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HE GOT OUT OF THE FRIDGE

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If anyone is curious what it looked like. I think the inside had some kinda cream filling and the middle of the cookie was decorated with chocolate

To my birthday. I wish myself to one day be loved like that. Based on a dream

Dream Dish

“Can you explain it a little more?”

“So, the outside was covered in dried cranberries and blueberries, but the inside was like… grass? I don’t know…”

“Grass? Sounds delicious,” he laughs.

“Shut up.”

Carmen listened intentively and moved away his curls as you described the dream you had, a certain dish that you tried there.

“Ugh, it was so weird? Like, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered this grass before. It was like hay, but green? And the outside of the dessert was like a fortune cookie, but brown?” you sigh in frustration, unable to describe its complexity in full, until an idea appears in your head. You quickly stand up and blurt out - “I’ll show you!”

You run to get the pencils and paper, leaving Carmen to sit amused on the bed. He knew waking up with you would be an adventure, but not in this way. Either way, he liked it.

“Here!” You put the paper down and frantically drew shapes and coloured them in, making the dream a reality.

“So! This is what it looks like.”

You paused from your driven spurt and realized that Carmen hasn’t said a word. He was silently looking at the paper.

“Sorry, this must be really boring to hear,” you suddenly shut down. After all, it was you who tried that magical dish, not him.

He looks up at you, then down at the paper. “No- …no, it’s a fascinating dish. I’m just tryna understand how it works,“ he still sounds kinda sleepy.

"It's okay, Carm, you don't have to."

Several days have passed and you moved on. You didn’t want to abandon your friends after getting a boyfriend, so today was one of the nights when you met up for a chat. When you came back, the apartment felt warmer and had a fruity scent - Carmen must have tried something for the restaurant.

You take your heels off and tiptoe to the kitchen, curious. He hasn’t heard you come in, so he is still hunched over the counter. Your eyes shifted to the table - and you wondered whether you were awake.

“Carmen? What’s that?”

“Shit!” he jumps, at which you chuckle, “when’d you come back?”

“Right now,” you say hesitantly, “why, was I not supposed to?”

“Of course not,” he comes to hug you. His arms are on your waist, and you know he can still smell your perfume. “I just wanted to surprise you,” he releases you and turns to the table.

You recognize the dish.

“Is that-”

“Yes, baby, that’s your dish,” he smiles and looks kinda proud.

“Can I try it?” you ask, and he reaches down to take the plate and a spoon. You break the cookie in half, inspect the filling, and eat it. As you chew, the insanity of the situation grows on you. This is a made-up dish. From your dream. You’re eating it.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the exact grass you were talkin’ about, I had to switch it out with-”

“It’s okay, Carm, I’m sure that if it existed you would have found it,” you put the plate down and your hands slide to his arms, “It’s amazing. It didn’t taste nearly as good in the dream,”

“It is pretty good, isn’t it?” he takes the other half of the cookie and eats it too.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

”I made it.”

“I came up with it.”

He doesn’t respond, just smiles at you. You look him in the eyes and think how happy you are.

“I love you,” he whispers and gives you a kiss.

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I’d lose my mind if you wrote a short blurb about Carmy, Fak, and Richie all trying one of those period cramp simulators 😭 they’d probably be cussing a lot more than they already do

You guys have the craziest ideas, I would never think about writing something like that lmao, we'll see when I can get to it 😆

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Holy fuck. I just realised the sheer amount of stuff that I wrote for the Copenhagen fic in my phone's notes for the later chapters and how they are fucking gone now because it broke.

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Masterlist

Hello, welcome to my home.

Reqs are open, but it might take me some time to write them if I choose to do so.

Carmen Berzatto

Messages (series)

Chapter 1 Teaser "Baby, please..."

Carmen and Olivia are dating, but "The Beef" changing into "The Bear" is more stressful than anticipated. Liv travels to Copenhagen with Marcus, where she meets someone who might make Carmen regret the way he's been treating her.

Another Chance

Coming soon.

It tastes better

Carmen finds it funny that reader doesn't know a simple fact about cooking.

Dream Dish

Reader has a dream about an impossible dish.

a dream I had about an interview

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To my birthday. I wish myself to one day be loved like that. Based on a dream

Dream Dish

“Can you explain it a little more?”

“So, the outside was covered in dried cranberries and blueberries, but the inside was like… grass? I don’t know…”

“Grass? Sounds delicious,” he laughs.

“Shut up.”

Carmen listened intentively and moved away his curls as you described the dream you had, a certain dish that you tried there.

