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do you have any personal favorite carmy headcanons?

Growing up, Carmy didn't exactly have a typical childhood. Not that he was aware of it at the time. But getting with you, it slowly started to become painfully obvious. Small pleasures like a blanket fort were a mystery. He was convinced it was something made up by Hollywood, not a thing anyone actually did. So when he came home and you've not only built a blanket fort in the living room but also demanded a password before he could enter was a novelty. Sharing a cheap box of chocolates between the two of you, giggling in the warmth of the fort was the start of a host of experiences.

Perhaps Carmy's favourite was cartoons. You're more than happy to sit, or rather, sprawl on top of him, the shows of your childhood playing on the TV. To you they're nostalgia, to Carmy they're a revalation. The thing about cartoons is that they're short, don't requite a huge amount of attention, not exactly complex to follow and the characters are easy enough to read for intentions, moods and are predictable. Personally, you think that maybe those are all the traits that were missing from Carmy's younger years but you never voice those thoughts. Instead, you snuggle closer to him, content to feel him get lost in the stories, his fingers combing through your hair pleasantly. Between episodes Carmy talks, gets up, has a drink, brings you a snack. But he settles down for the next episode without even questioning whether it's okay. He wants to do it, wants to share the experience with you, even if he can't quite put into words just what about it all has him so riveted.

Eyes closed, you listen to his huffs of amusement as the cartoons do the classic, exaggerated antics. It's nice, having a bit of time with Carmy where not only is he relaxing but also doing something for himself. Hopefully you'll have many more stolen moments like that to come.

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Can I get some spice up in this feed!!! If that’s not too much trouble 💕

Hell yes you can!! It is never too much trouble, especially because you asked so sweetly. We'll keep it relatively vanilla because words (like dick) are hard and I won't ever unleash kink on an ask unless specifically requested. Enjoy <3

Cooking at home was so very different to cooking at the restaurant. For one, the few times you'd caught a glimpse of Carmy at work, he was always tense, ready to explode. In his own kitchen though? That same focus, attention, and care was there but none of the stress. In fact, it was where you'd seen him at his most relaxed.

Your evening together was spent with Carmy mixing cookie dough while you leaned against the counter and watched. What was most unfair was the way his muscles flexed as he gripped the spatula and twisted the dough in the bowl. Already it was smelling so damn good but Carmy had been adamant about not tasting it. Something about it containing raw egg and the risk of salmonella. Which was all nice but not enough of a deterrent. Cheekily you pointed towards the oven with a "you need that on already?" and, as hoped, Carmy looked at it with a frown. It gave you the perfect window of opportunity to swipe your finger into the bowl to get some of the forbidden treat. The spatula smacked against the back of your hand as Carmy let out an outraged "oi!"

"Ow!" Your mock hurt had him frowning for a moment before realisation dawned on him. Mainly because you're tried to stick your finger in the bowl again while he was busy feeling guilty. This time said bowl was wrenched away as Carmy twisted to protect his precious dough. Like such a tactic had ever stopped you before. With dogged determination, you lunged to follow, hand out and ready to scoop up the dough that was going to be all the more tasty for how hard you had to work for it. Half laughed cries of "stop it" and "no" echoed through the kitchen until the bowl was sent clattering across the counter as Carmy changed tactics.

Strong arms locked around you as he bodily tried to stop you. Fire, as you well knew, had to be fought with fire in such an instance. As your arms were trapped, you employed dead weight physics (or, as you preferred to call it: molecular densitising). The two of you went crashing to the ground amid shouts and laughter. Though it had started out as a mock fight, all too soon the two of you were grunting and wrestling on the ground. At last you sat, straddling Carmy's hips, hands pinned his wrists above his head. What you didn't expect was him to grin.

"I win," he announced from under you.

"What? No! I win! You're pinned."

All it took was one roll of his hips from something very suspicious and familiar to poke you. As your eyes widened in understanding, Carmy licked his lips.

"As I said, I win."

The only sensible response to that was to lean down and kiss him silly. It meant letting his wrists go and his hands were immediately on you, one shoving under your t-shirt while the other cupped your cheek to angle the kiss better. Clothes couldn't come off quickly enough after that. As you pulled your top off, Carmy was leaving nipping kisses on your chest, tongue catching on a nipple as he sat up. Awkwardly twisting, he tugged a drawer open behind him and you sent a silent thanks to the universe that he was so determined to be well prepared in all situations. The lube was handed over to you and Carmy sprawled back on the floor, content to let you do all the hard work.

