#carm's drabbles

[mouseymilkovich]

I feel like I’m lurking in ur inbox but

I saw this tiktok of this dad letting his baby teething on his arm. I just feel like when Carmy sees his baby fussing he’d stick his arm out for it to teethe on and not even acknowledge it around the others.

please always lurk in my inbox sonia. you always have such wonderful ideas and thoughts and blurbs!!!!

g/n baby cus i said so. no content tags just fluff and sillies

Recently, your little baby had started teething and had been ridiculously fussy. You tried every fucking toy that you could possibly find, but the only thing that ever seemed to work was your husband's arm— for some fucking reason.

It got to the point where the second your baby would start crying, no matter what Carmy was doing, no matter if you had fucking company, he would just stick his arm out the kid would just go to town, chomping on his arm. It baffled you. It also baffled Sugar the first time she saw it.

"Um, Carm?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow at him.

"Hm?" He'd hum in response, not even looking up at his sister while he was reading some review on his phone.

"Is this... normal...?" She tilted her head to the side.

"What?" Carmy muttered back

"The... the baby, Carm. The baby."

"Oh, yeah. They just do this now." He shrugged.

Sugar opened her mouth to speak at first, but she knew first hand that babies were just weird. So, she decided not to question it further.

Could've been worse things for the baby to teethe on, honestly.

[kyloknightren]

carmy and syd just sitting outside the back of the restaurant benches on the last days before they part ways (show ending)

they are friendly and smiling sharing stories

i will always love you sydney tells him with a small smile

me too syd carmy with the same sad smile

but they don't say goodbye (immortality by celine dion coded)

i’m ruining my brain even more by imagining sydney and carmy having a moment at one of the restaurant tables during break and a shot of him looking at that spot remembering and smiling.

(song inspiration the alcott by the national)

[thebearer]

the bearer blurbs: carmen berzatto | 1 |

carmen gets jealous

touch starved carmen

carmen with a daddy kink

carmen takes care of you when you're sick

getting your first tattoo with carmen

carmen begging to eat you out

casual dominance with carmen

ass eating blurb

being carmen's taste tester

dom!carmen

making out with soft dom!carmen

asshole to the world but not the girl trope

casual/heavy-ish dominance with carmen

you get hurt, carmen comforts you

blowing carmen in the kitchen

you're stressed and carmen helps

brat tamer!carm making you ride his cock

carmen makes a decision for the restaurant without asking you

quiet calm fluffy mornings with carmen

more casual dominance with carmen

carmen making you say nice things about yourself during sex

making carmen comfort food

how you and carmen meet (customer pov blurb)

richie's speak now moment

carmen dating someone just like him

safe foods with carmen

dom!carmen spanking you with the wooden spoon part two

pete comforting you through your first berzatto family reunion

first family as a couple

eras tour with carmen (ft. richie)

carm w/ inexperienced gf

i wish i'd never met you part two

carmen comforts you after a bad day

bad self talk/ reader skips meals blurb comfort/ angst

doing carmen skincare

drunk reader tells carmen "i have a boyfriend"

size kink smut

cutting carmen's hair

casual dominance with carmen 3

chain dangling smut

boudoir shoot for carmen

dom!carmen hcs

anal training smut

"drop the attitude" with dom!carm

defending pete blurb

shy reader having a crush on carmen blurb

carmen picks up drunk reader from girl's night fluff (horny edition)

stressful day unwind with carmen

carmen's sixth sense for when you don't eat fluff

punishment with dom!carm

you didn't tell carmen about your big achievement (angst/comfort)

jewelry smutty drabbles with carmen

giving carmen the silent treatment

the fire in the apartment with established relationship

carmen buying you flowers

aftercare with dom!carmen

carmen asking you to move in with him

you have a bad relationship with your dad (ft uncle jimmy) blurb

carmen fucking you with lingerie on smut

carmen comforts you through an anxiety attack

part 2 blurb of the feeling aka the karaoke double date

carmen catching you masturbating in his shirt

brat tamer!carmen spanking you

protective carm with younger (early 20s) gf in college

mutual masturbation w/ inexperienced carmen

soft!dom!carmen doting on stressed reader

the honeymoon smut

first christmas

casual dom carm giving you vitamins

carmen cheers you up after a bad day

casual dom carm giving you your medicine

carmen tying your shoes

carmen "recharging" himself

praise kink carmen

carmen cooking your comfort meal

[carmenberzattosgf]

idk if this is just me as a pastry chef (i actually am and fun fact the school they filmed at in S2 is the college i just graduated from) but i’m very calm and collected and i just want to take his stress away from him in the form of sweet treats and praise (please i need this as a drabble)

Stop baking Carmy sweet treats?? Omg.

No one has ever really baked for Carmy. Sure, people during culinary school, or at the restaurant have cooked for him before. But it wasn’t for him. It was just for him to try a recipe they were working on to make sure it was on the right track.

That changed when you started dating Carmy. Slowly, you learn what his favorite desserts are. You’ll stop by the bear and drop off a treat for him when you can squeeze it into your schedule.

