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highttowers · 10 months

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Hello i am requesting for Carmen from the Bear!! Something sweet and heart warming about Carmen being worried about the reader and just the whole kitchen seeing how in love he is ❤️ thank you

yes to heaven.

pairing(s); carmen “carmy” berzatto x gn!reader

fandom; the bear (fx on hulu)

w/c; 758 words

trigger/content warnings; brief sexual implications, brief mention of past injuries, language, richie (he’s a warning all by himself), tina n richie being mean to carmy lol, tina and reader chisme together, is this another fic with an ldr song title????, brief touches on carmy’s trauma (not in-depth cuz this is a fluff fic), not-proof read, lmk if i missed anything.

stella speaks! i need him biblically. at first, i was like “mmm, jeremy allen white” as a joke. but bro. i don’t think it’s a joke anymore…

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto who’s always watching you. Who has his eye on you, if you will ;)

Carmy, whose eyes are trailing your figure when you first meet. Not in a sexual way, just taking in every detail. The way you stand, the way you move your hands when you talk. Any time you wear a shirt more than once, the nervous tics you have while he tries your food, if you have any visible tattoos, freckles, or birthmark. His eyes snag on every little thing you do for a split second.

Carmy, whose gaze is locked in your hands while you demonstrate your abilities. He’s taking in every scar, every cut, every tear, every burn that was once fresh in the skin of your hands and committing it to memory. He doesn’t know why, he just is.

Carmy, whose eyes will flicker to your face every so often as you cook, lingering in the scrunch of your brow, the purse of your lip, the muttering under you breath, every curve and divet on your cheeks.

Carmy, whose brain short-circuits the first time he sees you in anything other than your lose white tee, black pants and blue apron. Logically, he knows your body has always been shaped that way, so why is heat crawling up his neck in the biting Chicago air?

Carmy, whose new favorite thing is watching you cook. Especially the recipes you know by heart, when every lovely movement your body makes is muscle memory. Seamless and smooth.

Carmy who appreciates the habit you have of cleaning your station as you cook. Those pale blue eyes locked in you as he exits his office, watching you dumping veggies in a crock pot before scooping up the cutting board, knife, and any food waste and making short work of it.

Carmy who is personally offended by Richie watching you cook. Richie and his Richie-esque comments making him roll his eyes, or warning a scoff. “Makes you wanna know what other moves they can do, eh?” “Shut the fuck up, cousin.”

Carmy, whose habit of paying microscopically close attention to you has whispers from Marcus to Tina to Sydney to you. He appreciates the way you wave them off, using the new kid excuse.

Carmy, who’s been reduced to a stuttering mess when you confront him privately about it. He’s spilling out excuses, until you quietly ask him if he wants to grab coffee with you sometime.

Carmy who, the more and more he arrives to work either with you or with a dumb smile on his face, is getting endless teasing from Richie and Tina. Sydney quietly smiles at him, but mainly sticks to talking about the nature of y’all’s relationship with you.

Carmy, who admittedly fears anytime you let sitting with Tina, exchanging words that have her yelling curses or exclamations in Spanish.

Carmy, who has a retort ready for Richie when he asks you if that means he has a chance now, only to clamp his mouth shut when you wordlessly flip Richie off, bringing another soft look into Carmy’s eyes and a dumb grin on his lips.

Carmy who has to kiss every scar, every mark, every little thing in your body when given the chance. It’s a love language, remembering and worshipping every little thing about you.

Carmy who has his eyes on you so much, regulars at The Beef are silently questioning if there’s anything going on. (there is, but Carmy would sooner be Richie’s personal chef than admit it to customers.)

Carmy whose new greates comfort is you. Any fleeting fragment of you. Maybe you washed his clothes once and now they smell like you. Maybe you hugged him so much your scent lingers in his nose. Maybe he’s got a small piece of jewelry from you or reminiscent of you. Anything that has to do with you can bring him out of the deepest panic.

Carmy who swears up and down and to the ends of the Earth that he’s never gonna lose you. It’s not even an option anymore. He would actually just fall to pieces on the floor.

Carmy who shows the uglier parts of him slowly. You actually have to peel back the first layer and stare it directly in the face without fear before he shows you more. He’s just so scared.