Not soon enough, you were sinking down on his length, watching as his lowed lip was caught between teeth to stifle any noises. Once settled, you reached with your clean hand, thumb swiping over his chin to encourage Carmy to release not just his lip but the sounds too. It worked like a dream.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he rumbled, hands on your hips, guiding you to start moving. You didn't exactly need much encouragement to start riding him at a leisurely pace. As you moved, taking pleasure in the way your body was reluctant to move far from him, your hands landed on his chest, fingertips leaving small valleys in his skin as you pressed down. When he grunted, you curled your figners, nails biting into the muscle. It earned you a whine and his hips twitched up. Not bad but you could both do better.

Picking up the pace a bit, you started riding Carmy in earnest, relishing how he met each of your movements with a thrust of his own. Sooner than you would have ideally liked, his head was thrown back, soft noises building in the back of his throat. Sitting back, you braced against your own calves. It changed the angle, rather than thrusting the two of you were grinding as Carmy stared up at you with his mouth open, half formed words and pleas never quite making their way out of his throat.

One hand drifted from your hip, stroked across the warm skin of your belly just to wander lower. The way Carmy's fingers ghosted teasingly over you was only a little mean but he didn't mean it like that. He wanted you to feel good too but his body and mind weren't quite able to split his focus. Not when you were circling your hips just so.

"Shit. Slow, darling, slow," he all but whined yet you refused to listen. The hand touching you became sloppier, his eyes blown wide and gasps ragged. You had carmy exactly where you wanted him; on edge and spiralling higher. "Please. Fuck. Gonna-"

That was as far as Carmy got as you leaned back forward, hands planted firmly against his chest and rode him in earnest. Truth be told, you were also getting close but you weren't going to finish before he was. It was a matter of pride and your reward was going to be some cookie dough as well as some excellent sex.

It didn't take much before Carmy's spine arched and you would have put good money on his toes curling if you bothered to turn to look. However, you were too caught up in watching Carmy shudder below you, muscles locking and relaxing as he gave himself over to his pleasure. Only once he was a boneless pile below you, cock softening inside you did you reach to touch yourself. Heavy lidded, dark eyes stared, torn between watching your face and your hand. With such a rapt audience it didn't take long for you to cry out either, head tipped back and eyes sightlessly staring at the celiing.

Sated, you flopped forward and plastered yourself against Carmy's chest. After a minute of collecting your scattered brain cells, you push up just enough to look Carmy in the eye.

"Still winning," you announce cheekily.

"Fuck. I thought you'd forget."

"Your dick is great but not that great."

Hands stroked over your thighs as Carmy hummed, seemingly deep in thought. "You know, you're right. I could have done better. Get on the bed. I have a point to prove."

By the time the two of you were done, the cookie dough had been sat on the side long enough for the butter to melt into a sad wet puddle under it. Sure, it was a waste but Carmy looked all too smug that you were no longer willing to try and eat it raw.

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when is the next blurb please!!

You know what, Non? How about right now? You're my first ever ask on this blog and I feel like you deserve a little treat for that. Here it goes:

Time with Carmy is precious. That's just a fact of life. He's busy, you've got your own life to deal with too, so seeing each other is truly the highlight of your day usually. There's just nothing that can top spending hours together, chatting or watching something. Sharing meals or snacks while laughing. It's all just lovely. You adore it, he adores it. Though there are some downsides too.

Just because you make each other's lives better doesn't mean that everything is magically fixed. Carmy still sleeps like shit, he has nightmares, insomnia plagues him like it's nobody's business. While you do what you can, you need to look after yourself and can't always be there for him through every long night. Falling into bed at the end of a long day is nice. You cuddle up to him, he wraps solid arms around you. Trading kisses and soft wishes of a good night, you drift off first without fail. And you wake up to Carmy having made breakfast, already finished his workout for the day and is probably already past his second cigarette.

To wake up in a bed that isn't empty is a rare treat. Once in a blue moon, Carmy will hit a point where his body crashes and he sleeps deep enough to quiet his mind and quell his anxiety. Those are the moments you treasure so much. Without fail he'll be facing you, naturally curling into your warmth but not quite daring to cuddle in, shy as he is even when asleep. It give you a chance to lie on your side and just look at him. The lines at the corners of his eyes, creasing when he smiles (which has been more often of late), the contour of his lips are so tempting to trace, his curls flattened yet still unruly. That's what has you reaching out, smoothing a stray strand to tuck behind his ear. Carmy doesn't even stir.