Carmy can’t help the blush that runs to his cheeks when Richie goes to the back and hands him a brown paper bag with his name on it, followed by a heart. “Your girl stopped by. Left this for you.”

“Thanks Richie.” Carmy quickly grabs the bag from Richie’s hands without another word and starts to walk back to his office.

“You gonna tell me what’s in the bag?”

“Fuck off Richie.”

Once he’s in his office, Carmy opens the bag to find a huge chocolate chip cookie, and a small note. He opens the note first and is met with your handwriting.

Carm, I was working on this batch of cookies and was thinking about you. Thought you might need a chocolate break, and I know these are some of your favorites. Have a good day at work. You’re the best. I’m convinced you can do anything you put your mind to. I love you dearly, y/n.

He takes the note and pins it to the small bulletin board in his office before eating half the cookie. Carmy is counting down the hours until he can see you after work.

Little does he know you’re already slaving away in your kitchen making a whole batch of those cookies for him when he knocks at your door.

[garbinge]

That One Christmas Without Carmy

Michael "Mikey" Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge (22/30)

Word Count: 2k A/N: A little flashback with Mikey.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of abuse, angst, sadness, depression. Other fics from this universe The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas @gills-lounge @navs-bhat @cosmicak @kmc1989

It was the one Christmas Carmy didn’t come home. With how things were with him, you weren’t shocked. He barely answered your texts, you talked for two minutes every few months. Things were just different, you knew he was distancing himself. It took some time but you put the pieces together as to why and weren’t going to force him into anything. 

You walked into the house, apple cider in your hand, something you did every year you came. Sugar hated that Donna drank herself a mess every holiday, which made bringing alcohol feel wrong, not to mention when you started coming over for these events as an adult, you were still under the legal drinking age and you knew food was off limits when Donna was cooking the 7 fishes. So apple cider it was. 

Not bothering to engage in whatever conversation was happening in the living room, you moved throughout the house looking for a quiet corner to just collect your thoughts. Life had been pretty rocky lately, you just moved back not that long ago and you still felt like you were trying to get your footing from being in Indiana with the jackass that was your ex. You weren’t sure what life held for you, but the pressure alone was enough to weigh you down. 

You let out the deepest sigh as you collapsed your back on the wall next to the pantry where Mikey was standing, the only quiet corner of the house that wasn’t the bathroom which was currently being hot boxed by the Faks. 

He let out a chuckle and a head shake, letting his long hair fall all crazy around him. 

“Just need a minute.” You stared at the ceiling. 

“Feel that.” Mikey was now staring up at the ceiling with you. “Sorry about the craziness.” 

“Ironically, Mikey, this is the most stable environment I’ve been in.” 

“You know that’s fucked, right?” He looked over at you with a smile. 

“Beats sitting in an empty house waiting for a santa that never comes.” You remembered the one Christmas in middle school where your dad told you he was going to visit Santa and to stay in the living room and he’d be back with gifts, he didn’t show back up for 3 days, and all he had in his hand was a public indecency ticket and a 6-pack. “I don’t think you get how much this shit means to me Mikey. You, Sug, Carm, shit, even Richie. You guys saved me, Donna being well,” you pointed to the kitchen as a way to replace any verb that just felt completely underwhelming in comparison of the action, “it’s something I’d happily deal with just to have your guys company.” 

“We love you, kid.” He grabbed your shoulder, staring at you. 

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. 

“You talk to him lately?” 

“No.” He answered quickly. “You?” He was now staring down at the floor, waiting for an answer.

“Not really. Maybe a month ago. He actually called me once, wished me a happy half birthday.” You chuckled and looked over at Mikey who was making a weird face. “It’s like a tradition.” You started to explain since he looked very confused. “We’ve done it since we were kids.” You shrugged. “But other than that and a text to let me know he wasn’t coming home, he hasn’t answered my calls. Barely texts me back.” 

“You know last year, he was standing right there where you are, giving me shit ‘bout talking to Claire Bear for him.” He laughed at the memory while you rolled your eyes. “Jealous?” Mikey caught you and smirked. 

“Barely.” You huffed. “It’s just so crazy you guys can’t see it.” You shrugged and looked at Mikey who was giving you a look like ‘are you going to continue?’. It made you laugh but you obliged. “You’re gonna make fun of me and him for saying this, but Carm, he’s so delicate. He gets tipped off his scale so easily you gotta ease him into things. I bet you, you, Richie, and Fak bum rushed him about how hot she is, and how he needs to hit that and whatever. That shit throws him off, you gotta be smooth with it. When he’s here, he’s waiting for something to tip the scales, that's why it’s so easy to tip.” 

“It was cousin Steve, not Fak, but you’re not wrong, that is what happened.” He nodded, letting his hand rest on the frame across from him as his head dropped and his back was still against the other side of the frame. “It’s like you’re his best friend or some shit.” It was meant as a joke, a light hearted comment but it held a lot more weight for you.

“I don’t know about that anymore.” 

“What happened to you out in Indiana. Could tell shits been different for you since then.” Mikey continued the conversation, his leg now lightly kicking the door frame as a subconscious tik. 

