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It's easy to think you'd be able to do something when you know that you'd never have to actually do it.

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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new beginning

WARNING: i write in lowercase letters, angst (theres a happy ending), swearing,

it was two am when carmen had finally come home. he kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket on the coat rack. you know he's in a bad mood, he's been in one all week. definitely due to something going on at the restaurant. you guys have spent zero time together- no date nights, no eating together, and not even relaxing together. this wasn't your fault considering how much you’ve tried to spend time with your boyfriend of 4 years. 

there were always the same excuses - “the restaurants busy baby”, “i need to change the menu”, “i’m just focusing on this baby, just wait.” today was the day you had enough of the way he was treating you, he kept promising you he would come back earlier and he wasn't sticking with them.

“carmen do you know what time it is?” you said whilst getting off the couch and walking towards him. “let's not do this again babe” carmen muttered whilst walking past you. how can he just walk past you knowing he’s in the wrong? he could’ve at least called you.

“i’m too tired for this let's talk in the morning” he mumbles as he’s getting changed.” you scoff “yeah no that's not gonna work carmy.” you hurled. 

“im so sick of how clingy you are I'm not going back and forth with you just because you can't cope with me going to fucking work” this was your breaking point.“you know what carmen fine. i’m done. when you want to grow up come talk to me.” you stormed into the bedroom to grab your bag and start packing your essentials.

carmen follows you into your shared bedroom and watches you back ur bag up with tears welled up in your eyes. carmen was frozen. all he wanted to do was comfort you but he didn't know how to. he finally uttered ‘hey, hey baby c’mere here” he walks up to you slowly and holds you, he's shocked when you don't walk off and accept him.”i’m so sorry baby, i’m so so sorry please don’t go” he repeats whilst holding you close.

after a couple of minutes of silence you look into carmen’s eyes and mumble “can we go to bed now baby.” carmen nods and waits in bed whilst you do your skincare. as soon as you walk into bed carmen's hands are all over you and he whispers in your ear “i’m so sorry baby i promise you i’ll spend more time with you.” he’s frantically rubbing your back and hair. ‘i’m gonna stay off tomorrow baby, i love you so much.”

“i love you carmen.” you both go to bed clinging onto each other, carmen wants to be as close as he possibly can. having peace knowing tomorrow was a new beginning.

this was inspired by the amazing @thebearer

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Soup Season

pairing: carmy berzatto X reader

summary: it's cold and dreary in Chicago, and reader has one meal on their mind.

(I saw the tags that @omnom808art left on this post and knew there was fic potential there. It just had to finally get cold in [redacted hometown] for me to find it)

word count: 750

Wind howls outside your windows, the skies gray and overcast with the promise of a frigid rainstorm that will be rolling through the city. But inside your apartment, you are cozy and warm as your head rests gently upon Carmy’s chest. The glowing LED of the clock beside your bed tells you that it’s still early, much too early for the rare occasion when both you and Carmy have the day off, but you’re awake anyway, tracing your fingers lazily over the arm that holds you firm to his chest. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you savor the moment — both you and Carmy unhurried, soft and warm under the enchanting spell of sleep.

“I wanna make you something special for dinner tonight,” Carmy muses, his voice still carrying the slight rasp of sleepiness.

“You don’t have to cook for me on your night off, you know.”

“Sure I do,” he insists as he twines his fingers in yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips for a featherlight kiss. “I cook for everyone else in the world every other day. Lemme just cook for my favorite person tonight, ok?”

He’s looking down at you with such a soft fondness in his eyes that you relent immediately, nodding in agreement.

“What sounds good to you?”

You stretch your legs out underneath the sheets, toes pointing toward the edge of the mattress where the bedding is cool enough to make you shiver.

“Something warm,” you request as you curl back into the warmth of his body.

As Carmy takes a moment to think, you resume tracing your fingertips along smooth ridges of scar tissue and precise black lines of ink that adorn his forearms and hands.

