of two shallow curves that dip down and meet in the center. the book has beige pages and a thin dark wine red outline, representing a cover. seven stripes fan out from the dipping center point of the book across the rest of the flag. from left to right, they are near-black, dark cool purple, purple, gold, purple, dark cool purple, and near-black. in the center of the left flag is the magyckraft symbol which is a dark cool purple outline of a circular potion bottle with sloshing liquid inside. there is a large golden sparkle within the liquid, a smaller one above it, and an even smaller one near the opening of the bottle. the bottle is outlined and filled in with silver-white and the liquid is filled in with purple. end id]
banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.
magyckraft: a neogender umbrella for terms related to fictional/fantastical magic
[pt: magyckraft: a neogender umbrella for terms related to fictional/fantastical magic. end pt]
(i use 'fictional magic' in the term definition because things like magic tricks/magicians/etc. and real-life magical practices/beliefs are not the intended subjects of this umbrella!)
concepts potentially included under magyckraft:
fictional magic of any kind
(this includes dark magic — magyckraft can include the most whimsical, cutesy magic and the most gruesome, grimdark magic)
magical practicioners such as witches, wizards, sorcerers, warlocks, etc.
magical items such as spellbooks, wands/staffs, foci, crystals/crystal balls, enchanted clothing/jewelry/weapons, etc.
spells, charms, rituals, hexes, enchantments, etc.
aesthetics directly inspired by fictional magic (such as wizardcore) or similar to/associated with such aesthetics (such as whimsigoth)
and more!
derived terms:
dwim, dwimen: a magyckraft person (derived from 'dwimmer(craft)')
haum, haums: an older magyckraft person (derived from 'thaumaturgy')
carm, carmae: a younger magyckraft person (derived from 'carmen', latin ancestor of 'charm')
magychant: a magyckraft gender ('magyck' + 'enchant')
mgkin: magyckraft-in-nature
magykine: having magyckraft qualities (equivalent of masculine/feminine). noun form is magykinity
transmagykine, transmagyk, transmagyck: transitioning towards magykinity
the term is 'magyck' (an archaic spelling of 'magic', generally seen as 'magyckal') + 'craft', as in witchcraft, spellcraft, etc.
the flag is meant to look like a spellbook releasing some kind of magic — i actually reused the book from my genderteacher flag! for the symbol, i made the potion bottle and liquid myself, then added part of sparkles (4) from this folder. here's the symbol by itself:
[image id: three images of the magyckraft symbol, which is a dark cool purple outline of a circular potion bottle with sloshing liquid inside. there is a large golden sparkle within the liquid, a smaller one above it, and an even smaller one near the opening of the bottle. in the left image, the bottle is outlined and filled in with silver-white and the liquid is filled in with purple. in the center image, only the liquid is filled in. in the right image, it is just the outline and the sparkles. end id.]
and here's the flag template for those who want to coin magychants!
an umbrella term under paletelour (link) related to the color red. it could be connected to common or personal associations with red, things that are red, and/or simply the color itself!
Tone: Soft, quiet fluff with a breathless emotional core
Setting: Late evening at your apartment, warm lamps on, vinyl playing softly, both of you in socks and old T-shirts
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You’re both sitting on the floor of your apartment, surrounded by takeout containers, legs stretched out and brushing beneath the coffee table. It had been one of those rare nights where everything aligned—no restaurant emergencies, no midnight deliveries, no spiraling in his head.
Carmy had actually laughed tonight. Not the tight, polite kind he sometimes gives when he’s distracted. A real laugh, the kind that reaches his eyes. It made you stare at him for just a second too long.
Now it’s quieter. The record player is spinning something slow and sweet Otis Redding, maybe. The light in your living room is low and golden, and Carmy is sitting across from you, arms resting on his knees, hair a little messy from your fingers earlier.
You don’t even realize he’s watching you until the silence stretches a beat too long.
“What?” you ask, smiling lazily at him. “Is there something on my face?”
He just shakes his head once, slow. “No,” he says. “Just you.”
You tilt your head, trying not to melt under his gaze. “Me?”
He nods again, and it’s like the whole world folds inward a little. His eyes don’t leave yours when he says it not like he’s nervous. Not even like he’s planning it. Just like it’s truth, finally rising to the surface.
“I love you.”
Three simple words. Not whispered. Not thrown out by accident. Just said.
And everything stops.
The music fades into the background. The street sounds outside disappear. Even the low hum of your fridge feels like it goes silent.
You blink. It’s like the moment forgets to breathe.