“Some really fucked shit happened. After all of it, I went to see Carmy, could tell he was working really hard to separate himself from this, and I just so happen to be a part of this. I think I tip the scales.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I most definitely tip the fuckin’ Carmy scales.” Mikey laughed, looking back down at the ground. 

“You know, you’re like a brother to me, Mikey.” That comment brought his eyes back up to you, his head nodding and his hair flopping all over the place as he acknowledged you. 

“I love you like a sister, you know this, sometimes even more than Sugar, you don’t ask Ma if she’s okay 20 times a day.” He teased, a smile growing on his face. 

It was nice to see him smile, it was so rare these days it felt like. 

“Your moms scales are easily tipped, too. Probably where Carm gets it.” You were now walking past him in the door frame and sitting on the radiator box that was parallel to the stairs. “Guess I got my dad’s scales, untippable.” You shrugged as you jumped up. 

“Think I got mine’s too.” Mikey’s eyebrows raised, he shifted his positioning, so he was facing you since you moved, but quickly mimicked how he was standing before, back against the door frame, hand on the opposite side holding him up. “How is your Pops?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s Christmas Eve so, drunk, probably in a casino.” 

“Some things don’t change.” His eyes were now connected to yours. 

“And yet I feel like I can’t recognize my life anymore.” Your legs began to kick back and forth slightly hitting the radiator beneath you.

“Well, a lot of things do change.” Mikey shrugged, a smile growing on his face at the irony of his statements. 

“Funny guy.” You smiled back. 

“Bear made me this drawing that Christmas. Told me about Copenhagen.” He let out a deep sigh. “I tipped the scale though.” 

“He just misses you, Mike. Wishes he was doing this with you.” It was spoken like it was so obvious and Mikey missed all the signs. 

“He told you that?” It was curious how he asked, like he knew all along, but there was some shit no one but him knew that prevented it all from happening. 

“No, but I know he told you that, he’s my best friend, I've known him since we were kids, I know what he’s thinking before he thinks it.” You spoke jokingly but obviously.

“It’s just a mess here.” Mikey wasn’t in the mood to joke about this and you could tell that immediately.

“But it’s home.” You spoke in the same seriousness.The doorbell rang and you looked at Mikey and quickly nodded your head to the right. “I’ll get it.” 

Mikey stayed leaning against the pantry’s door frame as you walked over to the front door. With a smile, you tossed open the door, expecting to see Pete or even one of the Fak’s since they always managed to lock themselves out every year but your heart dropped when you saw him. 

“Hey, I uh, called your dad, said I could probably find you here.” 

The last time you saw this man was when Richie was pointing a gun at him in the middle of The Beef which was last year. That added with the fact that he mentioned talking to your father, you barely got to talk to him and he can just call him up and he offers up your information like its nothing. The feeling of your heart dropping was quickly being replaced with rage bubbling in every part of your boddy, but your hands and arms specifically. 

“What the fuck do you want.” It must’ve been obvious you were getting angry because the man in front of you lifted his arms in a sense on innocence but you knew there was nothing innocent about him. 

“Was back in the area, missed you, I know how much you love the holidays, figured maybe we could go out, catch up, or not talk at all.” His eyebrows raised and as he was talking you definitely smelt the alcohol on his breath. 

“You should actually get the fuck out of here.” Your hand was firm on the door, despite them shaking, ready to slam it closed. 

The man took a step forward now, his begging mixed with a desire to show power. As his hand rested on the door he began to slightly push it open against yours.  “Don’t be like that, I always hated when you were like that, you’re too pretty to have an attitude that ugly.” 

Suddenly, the pushing on the door stopped and you felt a hand right above yours. Turning you saw Mikey standing behind you, taking all the weight of the door in his hand as he held firm with a deep frown on his face. 

“Pretty sure she told you to get the fuck outta here.” 

You weren’t sure if you were mortified or happy someone had your back right now. 

“I’m talkin’ to the lady, alright, don’t mean to be a bother, you don’t–you don’t gotta get involved.” It was said to be nonchalant but anyone could have read between the lines. 

“No, you’re not talkin’ to the lady.” In a way so opposite of his other hand, Mikey lightly touched your shoulder and smiled at you as he nodded behind him. Quickly he was taking your hand in his and moving you behind him. “C’mere sweetheart, stand right there.” He turned his attention back to the man at the door and hardened his face again. “You’re talkin’ to me. Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend.” He pointed to you and tried to peak past Mikey at you. 

“You ain’t shit. This is my house, my property, and she’s my friend. So I’m gonna need you to get the fuck out of here.” Mikey gripped the guy up with such ease, if it wasn’t for the flex of his muscles and the veins on his arms popping out, it wouldn’t have been obvious as to how hard his grip around this guys neck was. He tossed him down the stairs almost like a ragdoll, it helped that the man was in the bag drunk and had little to no reflexes readily available anymore. “If you ring this doorbell or do any other shit in or around this house, I’ll kill you.” With that the door was being slammed and he was turning to look at you. It broke him to see someone he saw as family so scared, your eyes were terrified still. 