“Ugh, it was so weird? Like, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered this grass before. It was like hay, but green? And the outside of the dessert was like a fortune cookie, but brown?” you sigh in frustration, unable to describe its complexity in full, until an idea appears in your head. You quickly stand up and blurt out - “I’ll show you!”

You run to get the pencils and paper, leaving Carmen to sit amused on the bed. He knew waking up with you would be an adventure, but not in this way. Either way, he liked it.

“Here!” You put the paper down and frantically drew shapes and coloured them in, making the dream a reality.

“So! This is what it looks like.”

You paused from your driven spurt and realized that Carmen hasn’t said a word. He was silently looking at the paper.

“Sorry, this must be really boring to hear,” you suddenly shut down. After all, it was you who tried that magical dish, not him.

He looks up at you, then down at the paper. “No- …no, it’s a fascinating dish. I’m just tryna understand how it works,“ he still sounds kinda sleepy.

"It's okay, Carm, you don't have to."

Several days have passed and you moved on. You didn’t want to abandon your friends after getting a boyfriend, so today was one of the nights when you met up for a chat. When you came back, the apartment felt warmer and had a fruity scent - Carmen must have tried something for the restaurant.

You take your heels off and tiptoe to the kitchen, curious. He hasn’t heard you come in, so he is still hunched over the counter. Your eyes shifted to the table - and you wondered whether you were awake.

“Carmen? What’s that?”

“Shit!” he jumps, at which you chuckle, “when’d you come back?”

“Right now,” you say hesitantly, “why, was I not supposed to?”

“Of course not,” he comes to hug you. His arms are on your waist, and you know he can still smell your perfume. “I just wanted to surprise you,” he releases you and turns to the table.

You recognize the dish.

“Is that-”

“Yes, baby, that’s your dish,” he smiles and looks kinda proud.

“Can I try it?” you ask, and he reaches down to take the plate and a spoon. You break the cookie in half, inspect the filling, and eat it. As you chew, the insanity of the situation grows on you. This is a made-up dish. From your dream. You’re eating it.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the exact grass you were talkin’ about, I had to switch it out with-”

“It’s okay, Carm, I’m sure that if it existed you would have found it,” you put the plate down and your hands slide to his arms, “It’s amazing. It didn’t taste nearly as good in the dream,”

“It is pretty good, isn’t it?” he takes the other half of the cookie and eats it too.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

”I made it.”

“I came up with it.”

He doesn’t respond, just smiles at you. You look him in the eyes and think how happy you are.

“I love you,” he whispers and gives you a kiss.

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Aww🥺😭😭 thank you so much 🙏🙏

Guys I’m sorry I remember you it’s just that so many things happened and changed! Literally writing right now because you deserve to have the continuation of something I fed you (and I’m writing everything else that I promised to take on too, it’s just in my files so sorry if you have to wait longer than you wanted)

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Guys I’m sorry I remember you it’s just that so many things happened and changed! Literally writing right now because you deserve to have the continuation of something I fed you (and I’m writing everything else that I promised to take on too, it’s just in my files so sorry if you have to wait longer than you wanted)

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Hi do you take request?? I’ve had this idea in my head forever and haven’t found someone to do it:( Here me out lol, reader was Mikey’s longgg time significant other and lowkey did drugs with him. Carmy and Richie think of the reader as their sister, they love her right. After Mikey passed they haven’t heard from her in FOREVER, she kinda just disappeared. One day she shows up at the restaurant a mess, begging for help ( they can tell she’s clearly been using ) and it’s just angsty with a happy ending?? It’s been in my head for weeks😭

Oof what a plot! Maybe.. I’ll think about it. Sounds interesting tho! Do you want like a short story or something bigger?

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*growl*

"Tell me you're mine" + Carmen, the prompts are soo good

Casual.

carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. carmens got a big ass ego

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

You look into his eyes in the mirror, feeling the way his arms tighten around you from behind. His chest is plastered to your back, your legs spread out over his thighs. He’s got you on the edge of the bed, watching yourselves like voyeurs.

“We agreed,” you pant, “that this was casual.”

“Casual?” he scoffs, curling his two fingers upwards and hitting the spot that makes you keen. “Look at yourself, baby. Does that look casual to you?”

You gaze into your own eyes, and try to shy away from it. You’re sweating, hair plastered to your forehead, hips writhing around. You’re not sure if you’re trying to get closer to him, or further away.

“Theres nothing casual how tight you are around my fucking fingers, babe.”

You whine.

“You know what’s not casual? The way I’ve got your come dripping down my hand right now.”

Your hips buck down into his, making him groan into your ear.