“Lasagne?” He suggests, and you consider it, fingers pausing over the globe in a Pyrex before shaking your head no.

He mentions a few other dishes — some pasta dishes, a pot roast— but none of them sound quite right until the idea hits you as you tangle your fingers in with his tattooed ones.

“I got it!” You exclaim, sitting up suddenly and leaning over to the nightstand, rummaging around in the top drawer for a moment before finding the Sharpie you’re looking for.

Coyly, you turn back to Carmy and reach out to him.

“Gimme your hand.”

He extends his hand out to you and you take it in yours, turning so that he can’t quite see what you’re doing. You study the lines and shapes of the letters inked onto his fingers before uncapping the marker and doing your best to imitate the style of the lettering.

“What are you doing?” He laughs behind you.

“Adding to your collection,” you say, capping the marker. “And creating the menu for tonight.”

You release his hand back to him and he studies his fingers for a moment, specifically the letter “P” that you’ve added to his pinky – right next to the letters S-O-U.

“Soup?” He chuckles. “You want soup?”

“Yes!” You toss the marker back onto the nightstand.

“Ok but you’ve gotta give me something more specific than that,” Carmy chides, grabbing you around the waist.

“You want tortilla soup?” His fingers dance along your sides as you squirm away from him with a yelp of laughter. “Butternut squash? Minestrone?”

He’s fully tickling you now and you let out a shriek as you try to roll out of reach.

“Tortellini soup? Broccoli cheddar? Chicken and orzo?” His fingers are unrelenting as they seek you out, but he is laughing just as hard as you are.

“Stop, stop!” You cry out, collapsing down onto the pillows. “That actually sounds really good!”

Carmy’s hands still over you and he props himself up on one elbow as he looks at you.  

“Which one?”

“The tortellini— it sounds really tasty.”

“Tortellini soup it is,” he pushes himself up into a sitting position, starting to swing his legs out from under the covers. “I’ll have to just run out and grab a few things.”

“You’re going out in this weather?”

He follows your gaze to the window, where fat drops of rain are now steadily pummeling the glass.

“Ok, maybe coffee first.”

“Mmm, coffee,” you agree. “Also known as caffeine soup.”

“Caffeine s-“ He doesn’t even get the word out before a grin overtakes his face and he’s shaking his head at you as he presses a kiss to your cheek and stands. “One steaming hot cup of caffeine soup coming right up.”

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BF!Carmy Headcannons

I swear I'm still working on Carmy fics (slowly but surely I promise!!) but here have some morsels that have been living in my notes app -- all carmy x reader fluff

You’re the one who has to initiate the first kiss bc you’re pretty sure you were going to grow old waiting for him to do it

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you (lots of long, lingering looks at your lips like WOW) but he’s still so uncertain of himself in romantic situations that he let his hesitations get the best of him

And let’s be real, you had been flirting your ass off trying to get him to kiss you — it could not have been any more clear that you wanted to just make out with him, but he was just not reading the signs

So the next time you caught him trying to turn away suddenly after letting his gaze linger on your lips, you caught his jaw and just planted a sweet kiss on his surprised lips

Just kiss him silly!! He deserves it!!

Physical touch is absolutely his love language, but he’s so touch starved and concerned about screwing up his first real relationship that it takes him a while to come around to being physically affectionate with you

Like, you come over to his apartment after a shift at the restaurant one night just to watch cooking shows together and he can’t even concentrate on TV because he’s too busy overthinking whether it’s ok for him to put his arm around you

When he finally comes around though, you can hardly keep his hands off you

If you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner together, Carmy’s gonna find a reason to put his hand around your waist or lower back. If you’re sitting together on the L, he’s got his hand on your knee. If you’re hanging out together on the couch, he’s got your legs draped across his lap

He is bad about holding hands tho

He doesn’t dislike holding hands by any means, but he’s not good at it — just too fidgety. He’s always toying with something (emotional support spoon) or talking with his hands, so holding hands for any period of time doesn’t work out for him that well. He’s always quick to give your hand a reassuring squeeze if you need it, or to run his thumb softly over the back of your knuckles though

Whenever you’re out and about together, he always makes sure to walk on the sidewalk between you and the street. Similarly, when standing at street intersections or on the platform waiting for the L, he angles himself toward you defensively, keeping half of his body tilted behind you so that no one could come up from behind and shove you forward into danger.