He was tossing his arm over your shoulder and pushing you back through the kitchen and to the dining room where the chaos was. A sure way to keep your mind off everything. 

“Hey, c’mon now. Ignore that, let’s steal one of those cannolis, yea?” 

[writeroutoftime]

Hi! I saw Drabble requests are open if I’m wrong just ignore me. I looked at the prompt list. Could you do either #5 or #19 with Carmen? They seem to fit him well. Love your writing by the way!

a/n: hi there, thank you so much for sending this in! and, also, thank you for your kind words, it really means a lot! for this one, I decided to go with #19, cause it just seems so sweet with him! enjoy! 💗

(takes place when it's still the beef - post first date fluff | also, want to request a drabble? send it in!)

oOoOo

The bell above the old door chimed out to the staff as you walked into shop. No one at The Beef was shocked to see you, as it had become part of your routine to stop by every Thursday afternoon. However, this particular afternoon felt monumental as you pushed yourself pass the threshold.

Richie stood behind the counter and perked up when he saw you walk towards him. "Well, well, well. Lookie who we have here." he greeted with arms crossed over his chest as a shit-eating grin overtook his features.

"Hello, Richard." you greeted, rolling your eyes good naturedly.

"Yo, cousin," Richie shouted over his shoulder. "you-know-who is here. And it's not fucking Voldemort."

"You a Potterhead now?" you teased, leaning against the counter.

"Shut up, Eva's going through a phase. Now how was your date?" Richie started explaining before deflecting.

Luckily, he was saved by Carmy walking up, wiping his hands on the towel that hung by his hip. "What are you going on about, cousin?" he asked before spotting you, and quickly running his hands through his hair. Though, that only served to muss his curls up further. "Oh, uh, hi. Didn't expect to see you."

"Even though I come in every Thursday?" you teased, biting your lip to stop your grin from spreading further.

"Right, sorry, I knew that." he said, looking down sheepishly. "Uh, you want your usual?"

"That'd be great." you nodded, watching as Carmy threw the order over his shoulder. Your eyes also caught onto to the subtle shake of Carmy's hand. Reaching out, you squeezed his rough hand in yours and smiled. "Hey, I just want to say again, I really had a great time last night."

Carmen allowed himself a moment to focus on the way your hand fit in his. He appreciated the weight it provided, grounding him in that moment. "Yeah, no, um, I-I did too." he stumbled, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "I was wondering, you know if, uh," he began but stopped himself as he saw your smile.

It sent a jolt through him that knocked the wind out of him and sent his thoughts spiraling. He wasn't sure what he had done to get you to give him the time of day, let alone enjoy a night out with him, but he didn't want to lose a chance to do it again.

"Q-quit smiling at me." he said through a soft laugh. "I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

Feeling emboldened by his confession you pressed a bit further. "You like my smile?"

That seemed to throw him for a loop. "Y-yeah, of course. I like all of you. And that's why I was wondering if you maybe, I don't know, wanted to go out again?" he asked, one hand finding its way into his hair again.

"I'd love to, Carmy." you beamed. "I'll text you, okay?" you confirmed with a kiss to his cheek, grabbing the to-go bag Richie just placed down on the counter. "Thanks, Richie. See you later, Carm." you offered, waving once more before heading back to work.

You couldn't help the smirk on your lips as you overheard Richie razzing Carmy for the interaction. Yeah, he was a keeper.

[lskisms]

friend zone (love zone), s. adamu

syn. carmy stands syd up. you come to the rescue. and so does syd.

gen. romance.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness.

word count. 0.5k.

note. title from friend zone by ab6ix. prompt taken from this list. please feel free to send in a number + a character from any of the fandoms i write for. you'll get a cute little drabble out of it.

[2:34 pm] syd: do you want to try a bunch of different places with me?

sydney’s text is unexpected, but never, ever unwelcome. you pick it up and read it over, glad for a distraction from the paper you’re currently working on for your shakespeare class (it’s not due for another three weeks, but you want to be done with it sooner rather than later). you’ve been slaving away for hours and your fingers are starting to foreign to yourself after spending so long typing away on your laptop.

[2:35 pm] sure, i need a break from this paper.

[2:35 pm] is there any reason you’re restaurant hopping tho?

your friend’s reply comes a few seconds later.

[2:35 pm] syd: carmy and i have been working on the chaos menu today

[2:35 pm] syd: we were going to cleanse our palettes and get some ideas, but he bailed.

[2:36 pm] syd: i don’t really want to be sitting at these restaurants alone, so you in?

you smile to yourself, closing your laptop and standing up. after you stretch your arms and legs, roll your shoulders back to release tension from your spine, you type back a quick reply, telling her that you’re definitely in. you get dressed in what you think is your cutest cold weather outfit and check yourself in your mirror.

[2:38 pm] syd: okay, cool. meet you in front of kasama.

not even twenty minutes later, you see her leaning against the black brick facade, scrolling through her phone and looking moderately annoyed, no doubt at carmen for bailing. when she hears you approaching, though, she looks up and smiles, waving, which you return. the second you reach her, she kneels down and you look at her, confused.