His expression doesn’t change. He’s not rushing it. He doesn’t fill the silence. He just waits, like he’s giving you space to run if you need it. But you don’t move.
Instead, you smile. Slowly. Softly. You shift closer until your knee is against his, and you reach out and trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips like you’re memorizing it.
“You love me?” you repeat, not teasing just in awe.
He nods once. “Yeah. I do.”
And the moment unfreezes.
The music creeps back in. You exhale. And then you kiss him, slow and gentle, like pressing a seal on something sacred.
When you pull away, your lips brush his as you say, “Good. Because I love you too.”
Carmy closes his eyes like he’s letting something heavy go something he’s been carrying for too long. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap, holding you like you’re the first solid thing he’s ever been allowed to touch.
There’s nothing frantic or messy about it. Just warmth. Just closeness. Just his hands on your back, and your nose tucked into his neck, and his voice low in your ear.
“I’ve wanted to say it for a while,” he murmurs. “Didn’t wanna mess it up.”
You smile against his skin. “You didn’t.”
And you both stay like that for a long time two people in love, held in the center of a moment the world forgot to interrupt.
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Writers Note: hello everybody these last couple weeks have all been schedule posts so I’m not stressed out. I will be answering or responding to any comments left. Like share comment and ciao 🫶🏽
Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Your Dad's Biggest Fan (Request)
Ginger = Your Name
L/N = Your Last Name
*** I do not own any of the Bear characters or plot***
Masterlist
Your POV - The Meet Cute
You write lifestyle reviews for Chicago in the Chicago Times and you often get to visit really cool events in the city that you love. You get to attend music festivals, visit new hotels, and just enjoy the city for pay. However, your favorite part is getting to try different kinds of cuisine in the city and you love to shout out places that you truly enjoy visiting because they all deserve success for their hard work. You've always enjoyed food and writing, so this felt like the perfect job for you.
Your father is an amazing cook with restaurants and Michelin stars to prove it. You're used to people using that information against you or for their personal benefit, so you stopped telling people about him. You even started going by your mother's maiden name, so nobody connected you to your father. Your work knows who your father is and you host the annual holiday party at one of his restaurants, which is fine to mix work and family once a year. Your friends like your father, but they don't use you to get to him, which is nice to have people who truly care about you. It's why you find it hard to date because people seek to use you at every turn.
Your work brings you joy and you love doing it. So getting an email from one of the chefs asking you to meet at their restaurant to talk terrifies you. You went to the Bear, a new restaurant that had once been a sandwich shop called the Beef. Your father liked their sandwiches and would often get them when he was on that side of Chicago. The Bear had just opened with a new menu and they hosted a press night where reviewers in the city came to discover more about the restaurant. You were sent by your newspaper company. You met up with other reviewers that were attending the event and you had a blast. The staff was courteous and kind, they also knew what you needed before you needed it. The food was hot and tasty and melted in your mouth. The bathrooms and space were clean. The wine selection matched perfectly with the meal. The Head Chef, Carmen Berzatto even came out of the kitchen to thank everyone. He was young and cute, and he seemed passionate about his place. You commended the event as one of your favorites and talked up the staff in your article. You even mentioned going to the Beef before it became the Bear. You showed your support, so you were confused about why you were being invited back for a chat. It worried you.
You get off the metro train and make your way over to the Bear. You show up outside and notice they're not even open. This makes you even more confused. You open the front door, step in, and see the staff all sitting at the tables eating lunch from what it looks like. They all turn to face you and you exclaim, 'Hi, I'm Ginger from the Chicago Times. I was told to meet Chef Carmen Berzatto here for a meeting now."
The guy you recognize as the chef, Carmen Berzatto, looks up and says, "Oh wow you're on time."
You reply, "Yes sir, I recognize that we all have a lot going on, so being punctual is always something I strive for. I usually am 10 minutes early to events, but the metro here was packed."
A girl sitting at the table says, "I get that, I hate the metro. My name is Sydney. Nice to meet you, Ginger."
You reply, "Nice to meet you, Sydney."
You see a man near Camen Berzatto ask, "What made you get into reviews? Oh, and I'm Richie."
You answer, "Hi Richie. Well I love writing and I love food, so I wanted to combine them for my job. My mom has always told me to work hard to succeed and that's what I did. Chicago Times liked some of my pieces for college and I started as an intern before I became the full-time lifestyle reviewer I am today. It's great."
Richie asks, "And you've been to the Bear before opening?"
