NARROW THOUGHTS : TRAILER.
CARMEN x READER PREVIEW!!!
Warnings: FLUFF, Clingy!Carmen × Reliable!Reader, NOT quite an established relationship, soooo much fluffy fluff. romance with a bit of plot, ZERO use of yln, reader is implied female but little to no use of specific pronouns, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young) in italian
official fic here: part one.
this is just a trailer, actual fic is still a work in progress!! feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated :)
wc: 672, English is not my first language, expect mistakes.
You were cold, your jacket soaking wet from the Chicago rain as you made your way onto the L. Your mouth felt dry, your stomach dropping to your feet when you realized you hadn't checked on Carmen all day — and hardy at all that entire week. You figured you didn't have to stress over your absence too much, but a text wouldn't hurt.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket, your eyes glancing over it as you tried to find Carmy's contact through the static in your brain.
Hey. 11:34pm
Haven't seen you in a bit. Did you get home okay? 11:35pm
Your fingers frantically danced around the keyboard, your leg bouncing as you waited for a response. You needed something to calm your nerves. That feeling in your empty belly told you something wasn't right; you must've missed something. 'Fomo,' you called it.
Meanwhile, Carmen was taking his first steps into his apartment for that night, the cold air conditioning doing nothing to provide any comfort from the Chicago cold. He felt his phone vibrate once against his pocket, not thinking to check who it might've been as he tossed his baseball cap onto the couch; until it vibrated a second time.
He fished his phone out from the depths of his pocket, the blue-light shining against his face; your contact name, 'Pico' showing up twice. He removed his wool jacket, letting it fall onto the couch before setting his phone down and peeling off his tight-fitting, white t-shirt and taking a seat on the couch. Carmen held his phone between his hands, his leg bouncing as he thought of what could've justified you texting him after being out of touch with one another, practically all week. But he opened the text.
Just got home. You still on the L? 11:45pm.
He put a hand over his mouth, grazing his thumb over his cheek as he thought of the distance you two experienced. You hadn't visited The Beef all week, you hadn't asked him or Richie for help moving the furniture into the vintage thrift shop that you planned on opening in just 4 weeks.
You licked your lips as you stepped into your apartment, the warm glow from your kitchen making you feel comfortable... and it was empty. Too empty, now that you could afford your place and didn't split rent with your co-worker, Ashley, anymore. You were used to having Carmen here every once and a while, discussing business plans, leaving a jacket or two, but this week was lonely.
You and Carmen knew each other once: two aspiring hotshots in New York City, working alongside each other at the best restaurant on the planet, but this was now. You liked the simplicity of your soon to be vintage coffee shop. Just a little over a year ago, you'd come home with dry, calloused fingers and bits of onion under your finger nails that would burn your eyes later. You couldn't take it anymore. Not after what the head chef put you and Carmen through for the very last time. You left, never considering that Carmen would've returned for any particular reason; but there he was, in Chicago, just 15 minutes away from you by car, fixing up 'mom and dads piece of shit' that his late brother passed onto him.
And something deep in your stomach urged you to see him.
Just tonight. It won't be weird, right? Just two adults trying to catch up on each others lives, like good people, with the little bit of free time they both had.
You felt like you practically owed him a chunk of your leisure. It was the least you could do.
Literally just got off lol. 11:52pm
Can you come over? Just wanna catch up. 11:56pm
You replied, your nails against your teeth as you stared at your phone, waiting impatiently for a response. You stood in your living room, with one of Richie's 'original beef' t-shirts and grey sweatpants, the TV on with no sound emitting from it, and just a little bit of desire in your body: making the tips of your fingers tingle.
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soooo, one of the guys i play dnd with said a few days ago that his dad tested positive for covid and i'm like... why are you here then? where is your mask? i know you barely see the man but you still live in the same house?
then thursday and friday were both more or less 18 hour days for me (big event at work)
long story short, i wake up today with a sore throat, and i'm sneezing more than usual.
both have subsided since this morning but...
I'm so hoping that this is a cold from tiring myself out 😭 i'm not in the mental headspace to be sick rn
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