“sorry. just… your shoelaces are untied. um… i didn’t think you noticed, so… you know… i’m tying them for you,” she says, not even looking up as she brushes off the question she knew was brewing. her fingers move quick and nimble, double knotting your converse without a word, strangely intimate in a way that tying shoelaces shouldn’t be but is because it’s her. the smile she wears when she stands back up is a little shy.

“um… thanks, syd,” you reply, tucking some hair behind your ear.

she nods, looks away, looks back at you. there’s a little tension, but it immediately dissipates when she gets back to the reason for you being here.

“so! like i said, carm and i were going to cleanse our palettes, look for some inspiration for the restaurant, but… yeah, he bailed out on me the second i got here, so…”

carmen, from all the interactions you’ve shared with him (few and far between), is a nice guy, for what it’s worth, if not a little spacy and rough around the edges. you like him well enough, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed that he left your friend out to dry like this. still, it’s given you an opportunity to spend more time with her.

“well, i don’t know much about food, so…”

“you’re good company and i could use an outsider’s perspective.” syd smiles at you and nods towards the entrance to kasama.

you let her lead the way.

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[kamapon]

There's a new monthly section on my P*treon where my all my lovely patrons can requests sketches and help me with their ideas for new drabbles.

This one was for Carme Mª Bersabé , she asked for Ciel from #kuroshitsuji in my style❤

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

exert from untitled carmelle drabble --

“Say, against the balance of probabilities Serena is alive. Why wouldn’t she come back?” That was the million dollar question. Literally. The reward for information on the Bishops had gone up over the length of the inquest. 

“Why didn’t Dee come back?” Carm asked, “Something, or someone, was preventing it.” 

“I don’t believe her story either by the way.” Elle said, making waving gesture with one hand, she had been skeptical from day one of Andrea and had seemingly transferred that skeptism onto Dee. What a terrible year to be friends with Toadie and Sonya and she was still shocked that Sindi of all people was in on it. “I mean. A few days? Sure. Fifteen years? Yeah. Right.”

“Because you’re the expert on faking your own death.”

“If it was me and you, there would be no force on this Earth that would stop me getting home to you and Chloe.” She said, with the conviction that makes Carmella thing she’s thought at length about faking her own death.

“God willing, Elle, you will not have to fake your own death.”

[hatchingphoenix]

Transmitter

Everyday Drabbles #974

The spacecraft touched down in the overgrown field, and a trio of figures climbed out, wearing full atmospheric suits. The farmhouse was just a rotting shell, but the transmitter installed on the sagging roof still worked, even as the building succumbed to time and the elements. It had sent a signal out into the dark, a thin stream of data, and they managed to follow the thread to its source. One of the figures nodded and released the seal on her helmet, shaking out her hair and breathing deeply. They finally returned home centuries after Earth was abandoned and lost.

[artist: Jocelin Carmes - https://www.artstation.com/jocelincarmes]

The Mountain’s Shadow is now available from Amazon and Smashwords!

[villains4hire]

[[ ♚ totes !!! ]]

♚ Hrm, I do need to share my latest drabbles with you since you like indulging in my glorbos as well and us just talking about our characters. Anyway, yeah, I trust you with the Sly series more than anyone really? I can't say I'd be able to write Cooper better but I could probably do Murray so long as it was game 2 Murray. I don't think I could ever get my interest for him though like I could for Carm. So it does mean a lot coming from you.

[mouseymilkovich]

First I wanted to tell you that I really love the way you write, you have me checking the app every minute. ✨️🤭

And second, I wanted to see if you'd like to write an idea that came to my head: it's about Carmy, maybe going to buy something or just walking around, who meets the reader (who is his first and great love), but due to different circumstances life separated them. They start talking and Carmy discovers that she got married, had a son and is now divorced and his eyes light up with this information.

Maybe he knows the reader's son in this integration or just knows of his existence

I'm really excited to see what you write (whether it's my request or not), I can't wait. 🌻❤️

oh yes. oh yes yes yes. i love this. the idea of step-dad!carmy???? yes. ALSO!!! THANK U SM

Content Tags: Uhhhh divorce mention ig??? Brief Claire mention too lol

Out of all the people in Chicago, Carmy had never expected to see you again. You were his first serious girlfriend— okay, his only serious girlfriend, considering how little time he'd spent dating between culinary school and now.

Of course, you'd forced yourself to move on with your life— you thought you'd probably never see Carmy again. You'd gotten married, had a kid, and now you were in the middle of a messy divorce. The worst part of things was deciding the custody of your son.

Your son, your beautiful son... Parker. Yes, you named him after your first love, Peter Parker... nobody else needed to know that, though.

Carmy had heard about your son through various people— Sugar, Richie, even Claire. Now, he was five years old, and you were going shopping to get school things for him. How much shit did a kindergartener need though, really?

Now, you weren't expecting to run into Carmy at Target. But you did. And you stared in silence at each other for a moment, before your son broke it.

"Mommy? You 'kay?" He asked.

You snapped out of your unintentional staring contest with Carmy, smiling a little at Parker. "Yeah, bud, mommy's fine."