You answer, "My father used to take me here growing up when I was a kid. And whenever I was on this side of town after college, I always returned to the Beef. You all were always packed and everyone was always friendly."
Carmen Berzatto asks, "So you weren't lying in your article, that was all real?"
You answer, "Yes sir. I am always completely open and honest about my experiences even if they're being paid for by the company. I never want to lie to readers or companies about what I feel."
Carmen Berzatto replies, "Your article helped us a lot after you visited. People kept coming in mentioning the Chicago Times article and your support for us. We just wanted to see if you would sign some copies for us to keep."
OH MY GOSH!!! Why am I going to cry?!?!
You reply, "Oh my! I would be so happy too. That makes me so happy. I truly think you all deserve so much success. You can tell each of you has worked so hard to get to this point and you're all passionate about food. I am a happy supporter of The Bear."
You sign copies of the newspaper, get a slice of cake to go, and you say goodbye to the staff. They encourage you to come back and they will push everyone out of the way to serve you, which you thank them for.
As you leave, you start walking down the street until you hear your name. You turn and see Carmen Berzatto running after you. You start walking back towards him and he stops running.
You ask, "What's up?"
He answers, "I just regret not telling you this one-on-one. I really did appreciate what you said and how you mentioned that I seemed so passionate even just from my small speech to everyone. It was nice to see that people could tell from one moment and it made me feel hopeful."
You reply, "No problem, Carmen Berzatto. I can tell you'll do great things with the Bear."
He smiles and says, "Please call me Carmy."
You reply, "Ok then thank you Carmy."
He smiles even wider and says, "I don't normally do this, but you seem so bright and happy. I just think if I don't ask then I'll never see you again and I want to see you again, so would you want to go out on a date?"
You answer, "Sure. I'd love to. You already have my number, so just text me. I know you have a crazy schedule and I'm pretty open this month, so let me know when you want to go out."
He nods and says, "Ok I will. You got it. Well, have a great rest of your day."
You reply, "You too, Carmy."
That was the start of your relationship with Carmy.
Your POV - Telling Your Dad
You smile as Carmy texts you during your family dinner and your father asks, "Ginger, what are you smiling about? Surely it's the roast and potatoes, right? Or is there something you want to tell us?"
Your father was honest like you, so there was no way to hide this any longer than you have been. You answer, "I have a boyfriend and we've been dating for 6 months. He is taking a 15-minute break at work right now, so he was texting me. He's a chef and his name is Carmy. He used to work at the Beef, but now it's the Bear."
Your father says, "No way, I loved the Beef. I'd love to go sometime to the new restaurant, can you ask for his availability on Wednesdays? I'm always off on Wednesdays and you, your mom, and I can go eat there one day or night. It doesn't have to be next week, but by the end of the month would be cool. I'd love to meet your boyfriend."
You reply, "Sure Dad. I can ask."
He replies, "Good good. Now tell me more about him and his food."
You laugh and talk with your family.
Your POV - Telling Your Boyfriend
You did the nice thing and told your boyfriend about your family wanting to eat at his restaurant on a Wednesday day or night. Carmy was excited and he was able to find a table 2 weeks after that you could sit at for a lunch service. Carmy even told you that lunches are calmer, so he could stop by for his break to talk to your family. Richie would be working as your server, which you liked because Richie could talk and your father loved to ask questions.
It's one week away and Carmy is cooking you both dinner. He always takes off at least one night a week to have a normal night with you and you love it. It's always nice and his food is amazing.
After dinner, you turn on the TV and it's your dad's cooking show. Carmy hands you a glass of wine and your box of cookies before you ask, "How do you feel about cooking shows?"
Carmy sits next to you on the couch and answers, "You know how I feel about them. They're just ways for chefs to promote themselves and their businesses, which is nice. But usually, they do it because you get paid a lot. Why?"
You answer, "Oh uh well Chef L/N's cooking show was on. I just wondered how you felt about his show."
He replies, "I admire the he** out of him. He's inspirational. The way he compliments each drink from appetizer to dinner to dessert on his menu is next-level genius. His staff are also brilliant at transforming the guest experience. I want the Bear to have that level of success. And..."
Carmy then goes on a whole monologue about your father and how he loves him. You smile and say, "Ok well let's just say he is my dad and you're meeting him next week. He'd probably love to hear that from you."
Carmy gasps and asks, "What are you talking about?"
You answer, "I don't ever tell people about my dad because they use me... but you're meeting him next week and I think you should know who he is before then. The last name I've been using for the last 6 months is my mother's maiden name."
