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Circles / C. Berzatto || Summer Prompts !

A/N: Carmy is lip Gallagher as a chef in the AU? Anyways here’s me trying to write for carmy on this cloudy Sunday up north. The only thing I know about Chicago is big buildings, hot dogs, pizza, black ink crew, and uncle Bernieeee! lmao so excuse the dialect throughout? I don’t think it’s really important for this piece so…Let’s see how this works out.

Plot/Prompt: summer cold

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The dynamic between you and your roommate only made sense to the two of you. You were consistently on different time frames and only arrived back at the spot to rest your head…well you more so than your Italian roomie. The both of you could count on one hand how many times you saw each other in a week—if either of you took the time but somewhere written in the “rules” you still checked in on each other…you know to make sure the both of you were still alive and shit.

Perhaps that became a thing once the both of you slept together once or twice. It didn’t become a attachment really, you knew not to be clingy after the love of your life decided to cheat on you with your step-sister a week before your wedding. You swore on everything that you truly loved that man with all that you had and thought the feeling was mutual, however it became knowledge to you that everything he truly did was for show. He fooled you, made excuses for his actions, fucked off to Florida—of all places with your heffa of a step-sister, popped out some twins with her, and cheated some more when he went off to California for his job as a assistant coach—last you heard from your step-mother, she told you that the pair were in couple’s therapy.

So yeah…your guard was definitely up when it came to relationships after that! And it’s been a year, almost two since that happened but…who’s counting?! Life has changed for you, as it commonly did once you truly step into adulthood. You had two jobs just to make ends meet: a part-time door dasher and currently in paid training underneath a unbending Cambodian food photographer; while trying to get your own food blog up and running. Being involved in food is how you became aware of what the culture was like down at TOBOCL—nobody called it that but you so that made you feel somewhat special. Or just difficult—depends on who you ask.

The last time Carmy remembered seeing you was maybe a couple of days ago, he was trying to get at least a hour of sleep on the couch (before he headed back to the restaurant) while you were on your way out with your girls. You were taking shots in the kitchen, getting amped up, and chucking up the deuces after receiving a call from one of your friends that they were all outside. Carmy had been half awake during that conversation, eyes low but remembered the color dress you had on and realized early that next morning that you didn’t come back home. It had been what? Two days since your night out that he saw you last and it was extremely rare for the both of you to be home at the same time, with Carmy trying to run a restaurant and you being far from a homebody.

Carmy just got in after 1am and couldn’t recall seeing your Honda parked on the street or not. It actually surprised him that you were back on his mind as he walked the late night streets of Chicago, yet he’d be lying if he said he didn’t peek at the crochet bowl on the microwave for your keys. He gripped his greasy hair with one hand and rubbed at his bottom lip with the other as he decided to stomp down the tight hallway towards your room. Normally he would hear some neo-soul echoing from your room or some sort of podcast that mostly contained murder mysteries? Even if you had dozed off, your room was always lively.

You can only imagine the red flags that were going off in Carmy’s head as he stood in front of your door. He knew he looked fucking ridiculous, gripping the door frame and resting a ear against your door to simply hear nothing. He racked his knuckles against the door, ear still pressed to it hoping to hear some sort of movement beyond it.

“Yo, y/n? You in there?”

When he was met with more silence, he knocked some more before wrapping his hand around the door knob. “Alright, I gave you time to give me something here so I’m comin’ in.”

The blue eyed man didnt realize he was holding his breath for so long even when he pushed the door open. Your room was mostly dim and only illuminated by your salt lamp right by your bed. He spotted you, laying on your stomach in a big gray t-shirt and head turned completely away from his sight. You did not move at his entrance, not even when he called out to you some more.

“Y/n.” Carmy shifted on his feet at the door.

Carmy always hated the feeling of not being able to do something when he could always try.

That feeling was starting to creep up again.

He suddenly stomped over to you, the sound of his thuds overshadowed the sound of your diffuser misting in the quiet room, his patience always running thin as he finally got to you. He rested a hand right in the space between your shoulders and shook you.

“Hey, you alright?”

You grunted followed with a snore, slightly lifting your head which made Carmy jump back a bit as you rolled your body onto your back. You closed your eyes for a moment longer before opening your hooded eyes to focus on Carmy’s concerned stare.

“Why’re you in my room, Carmen?”

Carmy picked up on how much your voice sounded different to him now. He’s heard your croaky morning voice before but now it was low, heavy and congested.

He felt his eye twitch in that moment, “why am I? Y/N…I’ve been trying to check on you and all I’ve been left with is white noise. I even texted a day ago.”

“Phone’s dead. Left it at the club Tia’s cousin works at, got it back just to get it cut off because I’m five days behind on the bill.” You answered, voice thick with mucus, “appreciate it though.” You went to close your eyes again but Carmy wasn’t having that.

He kicked at your bed, making your dark eyes meet his again. “What’s wrong with you and why do you sound like that?”