"Who's dat?" He asked, looking over at Carmy curiously.

Carmy smiled awkwardly, anticipating how you would introduce him to your little boy.

"You this is mommy's friend, Carmen— almost everybody calls him Carmy, though." You explained with a little smile.

Friend.

"Uh, hi buddy. Yeah, I've known your mom for a real long time!" He nodded.

"Do you know my daddy too?" Parker asked Carmy curiously, tilting his little head.

"Oh, uh, no, bud. Sorry. I never met him. I'm sure I will though—"

"Probably... not." You muttered softly.

Carmy looked at you in confusion. Why would you not want him to meet your husband?

"We're in the middle of a divorce." You told Carmy quietly. You knew Parker knew, but you didn't exactly like talking about it in front of him.

"Oh— um, I'm sorry..." He replied softly, though it was hard to hide the excited gleam in his eye, hearing that you were newly single.

"It's... fine. I guess. Just... shit happens..." You muttered.

"Shit!" Parker repeated with a little giggle.

"Parker! No, you can't say that—" You said, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Parker, huh?" Carmy muttered, giving you a little smirk. "Wouldn't be after Peter Parker, would it?"

"Oh my god, so what if it is!" You laughed. "Shush. Nobody else has figured it out."

Carmy laughed softly, rolling his eyes. "So, um... just shopping?"

"School shopping. My boy's going to kindergarten!" You told Carmy with a proud, but slightly sad, smile.

"Damn... really?" He muttered softly. "Shit. Where's the time go?"

"I don't know..." You muttered with a little laugh.

You stood in silence for a moment. Finally, Carmy took a deep breath as he plucked up courage.

"Do you... wanna catch up? Over coffee or something? Sometime, I mean."

You were a little surprised by the question, but smiled. "Yeah... I'd like that."

"Can I come too?" Parker asked with big eyes.

You and Carmy both laughed, and you smiled at Carmy sweetly.

Carmy looked at Parker, and what he said just made your heart melt. "I would be honoured for you to join us, buddy."

Maybe this was the beginning of something better.

[mxonigirimiya]

Tw: weight, dieting, exercise

I really sat on a train and thought about Iwaizumi with an S/O who wants to lose weight.

I am a firm believer that Iwa practically vibrates when you tell him you wanna start/continue your fitness journey. Like he will not mention your weight at all anyway, but if you're like "Haji, I wanna lose some weight" he's gonna make sure that you wanna lose it for yourself, and not because you feel like you're fat and the like. But the moment you're like "I wanna do it for me" and he's 100% sure you mean it, man is ECSTATIC. He gets to take his love for fitness and share that with his partner. The dork is McLosing it. He's immediately making a workout plan and getting you into meal prepping. Will cook with you to show you how to cook healthier versions of foods you love and healthy substitutes for your daily food. Also will stand behind you, holding his hand over yours to guide you. Plays music and makes it a whole thing, humming along, dancing with you, that type of thing. Will teach you about Micros/Macros and what you should be eating for the goals you have. Will make sure you're eating enough too, because even if you need to consume less calories, starving yourself isn't any good. Remember: its about general health, not weight loss. Weight loss just comes with it. N e ways, back to meal prepping cuz I think this is cute. He gets a set of containers for the both of you in your favorite colors, and will store it away. Will leave cute notes in yours if you're taking it to work. He will make protein shakes for the both of you, and is your BIGGEST hypeman at the gym. Will show you the correct techniques with the machines and weights as well as stretches and guide you so you don't injure yourself. Type of person to give you a kiss every time you come up with a crunch. Will push you constantly to improve, but never pushes you too hard. Will try and encourage you to push through your set if you're at the tail end of it, but will lessen the weights if its genuinely too much. Would baby you every time you were sore as hell. Carrying you around the house(ion wanna hear it, mans is brolic as hell, he can carry you), bringing you food, etc. Will take you through warm ups and cool downs. And he's so nice to you compared to how he's practically a sadist to the National team, but that's because a) they're professional athletes, part of their job is to be in exceptional shape, especially when competing on a world stage, and b) they aren't you, his precious darling. He would take you on morning runs, but go at a pace good for you. Maybe even get you on C25k(Couch to 5K) to get you running faster if you would like. Your achievements are his achievements too, because he was able to get you there, and that makes him so happy, to be able to help. The moment he sees progress, he will celebrate it. Oh, you've gotten more toned? Good job! Hey, nice muscle definition! Hey, your stamina is much better than before, you're not getting winded as easily. Shit like that. But he'll never bring up your weight, because to him, fitness isn't about weight, it's a whole lifestyle. You can be skinny and still be unhealthy. So as long as you're establishing a healthy lifestyle, he's so proud of you.