Content to just watch him, listen to the soft rush of air of his breaths, you stay motionless in bed. Finally Carmy is resting, if only he could do it every night. Sometimes your heart breaks for him but you know that he's working on it, trying to get better even if the change was scary. It just made you love him all that bit more. Healing was hard, it was slow but it was so worth it.

Gradually the deep even breaths pick up in pace as finally sleep relinquishes its con4s gtfdx trol. You get to watch Carmy's eyes flutter open, try to focus as he reaches a hand for you. And, like every morning you've done this, he cups your cheek with a smile and a soft, disbelieving little laugh.

"You stayed."

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Luck wasn't something that always revealed itself at first glance. For example, you and Carmy had taken the morning to run some errands and have a breakfast date. The plan had been to walk him to The Beef for the lunch rush. Now though, the two of you were running, heads down and giggling as the summer thunderstorm drenched you both.

Stumbling in through the backdoor of The Beef, you stood facing each other, soaking wet and grins wide and easy. What was truly unfair was how good Carmy looked, white t-shirt plastered to his body, highlighting his muscles and...your eyes lingered on his chest, more specifically his nipples.

"Come on, I've got a spare hoodie in the locker." His words broke you out of your revrie, cheeks heating at being caught staring. Given the way he was looking at you, he knew exactly what you had been looking at.

In the changing room he opened a locker and rummaged around. The promised hoodie was handed over while a fresh t-shirt was chucked on the bench carelessly for himself. A look was sent your way, like was assessing and weighing things up. Whatever it was, he obviously came to a conclusion as he reached to grab the neck of his wet t-shirt and he pulled.

You don't know what you were expecting but this wasn't how you imagined seeing him topless for the first time. Mouth dry, your eyes followed the revealed skin until they caught on something silver. It wasn't the chain usually around his neck. Two little balls on either side of his nipples. Piercings. Fuck.

"Yo. Eyes up here." Carmy, the bastard, seemed entirely too entertained. He made no move to cover up. Almost cocky, he picked up the dry t-shirt so casually that it had to be faked. "Like what you see?" Teasing, his fingers played with the hem of his shirt but made no move to put it on. "Went down to Amsterdam for a weekend when I worked in Denmark. Seemed like a fun idea."

You only nodded along, tongue wetting your lips. The desire to touch was strong, he was right there, in easy reach. Tentatively, you raised a hand. Carmy stepped back, shirt rising to pull over his head.

"Turned out to be an excellent idea, if you know what I mean." After a beat he tugged the t-shirt down, hiding the piercings from sight. Finally, you could tear your eyes away from his chest and meet his gaze. "You can find out how great an idea it was later, if you'd like."

You'd very much like. Already your mind was racing ahead to imagine up scenarios. Carmy, spread on the bed, pinned under you as you straddled his hips, seeing whether you could get him off by just playing with his piercings only. He was in for a world of pleasure under your hands, he just didn't know it yet.

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For all the hard work Carmy put into the restaurant, he barely complained. Well. That wasn't quite true. He whinged about labels having torn edges, about having to show allegedly experienced chefs just how to care for the knives properl. The near enough constant bellyaching about suppliers was one that had you rolling your eyes on a regular basis. However, the one thing Carmy never mentioned or whinged about was the toll the job took on him. More specifically, his body.

You had done your research. Hell, you'd even had a short stint in a coffee shop while in college. That was nowhere near the level Carmy worked at and it had been awful for you all the same. The heat, the public, the constant hand washing, it all added up. But the worst part? How your feet had ached after a solid shift. Needless to say, you left the job as quickly as you could afford to, it really wasn't your kind of thing. More importantly, you had a sneaky suspicion that Carmy ached in unimaginable ways at the end of each day.

Not once did he mutter darkly about cuts and burns, about how the skin of his knuckles tended to split in the cold, dry air. Muscles adjusted, sure, but the body didn't get used to pain. Some days you could have sworn you saw Carmy wince as he straightened up. An idea was forming in your mind.

It wasn't easy to pull off. You could have sworn Carmy had some kind of sixth sense for when softness and gentleness was imminent. The skill with which he deflected attention would have been admirable if it wasn't infuriating. Offers of running him a warm bath were rebuffed with claims about hot water being funky at his place (it wasn't, you'd tried it out, Carmy just seemed strangely attached to having a cold shower). A shoulder rub was ruined by his inability to keep still. After two light passes over tense muscles, your hands had traced air because he'd leaned forward to grab something off the coffee table. The back massage ended before it even started when he grabbed the bottle of scented massage oil and gave it a sniff. At first you'd thought it might have clashed with his senses but then he muttered something about lavender aioli and began scanning the ingredients list. Next moment he was scribbling something in his notebook by the bed. You're fairly certain that mushrooms were involved but you didn't ask.