Carmy who’s so so grateful you don’t try to fix him. You just leave him as he is, just giving extra love to those broken bits.

Carmy who used to hate love songs before you arrived.

Carmy who was losing faith in the very idea of love until you arrived.

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bellamer · 1 year

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Wait In The Fire

It all started when Richie came in fussing about a new restaurant that had opened up a few blocks away, how their lines were almost down the damn street and how it'd fuck them over. All day, he wouldn't shut up about it, how the days were getting slower and slower because of the piece of shit who decided to open up near them, even threatening to go down there and kick the owner's ass.

"He's probably some gentrifyin' hipster shithead who's gonna bring more hipster shitheads here to force us out !" Richie yelled, before going out back to have a smoke after Carmy yelled at him to take a walk and calm down.

Soon, Carmy's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check out the new place. He had found out that it actually was not a piece of shit hipster den serving oatmilk lattes and avocado on toast like Richie thought, but a soul food joint.

The place was called simply called "Grace" and Carmy had stopped by during dinner. When he was seated, he was immediately serviced by a young woman, who took his order. Having never cooked soul food before and never really getting the chance to taste it, he pondered over the menu for a while before finally deciding.

He ordered the mac and cheese, collard greens, ox tails, banana cream pie and sweet tea. He didn't know what to expect and kept his expectations low, but when he took a bite out of those greens, he felt like he had be slapped in the face with flavor.

They were salty but not too salty but had a nice bit of spice to them, he thought he tasted chilli pepper but wasn't sure. The mac and cheese was creamy and tasted like it had at least three or four different cheeses in it, as he swore he tasted gouda mixed with cheddar and something else he couldn't put his finger on. The ox tails were rich, silky, earthy and tender and the sauce they were cooked in was just divine, they tasted nothing like the gourmet and extra expensive ox tails he's had at fancier restaurants. The banana cream pie was rich, creamy and sweet. The sweet tea was refreshing and the blend was unique.

He didn't even finish his meal after the first few bites. For a moment, he just sat there with his head in his hands, analyzing the flavors, the textures, the overall tastes, how the food made him feel.

Maybe that was the reason it was called Soul Food. It touched your soul when you ate it.

Carny had lost track of time and didn't realize how long he had been there, but when he had finally looked up, the restaurant was cleared out and the staff was cleaning up.

He suddenly jumped when someone put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a tall, well built man with dark skin and even darker eyes looking down at him. He had his hair in braids and was wearing a black apron over a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked at Carmy with such a gentle look in his eyes that it made his breath hitch.

"You okay, man ?" The man asked in a deep yet soft voice. "If the food wasn't to your liking, I could send it back and personally make you another or something else."

"N-No-" Carmy started off, clearing his throat, pulling himself together. "No, you don't gotta do it the meal was- the meal was perfect it's just-"

"First time having Soul Food ?" The man asked with a smile. Carmy noticed that he had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Carmy instinctively gave a small smile.

"That obvious huh ?" Carmy asked, running a hand through his hair. The man pulled another chair to his table and sat across from him.

"I can always tell." The man said, scooting the chair closer to the table. "The name is Beau, Beau Agustin, owner and head chef of this place." He reached a hand over the table to shake Carmy's hand. Carmy clasped hands with him, noting how Beau had a firm hand shake and made eye contact.

"Carmen, Carmen Berzatto but people call me Carmy or Carm, it's up to you really." Carmy said, before pulling his hand away from Beau's firm grip. Beau rested his hand on the table and gave Carmy an astonished look.

"You're Carmen Berzatto ?" Beau asked, leaning in a bit. "I thought you'd still be up in New York ?"

"You've heard of me." Carmy stated, clasping his hands together and leaning in a bit too.

"Anyone who's anyone in this business has heard of you, just never expected you to stumble into my joint, ever." Beau said, shaking his head.

"Well, your place is actually only a few blocks away from mine, so I decided to check it out." Carmy stated. "And it blew my expectations out of the water."

"Did you come here having low expectations ?" Beau asked, tilting his head a little, looking a bit offended.

"It's not that it's just-" Carmy was interrupted when Beau laughed.

