#carmy aboutta go beat up some onions

[butchcarmy]

Pov.

Carmen comes home and hears the reader SOBBING, so he worries something terrible happened but it turns out she's just cooking and chopping onions really irritated her eyes.

LMFAOOO this is so silly. Like he’s instantly so concerned that they’re crying he doesn’t even see the onions out on the counter.

“I’m home,” Carmy calls out as he steps through the front door. The Chicago cold has him bundled up in a thick scarf and beanie, both of which he’s tossing onto the foyer table.

“Hey Carmy,” you reply, but the minute he hears you, he knows something’s off. When he sees you walking towards him, his stomach drops.

You’re hastily wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. There’s tears all over your face, even more raining down as you walk towards him. You sniffle, and it sounds like your nose is stopped up with snot. It sounds like you’ve been crying really hard.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, running his thumbs over the tear tracks on your cheeks. When he realizes that isn’t enough, he starts wiping at your face with the end of his sleeve. “What happened?”

“Oh, it’s—it was just—“ You sniffle, your tears stifling you, and Carmy genuinely feels something in his heart crack.

“Did something bad happen? Did someone hurt you?” He’s racking his memories across the past week, searching for something he must have missed. “If someone did anything bad to you, I’ll fucking—“

“Onions,” you blurt out. “It’s just onions, Carm.”

“…Onions?” He pauses wiping at your face, which has now broken into a smile.

“I was just chopping some onions for dinner tonight.” He looks over into the kitchen, and sure enough, there’s diced onions on a cutting board. “That’s all.”

“Oh.” His hands drop to his side. “Sorry, I just thought…”

“Is it bad that I kinda enjoyed that? It was really sweet. I would kiss you, but I have snot all over my face.” You’re running back into the kitchen to grab some tissues to blow your nose. Carmy trails awkwardly behind you.

“It’s been a while since I sharpened your knives. I’ll do it soon, so the onions won’t make you cry as much.”

“You really don’t have to.” You throw a snotty tissue away before grabbing another. “The onions were just particularly sad today. They were telling me the most tragic stories.”

“Well, they shouldn’t be making you cry so much,” he huffs, way too defensive for a joke about some onions, but he revels in the way it makes you laugh.

“They won’t now that you’re around.” You finish wiping your face off. “Wanna help me finish up here? If you’re not too tired, that is.”

“Sure, I’d like that. Just one thing, though.”

You don’t get a chance to ask what it is. He pulls you in for a kiss.

Stupid onions. At least it got Carm to fuss over you.