Determination may as well have been your middlename because you were going to make absolutely certain that Carmy got a bit of pampering. Even if it had to be done covertly and without him realising. The opportunity presented itself with laughable ease. Carmy was sprawled on the sofa, eyes heavy but sleep refused to come for him. Tapping his legs, you demanded they be lifted so you could plop down and drag his feet into your lap. A fairly standard end to the evening, nothing to set off any alarm bells in his head. Touches started slow, a hand resting on his shin, doing nothing more than just being a presence. As he didn't react, you slwoly start squeezing, fingers working the muscles of his calf. From the corner of your eye you see Carmy shift and look at his own leg but nothing comes out of his mouth. Good, that was how you intended things to happen.

Ever so gradually, the squeezes turned to rubs as you massage first one leg then the other. As your hands drift down to his feet, he recoils a little.

"Don't. Ticklish." You weren't going to tickle him, that was pretty much the exact opposite of your plans. With a firm grip, you took his ankle and pulled it back into your lap. The first pass of hard pressure over the arch of his foot had Carmy making a funny noise in his throat. It was cute, you wanted to hear more. By some miracle, Carmy didn't resist. You were allowed to work harshly over the balls of his feet, trace the arches and revel in his small twitches.

By the time you pulled the socks off, he was near enough liquid goop on the sofa. Thankfully your hand was warm as you ran the tip of your finger lightly down the length of his bare foot and he kicked a little, grumbling but not doing much else. That was all the reassurance you needed before unleashing your true intent. Grabbing one foot with both hands, you squeezed and rubbed, watching the way Carmy's face scrunched up before relaxing into something serene.

Not daring to say anything, you continue rubbing his feet, tracing his toes, all while your eyes are firmly on the TV. The odd glance you dared send his way was enough of a reward. Eyes closed, face slack and devoid of all traces of a frown, Carmy looked at peace. Eventually, when your hands were starting to ache, you paused. He took that as the opportunity to sit up, shoulder to shoulder.

"You're amazing," he murmured, looking up from under his lashes. "But also gross. Feet are disgusting."

In one fell swoop you had undone all your hard work; you lifted your hands and waved them in his face. His screech of "feet hands" Go wash them!" had you laughing too hard to breathe. You were definitely doing this again at some point.

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Cutesie nicknames weren't Carmy's thing. You found out the hard way. Calling him dear, sweetheart, darling, my love all had him freezing and not in a good way. In fact, you'd go as far as saying he even withdrew. Reining back the words of affection was difficult because, to you, they just feel right. However, the almost haunted look Carmy got at them quickly put a stop to them because you never wanted to be the cause of that again.

Finding the happy middleground was almost an accident. Carmy was testing some new recipe and you were the lucky recipient of his efforts.

"So what's this one?" You look at the plate with intrigue.

"That's a bechemel sauce base with oak smoked bacon-"

"Spaghetti Carmenara?" The words are out your mouth before you can think better of it and you're treated to the sight of Carmy going through a series of emotions in the space of a couple of seconds. To save face, you take a large mouthful in a less than elegant way. Humming in appreciation, you nod and Carmy watches raptly. "That's good," comes your verdict. "Should try replacing the bacon though. What about-" and your lips are turning up into a grin already, unable to hold back, "-trying some Carma Ham."

Silence. Carmy seems broken as he processes what you just said.

"Wouldn't work."

"Parma Ham, Carma Ham, get it?" You're giggling.

"I am choosing to take your suggestion as a purely culinary one." Despite his words he is looking decidedly entertained as you eat more.

Waving your fork around, your eyes flash dark with mischief. "Tomorrow, think you could make Carm Chicken?"

Watching him take a deep breath, you await his reaction. You are not disappointed. Both arms braced on the table, he leans down to be eye level with you, cheeks already red. Gaze searching your face, he finds whatever comfort he needed to proceed.

"I'm a chef, not a baker." Confusing but okay, you nod even if you don't quite follow. Carmy, locks eyes with you as he continues, "But, if you asked me, I would stay up all night making cream pies with you."

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It was only a three days and two nights thing but Carmy didn't look enthused in the slightest. Why he even agreed to go back to New York was beyond you and he couldn't explain it either. No matter, the emd result was Carmy shoving a couple of changes of clothes into a backpack while muttering darkly about hating airports.

