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bloodiedlamb · 2 years

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SWEET SUNSHINE.

. ✩ SUMMARY. Yeah, he’s a grump and he’s going through it, but he couldn’t picture his life with anyone else.

. ⭑ CARMY BERZATTO x fem!reader.

. ✩ 953 WORDS.

. ⭑ SUNSHINE X GRUMPY. Lots of cussing. Carmen’s a shit face for a minute there, but he makes up for it. Mentions of smut.

. ✩ CARMY MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

It’s bright as all Hell when you finally open your eyes, the sun gleaming brightly through the curtains that neither one of you remembered to shut last night. Carmy’s laid out next to you, his tattoos on a gorgeous display as he sleeps soundly, his brow furrowed slightly from the brightness. You sit up, your back resting against the headboard of his oddly comfortable bed and stretch. Your arms raise above your head as you tilt your body from left to right, your back creaking and cracking softly, the burn in your muscles a delicious reminder of your actions the previous night with your Boyfriend-Not-Boyfriend.

You slip out from under the covers, your feet bare against the hardwood floors of his cozy apartment. You’re wearing his shirt, and a pair of panties that he tossed at you before the two of you went to sleep last night. You’ve been in his apartment before, though you’ve never actually looked at anything inside of it, since Carmen’s always been awake before you. He, however, is out like a light, so you decide to do some adventuring.

The walls in the hallway are covered in miscellaneous pictures of Him, and two other men, who you assume to be Richie and Mikey. There’s one picture with his parents and Michael, and the rest are of various restaurants he’s worked at, as well as the framed article of when he won Rising Star Chef of the Year.

He looks happy in his pictures with Michael, though you can see the slight falter in his smile in some. Carmy looks like someone who’s on the verge of losing everything and knows it. And while he’s only given you bits and pieces of that part of his life, you don’t know what happened between him and Michael, or what happened to make him the way he is.

His fridge holds less food than you would think a Chef’s fridge would hold, which throws you off for a moment until you realize that the majority of his meals come from Family time at the Original Beef of Chicagoland.

You manage with some eggs and various ingredients in his fridge, making two omelets and a side of some strawberries and blueberries.

Carmen wakes at the mixture of soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen and the smell of a home cooked meal. He steps into the kitchen, pausing in the door jamb to get a good look at you. He’s in a pair of flannel pants and a tight wife-beater, his hair a mess atop his head and his smile soft. “I didn’t know you cooked.”

His voice makes you jump, your mind so lost in thought as you put the finishing touches on the meal. You look up at him with a grin, “Yeah, Carmy, you’re not the only one who can throw some crap together.”

He hums at that and moves to sit at the small table. “Looks good.”

“Thank you,” you nod at him, placing his plate down before taking your own seat, “I hope it tastes good too.”

He takes a bite out of the omelet, revels in the taste for a moment and nods in approval. You smile at that, though it falls after a moment of silence. The air’s always so tense around Carmen.

“How’s it going at the Beef?” It’s small talk and you know it, but you can’t address the elephant in the room.

“Fine, I guess,” he shrugs, “Richie blew the fuse box so we’re closed until Friday.”

“Oh, how’d he do that?” You snicker, rolling your eyes at the mention of the lanky idiot.

“By being the fucking idiot he is,” Carmen pinches the bridge of his nose, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but why’re you still here?”

“What?”

“You never stick around, so why are you still here? Why’d you make me breakfast? Why are you making fucking small talk with me right now?”

“Seriously, Carmen?”

He blinks at you, unmoving, the fork still gripped in his hand.

“Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you that didn’t revolve around us fucking our brains out. Why are you being an ass?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He brushes a finger under his nose and drops his gaze down to his plate. “Sorry.”

“What’s been going on with you lately?” There it is. That big ole elephant.

“Fuck are you talking about?” But he knows, he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“You’re agitated all the time and you barely sleep, and you’re just plain mean most days, to everyone. It’s like you’re fighting this war in your heart all the time and you won’t talk about it.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk about it,” his tone saddens a bit, “Maybe I don’t wanna be like this.”

“Maybe you don’t have to be.”

“Why do you stick around here? Seriously.”

“Because we had something going for a while, Carmen, and maybe I want more with you. I don’t care about the problems and the nightmares and Richie and all the crap at the Beef. I just want you to be okay.”

“I love you.” He blurts it out like the words burned his tongue. “And, uh, I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better. I don’t wanna lose this.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with me sticking around more?”

“I was never not okay with it. Yeah, whenever you wanna be around, you stay as long as you want to.”

“I love you, too, Carmy.”

Carmen lets out a breath of relief that makes you wonder how long he’s been holding those words in. “What do you wanna do today?”

And then it’s your turn to breathe out that breath of relief.

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REQUEST. @surprisenecromancy

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