[legobatjoker]

wait this is releven bc we just watched tgwdlm but like ever sinse s4 i always think of abt not ur seed w like. Vile!carmen nd shadowsan (the lyrics dont even fit that well its jus like the premise) ALSOO this was after the interactive special bc it made me think abt the idea of vile brainwashing carmen to make her evil (i didnt even kno yet <\3) i wrote a VERY short (like 70 words) drabble w vile!carmen nd julia based on the begining of inevtible ill show u if u wanna but it might be bad HFVJDJ

WAIT YES FIRSTLY I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT DRABBLE...... and secondly omggg shadowsan and vile!carm and not your seed im having an emotion!! ;——;-;

[littlegirlblue331]

Driving Adventures with Hollstein

(aka Laura Hates Being Short and Carmilla Thinks It’s Hilarious)

It’s been forever since I’ve written anything but, I wrote this little drabble, because I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind. I wasn’t planning on posting it anywhere so, I didn’t spend as much time editing it like I would normally. I just wanted to allow myself to just write and enjoy the story.

Enjoy!

Laura is short. This is something Carmilla has always loved pointing out. She is constantly poking fun at Laura’s height (or lack thereof) and found so much pleasure from the adorable, scrunched up face that would cover Laura’s face.

Laura is short. This is something Laura has always hated. She hated not being able to reach anything on the grocery store’s highest shelf and often having to visit a tailor just to get her pants hemmed, so they wouldn’t drag on the floor. She has always hated being 5′2″. She always hated it, that is before she met Carmilla. Carmilla always made fun of her because she was shorted than her. Honestly, Carmilla had very little room to talk, because she was only an inch or two taller than Laura. 

Every time Carmilla pointed out her height Laura made a point to exaggerate her anger, hoping to get Carmilla to laugh. It worked every time. Laura loved making Carmilla smile.

“Maybe give the steering wheel some room to breathe. You don’t want to come on too strong.” Carmilla remarked as she watched Laura readjust the driver’s seat that she was sitting in last. 

Typically it was Carmilla who would drive them places. Laura preferred to control the radio, read a newspaper, or play a game on her phone as opposed to drive. Tonight, however, Laura insisted on driving to couple t the restaurant she planned for their monthly date night.  

After finally moving the seat close enough so she could touch the pedals, Laura had to admit that her seat was much closer to the dash board than she expected. Carmilla seemed to be sitting much further away due to her seat being all the way back. 

“Are you sure you’re not just jealous of the steering wheel for getting to be so close to me?” Laura made a point of sounding as sarcastic as possible in an attempt to match Carmilla. Carmilla couldn’t hide the dopey smile that spread across her face. She loved that Laura could go toe-to-toe with her. She was never willing to give up, and that attitude is what attracted Carmilla to her in the first place. 

“Sure, because believing that I am jealous of an inanimate object is more believable than the possibility that I am making fun of how short you are.” They were both laughing at this point. 

“Well, I know you’re not making fun of me, because you love me and that would be a mean thing to do.” Laura followed her statement up with a pouty lower lip and wide doe-like eyes. Leaning across the console, Carmilla kissed Laura’s lips in order to banish the frown from her face. 

“You got that right, Cupcake.”

A soft smile spread across Laura’s face as she started the car and pulled out of the lot. 

Usually when Carmilla drove them places, she would always place one hand on Laura. It could be tangled together with her hand, twirling some of her hair, resting on her leg, or across her shoulders. She didn’t care as long as they were making contact. She craved the closeness that only being near Laura could provide. Laura always loved the constant contact as well. It made her feel safe, and it was just another reminder of Carmilla’s constant affection towards her. 

For this ride, Laura wanted Carmilla to feel safe and loved the way Laura always did in the passenger’s seat. She took one hand off the steering wheel and blindly reached for Carmilla. However, Laura’s hand didn’t run into Carmilla when she thought she would. Turning her head, she realized that Carmilla’s seat was further back than she thought. 

Carmilla caught sight of the wandering hand and immediately grabbed it in hers. She noticed Laura get visibly frustrated. It was almost like Laura was preparing her mind for whatever sarcastic quip Carmilla was going to say about her being short again. Instead, Carmilla silently scooted her seat forward to better match how close Laura was to the dashboard. She got as close as she could without ramming her knees into the hard plastic. She took the hand that was still clutched in between hers and brought it to her mouth. After leaving a kiss on Laura’s fingers, Carmilla set her hands on her lap and allowed Laura’s to go wherever it pleased. 

Laura decided on resting the palm of her hand on Carmilla’s exposed thigh. 

“I love you, Carm.”

“I love you too, cutie.”

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, as Laura continued driving down the road. That is, until Carmilla started giggling in the passenger’s seat. Laura threw her a confused look before looking forward again. 

“Even if you short.” Carmilla said with a childlike grin.

She couldn’t resist. 

[thecarmillacurator]

Four Walls (I Don’t Stand a Chance) - Carmilla Fic Review & Recommendation

*New Reviews Posted Every Saturday with one-shots and drabble recommendations Mid-Week*

Title: Four Walls (I Don’t Stand a Chance). Read it HERE.

Author: kitty_shcherbatskaya on Ao3 and @viele-kleine-leute on Tumblr

Word Count: 61K

Chapters: 10

Rating: Mature (For violence, not sexual content)

Ship: Hollstein

Tags I’d Assign: #assassin au  #jason bourne au #action #hollstein 

Author’s Synopsis: Carmilla Karnstein has one job... to assassinate mouthy journalist Laura Hollis. She can't screw that up, can she? 