When you asked him, he denied any fear of flying. His complaints seemed much more centred around the non-stop nature of travel with no smoking breaks or detours.

"Then you get out and there's all this buzz. And you're a disappointment to all these people because you're not who they want to see walking out, you know?"

Which only served to give you an idea. Not that you had long to pull it off but you tried. Carmy had insisted on getting himself to the airport so the last you saw of him was a retreating back covered by a half full backpack. The kiss he'd pressed to your lips left them tingling.

Getting a day off work at such short notice but your boss owed you after countless favours you'd done for him. A quick trip to the local party shop and you had all the supplies you needed.

Two sleeps later you were clock watching. Carmy's flight had landed, he only had carry-on luggage, so hopefully he was going to walk through any moment now. Sure enough, hs did. Shoulders hunched, head bowed and hand jammed in his pocket, he looked tired and, knowing him, his fingers were fidgeting with his cigarettes which he despartely needed. As he approached, you did your best attempt of a terrible accent.

"Berzatto? Taxi for Carmen Berzatto?"

Head snapping up, Carmy glanced around. Eyes landing on the balloons, the glitter sign and your wide smile, he grinned. Vaulting the barrier never looked more easy than when he did it. Smile disbeliebing, eyes crinkling, he cupped your cheek.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

Not the sexy or the cute response you were hoping for but it was honest.

"Told my boss I had someone important coming to town."

"Did you now?" The smile turned to a little "oomph" as he leaned in to kiss you. Sign forgotten, it went clattering to the ground as you wrapped arms around his neck. Strong palms skated down your side until Carmy grabbed your thighs and hoiseted you up. Squealing, you clutcued at him, determined to keep the kiss going.

A wolf-whistle put a stop to your sudden making out. Yet rather than return you to the floor, Carmy simply adjusted his hold and carried you to the car park. Leaning closer, you whisper in his ear, "welcome home.:

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The first time you see Carmy, you don't think much about him. Sure, he's attractive but it's late and you're on your way home from work. By the looks of it, so is he, hands stuffed in the pockets of a rather enviable coat, chin tucked into the zipped closed neck. He seems half asleep but shuffles off after only a couple of stops.

While you're not quite a creature of habit, you find that this guy is. He gets on the fourth carriage of the one before last train. Some nights you see him one carriage over, staring blankly at a point on the floor. It's a comfort even if you never talk, he probably isn't aware of your existence.

Which is why you find yourself catching the penultimate train home, taking the fourth carriage more often than not. Sure, sometimes you could catch the earlier train but cute and curly is never on that one. It's that parasocial familiarity that has you watching as his head falls forward, sleep actually dragging him under just as his regular stop pulls up. After only a moment's debate, you get up and tap his shoulder.

"Don't miss your stop."

He shoots awake with a slight snort and just about manages to stumble off the train before the doors close. As you sit back down, you see him staring at you through the door, blue eyes wide and confused.

Not thinking much about it, you continue as before. It's a couple of days before you see him again. It's only as he's about to step off that he turns and looks at you.

"You like doughnuts?"

"Who doesn't?"

He's off the train and the doors close before you realise what you'd said and groan. At least he's not staring at you, not even a glance over his shoulder.

The next night you're on the train and, at his regular stop, he gets on too. This time he looks right at you and your stomach does a curious flip. A box is thrust rather unceremoniously at you.

"For the other night. You know, as thanks." He's rubbing his eyebrow and, against your better judgement, you take the box. Flipping it open, you wonder whether you should be accepting a doughnut from a stranger. But you're starving and it looks like a damn good doughnut. After a moment's hesitation you pick it up and take a nibble. It is so good that you could weep. All caution thrown to the wind, you make short work of the sweet, delicious ball of dough. Only once it's gone and your fingers are licked clean do you look up and are, once again mortified because you're being watched with curiosity and admiration.

"That was fucking amazing," you say with a shrug. "Thank you, Mr. Magic."

A soft laugh is drawn from the guy at that and he shakes his head, finally looking away.

"Thanks for not letting me miss my stop."

"If I get a doughnut for it, I should do it more often." You can't help the grin tugging at his lips. "So, who are you, anyway?"

With his stop approaching, the man stood in front of the door. "I'm Carmy. You?"

Your answer is lost in the sound of the doors closing. But Carmy seems to smile all the same and nods at the awkward little wave you send him. Something tells you that the journey home from now on will be a little less lonely most nights.

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