As a transplant to the Chicago, you make it your life’s mission to make Carmy take you on dates to typical touristy destinations around the city, even though he insists that they’re overrated

He complains the whole way out to Shedd Aquarium but then the two of you end up having the best time watching the fish and touching the stingrays in the touch pool. He won’t admit it, but it’s actually kind of a relief to be out of his normal environment and to have some time enjoying the city through your eyes.

Afterward, you drag him through Millennium park to see the Cloud Gate (and make lots of jokes about him being able to find the bean along the way)

When you arrive, the sun is just getting ready to set, and the reflective surface of the sculpture glows in shades of orange and pink. The stainless steel is smudged with fingerprints, but you still pull out your phone and take pictures in the mirrored surface, including your favorite photo of yourself and Carmy where he has his arms draped loosely around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple

Because his work schedule makes it hard to plan out specific date nights, you start making a habit of texting him a picture of the ingredients for whatever dinner you’re making that night, telling him you’ve got enough food for two

When late summer gives way to a brisk autumn, you can’t help but notice the way carmy’s cheeks and the tip of his nose turn red in the cold wind as he walks to and from work everyday, so you take to greeting him with a kiss, cradling his cheeks in your hands

“I’m just helping you defrost” you explain, feeling the sharpness of his cool skin under your warm palm

(He thinks that maybe you’re defrosting him in more ways than one)

The first time you come back to his apartment after a shift at the restaurant, he clams up a bit, slightly embarrassed at the state of the place with its minimal decorations, oven full of vintage denim and nightstand cluttered with Pepto and 5 Hour Energy. It actually makes him a bit nauseous to imagine what his place must look like to you. But he’s relieved when you take it all in stride, choosing instead to flip through his stack of cookbooks and ask him how he got into vintage denim collecting.

The only thing you rib him about is his choice in peanut butter as he makes you both pb&j’s. “Really Carmen, creamy peanut butter,” you mock disgust. “What are you? Afraid of a little crunch?”

He has crunchy peanut butter in his cabinet by the next time you visit.

Carmy definitely has some trouble with an avoidant attachment style, and frequently needs his own space, especially after sharing anything with you that is particularly sensitive or vulnerable. He’s really working on being a communicative partner though, and does what he can to make sure you know that he isn’t pushing you away and that he appreciates you respecting his boundaries.

He’s always sure to make it up you out afterward though — whether it’s leaving work early enough to cook you dinner, taking you out for date night or just spending some extra time cuddling together, he’s determined to make sure you know how special you are to him.

When Carmy realizes that he’s in love with you, it scares him shitless because oh my god he really didn’t expect to ever feel this way about someone and he had pretty much accepted it as a fact of life that he’d always just be coming home to an empty apartment

The trouble with realizing that he loves you is that he absolutely obsesses over how to tell you, and he ends up acting strange and shy around you for a full week before you finally crack and ask just what the hell has gotten into him lately

“I’m sorry it’s just that I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Uh, yeah. I hope that’s ok.”

Instead of answering, you kiss him tenderly and tell him that you love him too.

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Now why would he casually show off his biceps like that smh

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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wish i could call in bitchy to work

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Eid Mubarak, I love you all, may we witness a free Palestine within our lifetimes inshallah

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reblog if you’re a lesbian who supports bi girls, a bi girl who supports lesbians, or if you want all wlw to have a nice day

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another reminder to stop buying/watching/reading anything JK Rowling associated

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Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.

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protect children even if they aren't yours

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It's a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won't be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It's a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It's a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don't aim so high that you won't be hitting anything!