He replies, "Holy sh**!!! And he's going to be at my restaurant next week! He's been to the Beef several times."
You reply, "Oh don't bring that up. He misses the Beef like crazy."
He laughs and replies, "Okay. Wow, let's not watch his cooking show right now. I think I'll go crazy."
You laugh and turn on a movie.
NEXT WEEK ~ YOUR POV
You spent the night with Carmy and at 5 am as he is getting ready, you hand him your coffee and exclaim, "I'll see you at noon baby."
He gasps and says, "Oh sh** I am cooking for my idol today. I need my lucky knife and my lucky shirt."
He then starts running around frantically and you rub your eyes. Is he freaking out? Is it too early for this? You are tired.
You move in front of Carmy as he walks and you place your hands on either side of his arms. You say, "Please, don't freak out. Treat today like a normal day. Be calm and you've got this. My father is just a normal human at the end of the day. Remember that."
He replies, "Yeah yeah. I'm going to tell my staff beforehand because this is big."
You reply, "Okay. Well, goodbye and good luck."
You send him out with a kiss on his lips.
Hours later, you show up at your house and are driving to the Bear with your parents. You park nearby and walk to the restaurant.
As you walk there, you ask, "Hey Dad, can I tell you something?"
Your father answers, "What's up sweetie?"
You answer, "Carmy is a huge fan of yours and nearly freaked out this morning. He was calm when I first told him, but today was bad. He couldn't find his lucky shirt and he said his lucky knife was at work. I just want you to go easy on him because I really care about him."
Your father replies, "No problem, sweetheart."
You arrive and Neil Fak greets you happily. He shows you to the table and Richie immediately pops up. Richie's jaw drops a little at seeing my father, but he quickly recovers. Richie introduces the Bear and the menu then leaves to get the wine my father chose.
My father exclaims, "I like this place. The people are friendly."
My mother adds, "And their service is fast."
You reply, "Carmy told them that Dad was going to be here. I think they're all nervous and excited."
My mother replies, "I bet they are. Poor things. We should invite them over. Are they ever closed?"
You answer, "Mondays. They sometimes are unloading and restocking stock though, so they go in for half the day. You should ask Carmy for the specifics."
Your father replies, "Oh I have a few things to ask ole Carmy boy now."
You reply sternly, "Dad."
He replies, "Ok fine. It's nothing bad. Don't worry."
Richie returns and you're all served. You three eat up the food and it's delicious as always. Dessert shows up and you notice Carmy walking your way. You notice his hands are a little shaky and you stand up. You hug him as soon as he reaches you and he presses a kiss to your cheek before you whisper, "He's just a person. It's all fine."
You kiss his lips gently before introducing him to your parents. He slides into the seat next to you as you three talk over dessert. Conversation flows and is going well.
My father asks, "So, I hear you really like my daughter and she really likes you."
Carmy smiles and says, "Yes sir. I really like your daughter."
My father asks, "And what are your intentions with her?"
Carmy answers, "Well sir... uh... I really like her and I'm falling in love with her. She's always supportive and kind. She lights up every room she walks in and people like her. I find her to be the person in my life that I look to for cheering up. I also think I cheer her up. You'd have to ask her though. I just think she's the most perfect and amazing that a person can be... and she has you as her father. Sir, I've looked up to you for a while. I think your work ethic and your drive set you apart from other chefs. Your show doesn't feel like a money grab and it's clear to me you love your family, which is great."
My father smiles and says, "Well I appreciate it, son. Now do you think your staff would be free on Monday afternoon? Ginger says you have to unload stock, but I assume you get hungry doing all that heavy lifting. I'd love to treat your staff to some lunch at mine."
Carmy replies, "Sure sir. That sounds amazing. We're usually done by 2 pm, but then we'll have to drive there. I'm not sure how long it takes, but I'm sure no later than 3:00 is fine for us."
My mother replies, "Great, we cannot wait to host. We'll have Ginger give you the address and times. You can give her the number of staff that will show up, so we can plan accordingly."
Carmy nods and my father asks, "Can I say thank you to your staff? I noticed they kept trying to get a glimpse of me from the kitchen. I just want to thank them and you. I really did have a lovely time this afternoon and would love to come again."
Carmy answers, "Yeah haha they'd really love to hear it. I better get back to work. I'll see you all soon then."
He kisses you, hugs your parents, and goes back to the kitchen.
Your father goes in after him and you watch through the window at your father giving some big speech. You see the smiles on everyone's faces and you're happy for them all. You notice your father pat Carmy on the back and you laugh. Carmy is going to freak out. HAHA!