Something between Erin Brockovich and the Bourne Identity. Featuring corporate cover-ups. Bare-knuckle fist fights. Car chases. Sexual tension. And a Carmilla who just wants her bike back.

Readability: Prose reads smoothly. Narrative flow is clean and well-edited.

Reviewer’s Plot Summary: Non-supernatural AU. Carmilla Karnstein is an ex-Eastern European special forces assassin, until her failed hit on journalist Laura Hollis and a subsequent refusal to finish the job turns her into a target herself. The two reluctantly decide their chances of survival increase if they forge an alliance. A high-adrenaline chase across Europe follows as the duo scrambles to prove a massive oil company has been knowingly poisoning entire towns in its quests for profits.

Recommended to Read:  Oh yeah. It’s a nice, one-afternoon read that grips the attention and never lags in pacing. And, it’s a good change-up from the normal Carmilla fics in that it dares to exist as a full-fledged action-intrigue story.

Review: Imagine a female action-thriller heroine who *gasp* remotely resembles an honest-to-God woman in thought and behavior, rather than being simply a male action-hero shoved into a body with boobs and hips and a tweak in pronouns just to sell movie tickets. Also imagine a female secondary-character who isn’t helpless, dependent, neurotic, or struggling to keep their head in the game but is *louder gasp* competent and shrewd and not-so-secondary. Yeah, so, that can be a thing, apparently. 

The story is written in third person limited, Carm’s point-of-view. 

The Good: There isn’t a dull moment. This is truly a fan-fic-turned-action-flick, and it’s a refreshing change of pace from the relationship-centric fics I usually read and which comprise pretty much 98% of our fandom fiction. The exact why of how Four Walls differs is that the development of the plot and action dominates the word count and informs the interludes of relationship growth, rather than simply serving as a genre backdrop for a romance story, or functioning as an excuse to exhibit sexualized adrenaline. And, be still my beating, movie-critical heart: The romantic development is done with a restraint that is more realistic given the circumstances. (Hey, did you know  women can make rational decisions in the middle of stressful situations? Did you know that even if two women are attracted to each other, they’re capable of controlling their hormones and prioritizing other things above sex? Did you realize characters in action thrillers don’t have to act like we’re-gonna-die-so-let’s-go-for-full-on-emotional-collision, but can actually still be thoughtful in analyzing whether a relationship is healthy under their circumstances? Yeah, so, that can be a thing too, apparently. Imagine that. Bravo, kitty_shcherbatskaya.)

A note about the ‘the hero’s a real woman’ comment I made above.  This is not a case where Wonder Woman sees a baby and runs up to it. (Which I thought was totally cool, by the way.) To the writer’s credit, it’s much more subtle than that.  It’s fleshing out how Carm adapted to a violent world by becoming cold, and yet her internal fibre still won’t give up the fight for her own moral conscience, even when it comes to legitimately bad people trying to kill her. It’s in allowing her to struggle with who she wants to be as a person even where retaliation or self-preservation are at stake and in a typical masculine-driven role, those issues would be depicted as easy, black-and-white, kill-or-be-killed decisions. She doesn’t assume she’s the answer to someone else’s problems and insist they follow her lead. Don’t read this wrong: She has blood on her hands, including innocent blood. She kills. She’s cocky. (Come on, she’s Carmilla!) But the beauty here is that she’s not some super-macho, simplistic character. She kills, but it stays with her. Sometimes, she decides not to kill, even where it makes sense. She’s arrogant at times, but she’s also internally struggling with the knowledge that Laura is competent and that Carm herself may not be the right answer to Laura’s problems.

In the end, I would definitely compare it to The Bourne Identity movie, except that both Carm and Laura have independent agency, don’t fall prey to stupid mistakes just to keep the plot moving, and are capable of placing attraction in its proper place like mature human beings. And that last bit there makes an otherwise quickly-formed romance carry some legit depth. 

And the ending. Ungh.

The Concrit:  Primarily, my concrit comes down to there being some physical aspects which push reality a bit, and also that in a few places the plot falls prey to ease of coincidence. Carm is a little too durable, physically. I think male action heroes are portrayed as too durable in movies today anyway, to be honest, and so the gap in believability here is a little wider for me considering she underweighs Matt Damon by probably sixty pounds. But, it’s definitely not something as glaring as it is in pretty much every Jason Staham movie ever. And with regards to the moments of plot convenience, I can’t be too harsh here either, because there are wildly more egregious examples of these violations in pretty much every action blockbuster I’ve seen in the last decade. Not to mention that the writing here was high enough quality that neither the plot or action required a character doing something stupid in order to propel things forward. 

Enjoy this for what it is: A Hollstein read that’s as much about the story and Carmilla’s internal growth as it is the romance.

NEXT IN THE QUE:  Fake Dating AU. (Probably, Undeniable Chemistry by peptobismolbird, standoutinacrowd). Further out: Monsters by andthatisterrible and Star Filled Memories by RunWithWolves.