"I'm just busting your balls, I'm not really mad if you did." Beau said. "Most people don't know what to expect when they try soul food for the first time, most people expect it to be absolutely disgusting because of the ingredients we use but leave pleasantly surprised and satisfied."

"I admit, my expectations were low but I'm just like that in general." Carmy said, looking away from Beau. He sighed. "The food was perfect."

"Well thank you, Carmy." Beau said, unknowingly making Carmy shudder when he said 'Carmy'. "I'll have someone bring you a to-go plate and hey, an extra slice of banana cream pie on the house." Beau then stood up. "I hope we get to talk again."

"Yeah..." was all Carmy said, watching Beau walk away.

The next time Carmy saw Beau, was when Beau came to The Beef. No one had a clue who he was, he just looked like a regular customer, and the only reason Carmy caught a glimpse of him, was to come up front to grab a sharpie.

That and because Beau was the only one there.

"Hey." Carmy said, glancing over at Beau. "You here to scope my place like I scooped yours ?"

"Maybe." Beau said, crossing his arms. "Maybe I just came for a sandwich because I was hungry."

"Yeah, well, sorry my place ain't as shiny and new as yours." Carmy said, with a bit of edge in his voice.

"I don't care what the place looks like, I've been in the shittiest holes that served the tastiest meals, and half of those places didn't even have a sign and they were out of half of the menu and I waited two hours for the food but, best meals I ever had." Beau laughed. "I don't give a fuck if you guys gave stained walls and a semi dirty floor."

"Alright then." Carmy said, nodding. "What'd you order ?"

"The classic Italian Beef, I wasn't feeling too daring today." Beau said with a shrug. "But I have faith it'll be delicious." Beau shot a wink at him.

Carmy felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw Beau smile at him and felt the need to bring Beau his food personally and watch him take a bite.

He quickly intercepted Richie bringing the food over to the counter, ignoring the "What the fuck, cousin ?!?" He was given and quickly dropped Beau's food off with an "enjoy" before disappearing back into the kitchen, although he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering and glancing at Beau, watching him take a bite, then another.

Eventually, he got caught up with another order coming through and couldn't focus on Beau or analyze his reaction to the food and didn't even get to see Beau leave. He didn't know when he'd see that man or why he looked forward to seeing him again.

The third time Carmy met Beau was by pure coincidence, a few weeks after Beau had visited The Beef. The man had stumbled into the same corner store where Carmy bought his cigarettes.

"Hey, Carm." Beau greeted, standing beside Carmy in line.

"Oh, hey." Carmy said, looking up from his phone, that he was using as a distraction to ignore his surroundings. "Funny seein' you here."

"Yeah, I had to pick up a lighter and some wrapping papers." Beau said, dapping Carmy up. "You ?"

"Cigarettes." Carmy answered plainly. "I was just heading home from The Beef and had to make a stop."

"Same with me and my place." Beau said, nodding. "Hey, I hope this ain't too weird but I've been experimenting with some new desserts to add on the menu at my place, would you like to come over and perhaps, I dunno, give me some input ?"

Carmy was speechless for a moment, pondering on what to do but decided to say fuck it. He had nothing better to do and he didn't really want to go home at the moment.

Carmy had no idea how he ended up here. One moment he was taste testing cheesecakes and cobblers, the next, he was being hoisted up against a counter, swapping saliva with a man he barely knew.

He guessed it made sense. He never had girlfriends and he never actively pursued women or had any interest in them and he never had girlfriends. But then again, it didn't make sense, because he never actively pursued men or had any boyfriends, Beau was the only man or person he'd ever shown interest in.

He gasped as Beau pulled away from their kiss to nip at his neck, Carmy panting loudly as he tried to stifle his moans, but was utterly failing, gripping onto Beau's shirt with one hand, and Beau's braids with the other, as he cried out in ecstasy, wanting more.

What would Richie think if he saw him like this ? What would Sugar think ? What would his mother think ? What would Mikey think ?

Even though it was 2022, being a man and fucking another man was still considered absolutely taboo in their community. Would he be considered 'not right' ? 'An absolute disgrace ?' Probably.

He'd figure it out later.

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