NEXT WEEK on Monday ~ YOUR POV
You had asked for a half day at work and you were still at work at 2:00 pm in a meeting. It finished, you quickly packed up, sent your last emails, and dashed to the metro. You hopped on and went to your family home.
As you walk your way down your street, you see cars parked out front of your house. I guess everyone from the Bear is already there. Hopefully, your father has kept the questioning Carmy to a minimum. Carmy told you last week that it was so exciting to have him there and meet my family. He also said his staff couldn't stop talking about the meal at your parent's place.
You knock and your mother opens it. She pulls you into a hug and says, "Oh hi sweetie. I thought you would be here earlier."
You reply, "I tried to leave, Mom. But I didn't want to leave in the middle of the meeting."
She replies, "You're just like your father... Speaking of, your boyfriend has been helping him this afternoon and they seem to be getting along. You should grab him and get him to eat. He's only been eating little snacks with your father."
You laugh and say, "Ok Mom."
She replies, "You look lovely sweetie. You in business casual make us all look lame."
You laugh and say, "I was actually going to change up in my room real quick before I say hi to people."
She nods and she lets you go. You finish changing in your bathroom and jump when you see Carmy in your bedroom looking around.
You exclaim, "Hey Carmy. What are you doing up here?"
He sees you and smiles. You kiss him and he answers, "Your mom said you had to talk to me. You were in the bathroom, so I just waited out here."
You reply, "My mom thinks you've been working too hard today. She said you started helping him when you got here and she wanted you to have lunch. She wanted you to see me so she knew you were being looked after. It's a mom thing."
He replies, "Oh that's really sweet of her. I can take a break and eat with my lovely girlfriend."
You reply, "I almost thought you said eat your lovely girlfriend."
He gasps and replies, "Babe, we're at your family home. Oh speaking of it, your mom did show your baby album to everyone. Everyone loved it. You were so cute."
You reply, "We're making a pit stop to talk to my mom first then we can eat."
He laughs then follows you.
You make a plate of food and find space on a couch next to Sydney. Carmy slides next to you and puts an arm around your waist. Everyone starts asking you about your baby photos. Oh gosh... this is great. Richie seems to like this one where you resemble a gremlin and everyone suddenly thinks you need bangs again.
Your father pulls a chair up and so does your mom. Everyone talks, laughs, and enjoys the day.
carmen is absolutely drilling sydney’s shit. like pushing her legs into her chest and pretty much leaning all his body weight on her. she has never been flexible but she’s so turned on that she’s making it work somehow.
it took awhile for them to get here. like three years long. carmen was never rough and sydney was always initiating sex. but today that changed.
The Bear was having a rough month. it was December, peak time of the year. always tough on the holidays, but this year was the worst. the flu was flying around.
carmen came home acting all weird with a tent in his poor chef pants and acting all hot and bothered. angry that he was doing everyone’s work since they were getting sick and a little heartbroken he barely had time for sydney. they had barely seen each other. working at separate restaurants meant they didn’t mix business and pleasure anymore but now their problem was the distance.
that brought them here. shy carmen who would die if they kissed in public completely focused on fucking her as hard as he can.
carmens cock isn’t lengthy but it is definitely girthy. stubborn little thing that’s hitting a spot inside of her so sensitive, sydney feels like she unlocked something new in her body. they’ve had mind blowing sex before (at least that’s what they think) but this was something else. she’s sinking into the mattress every thrust and catches her eyes rolling back way too many times for her liking
the room is spinning. carmen keeps getting them both close and then slowing down. taking those moments to rub up and down her legs or squeeze her tits.
sydney uses this time to dirty talk her ass off. saying despicable things to her lover in hopes he’ll finally let her cum.
“god, you feel so good. you gonna put all your babies inside of me, huh?” she moans
he nods breathlessly as he moves a little faster now, focusing on hitting deeper
“keep fuckin’ me just like that. atta boy.”
carmen’s hand reaches out for sydney’s and he pins it to the bed, squeezing tight.
“i know i know. it’s so much. god- we fit together so good don’t we?”
carmen whimpers and keeps speeding up, back to that punishing pace that makes the room spin. it doesn’t take long at all for sydney to feel her orgasm approaching and carmen’s breath hitch.
carmen sends sydney a pleading face. silently asking to cum inside of her and she nods.
before he can even watch it seep out he stuffs his fingers inside of her and kisses her.
sydney giggles and carmen shrugs. “you know i don’t like to waste.”