“I’ll tell you what’s not casual,” he whispers, low and slow. “The way you took my cock last night like you were fucking made for it.”

Your skin is on fire, nerve endings alight with the way he speaks to you. He’s so unassuming in everyday life, and then you get him into bed and he’s feral. He fucks you like he’s unhinged.

“Casual is not how I’d describe this, honey. Try again and I’ll let you come.”

You look in the mirror once again, and see a wrecked, debauched version of yourself staring back. No one else could break you down like this. You wouldn’t want them to.

“I’m yours,” you cry, back arching as his thumb presses firm circles into your clit. He adds a third finger just as you’re coming, and you writhe like a serpent, only staying upright thanks to Carmy’s strong arm wrapped around your middle.

“Thought so,” he chuckles.

There’s nothing casual about the things he promises to do to you tonight. You’re glad.

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The first night when I actually feel motivated to write I have so much homework? That’s absolutely unfair to you and me both

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Hello guys. I haven’t been active because I’m going through a loss. I hope y’all are well.

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I would totally give the first one so innocently to someone without understanding the undertone😳🙈

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Aww 🥺 I didn’t mean to

Can you imagine Carmen laughing at the reader not knowing something because he is in love with her and finds it cute and offends her without meaning to?

“What?! Crunchy food makes us think it tastes better?” You exclaimed, standing in the kitchen with your phone in your hand after looking up recipes for you to use together.

Carmen paused.

“Yeah, baby. Texture means freshness and quality. That’s why so many dishes have an element of crispiness,” he explained as if it was something so common, so basic like first grade math.

“Oh…” you start going through different meals in your head and slowly realise that it actually makes sense.

“Are you… being serious?” He chuckles.

You furrow you eyebrows, taken aback. “Yeah…“. Obviously.

“How can you not know this?” Oh, he is soo amused by this, look at him smile, like a fucking Cheshire cat, ear to ear. What’s so funny about that?

“You know, I was never trained as a chef,” you say bitterly.

He laughs. He is so fucking smug.

You roll you eyes and pull him roughly to you by the hoops of his jeans. Your fingers swiftly move to the buckle and a cling is heard as you start undoing his belt.

“What are you doing?” he is still laughing at you.

“Maybe this way you’ll shut up”.

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A thousand notes. Thank you so much.

♥️

Fuck it, I’ll post it. Snippet from something I’m working on. Hope you like it.| Thanks to positive reviews, Chapter 1 is out!

Carmen Berzatto x reader

Your phone dings, and you swiftly grab it. The blue notification says something, but it’s so bizarre that you have to read it again.

It’s Venmo.

Carmen venmoed you 100 dollars.

Does he think he can fucking pay you to come back? After everything, he’s gonna have to send a lot more than that.

“Carmen, what the hell??” you type, all his previous texts staring at you from above, still awaiting your response.

“Have you eaten today?”

“It’s none of your business”

“Baby, please”

Your heart aches. The text took you back, and you could almost physically hear his pleading, blue eyes looking at you so trustingly as he kissed your thighs and begged.

You shake the memory away and think about your answer. Both of you know he wouldn’t consider that food.

You slowly type “yes” and send it.

“I know you and your fucking “girl dinners”. This is for that beef stroganoff I showed you. Please make it.“

You’re angry. Angry at him, angry for thinking that you can’t take care of yourself, that you need him, that even though you left he cares, but mainly angry because he’s right.

“I’ll think about it” - you hit send and turn off the phone.

Chapter 1

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Can you imagine Carmen laughing at the reader not knowing something because he is in love with her and finds it cute and offends her without meaning to?

“What?! Crunchy food makes us think it tastes better?” You exclaimed, standing in the kitchen with your phone in your hand after looking up recipes for you to use together.

Carmen paused.

“Yeah, baby. Texture means freshness and quality. That’s why so many dishes have an element of crispiness,” he explained as if it was something so common, so basic like first grade math.

“Oh…” you start going through different meals in your head and slowly realise that it actually makes sense.

“Are you… being serious?” He chuckles.

You furrow you eyebrows, taken aback. “Yeah…“. Obviously.

“How can you not know this?” Oh, he is soo amused by this, look at him smile, like a fucking Cheshire cat, ear to ear. What’s so funny about that?

“You know, I was never trained as a chef,” you say bitterly.

He laughs. He is so fucking smug.

You roll you eyes and pull him roughly to you by the hoops of his jeans. Your fingers swiftly move to the buckle and a cling is heard as you start undoing his belt.

“What are you doing?” he is still laughing at you.

“Maybe this way you’ll shut up”.

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Once I hit ovulation y’all are DEAD