“It’s allergies…you know sometimes I sound like Barry white when this happens. It’s just a bad case and not Covid, I got tested at the clinic my employer’s family owns the other day. Now are you going to let me sleep or do I have to cough on you like I have no manners?” You scratched at your hair, lazily reaching back to secure the bonnet over your edges.

Carmy puffed out a breath in disbelief as he took in the sight of you. “You look like shit.”

“And yet I’m laying here across from a man that uses a 2-in-one shampoo,” you clapped back, “I’m still the baddest in the room.”

You went into a coughing fit next, making Carmy step back making you smirk at him with a slow raise of your brow.

“Ah, fuck you.” Carmy replied, “I have a business to run and can’t catch what you got. Imagine that? Me out sick and leaving Sydney in charge.”

“Allergies aren’t contagious goofy,” you scowled in which Carmy nodded, knowing this to be true as you continued, “and Sydney’s more than capable.”

Carmy shoved his hands into his pockets, “oh I have no doubts. Leavin’ her there with Richie is homicide is what I’m getting at.”

You laughed and curled into your body feeling it ache, “That’s the bail money I’m saving for my good sis when that does happen.”

Carmy snorted with a shake of his head. Silence filled the room as he looked around to see clothes tossed on the floor by your window and wondered how long you’ve actually been like this. He bent down to grab the large smart water that fell by the side of your bed, plucking the tap back, he handed it over to you as you held onto your dry throat.

You held the bottle up to him in thanks before you drink half of the water and that was definitely a 33.oz.

“It feels good to know that you’re not in here you know, fucken decomposing away and rotting up the place.” Carmy’s dark humor kicked in which made you roll your eyes, “I’m gonna go…make you some soup.”

“Soup?”

“Yeah, I know a cold when I see one. Sugar had the worst immune system growing up, dad was always working, and ma rather be in physical therapy for eight hours a day instead of coming home to her sick kid. So Mikey and I always stepped in…he catered to Sugar’s every need no matter how much shit he gave her for it. While I was mostly in the kitchen trying to figure out what the hell sick people eat.” Carmy told you while a small smile appeared on your face.

You could picture it.

You didn’t meet Carmy’s older brother Michael Berzatto before his untimely passing, only heard stories mostly from Richie whenever you stopped in to say hello or grab a quick meal for lunch. You and Carmy only lived together for a couple of months, he was back from New York needed a place to stay while you needed help covering rent, so it all worked out. Your job was to pay attention to detail and you knew from the moment you met him at some hole in the wall donut shop that something tragic happened to him.

It was none of your business but late night conversations in your apartment were comforting? At least you hoped it was comforting since you could tell Carmy was not the type to open up to people. Yet he felt like he could with you and you were a open book, you knew how to listen and not give perspectives unless it was asked. You didn’t want to be what your mother was and sure you loved that woman (from afar) but it was frustrating to have someone dictate instead of listen.

“What kind?” You asked, “if it’s standard chicken noddle soup with huge pieces of garlic I might just unalive myself.”

Carmy tilted his head at that, “lemme guess. Something your ma used to do?”

“Oh yeah, that was the beginning of my trust issues.”

Carmy laughed, “she was on the right track.” He paused thinking about your upbringing and the exact look of disgust on your face then which was probably a replica of your scrunched up nose now, “I uh..gotta see what we have in there. Haven’t done much grocery shopping lately but it’s a signature soup of the berzatto’s. None of that fake ramen shit. Chicken broth, Parmesan, spinach, pepper flakes—

You watched in amusement as he listed the ingredients while ticking off his fingers, “I don’t want it.”

Carmy blinked, his round blue’s burned into your frame while you tried to not let a smile break through your lips, “what?” He questioned.

“It’s summer! I can’t eat soup in the summer.”

You sneezed.

“…The fuck are you talkin’ about? It’s not only seasonal.”

“Are you gonna throw pasta in there?”

“Why would I do that?”

“You tell me Chef Carm-Parm.” You threw in your personalized nickname for the brunette who was growing annoyed by your bed.

“Did I say I was gonna throw pasta in there?” He scratched at his brow, lips pinched.

You laughed, “I’m just fucking with you, no need to burst a artery.”

Carmy huffed, “Well I’m just letting you know…it would of been too bad if you didn’t want it, ‘cause I was gonna make the Stracciatella regardless.”

“Don’t you have to be back at five or six to prep? How are you gonna have the time?” You asked.

Carmy shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll make the time and that’s why I’m not adding any pasta just the spinach and flour.”

He winked making you laugh as you closed your eyes once more.

Carmy always took his time in the kitchen so it did not feel like forever as he prepared some soup for the both of you. He opened up the living room window as the soup simmered and just as he was heading over to plate, you appeared from the hallway wrapped in a quilt.

“There she is! Have a seat.”

You dragged yourself up onto the bar stool, resting your warm cheek into the palm of your hand watching Carmy move around the kitchen with ease. He slid a bowl on the counter to you, handing a small spoon (your favorite kind of spoon, you despised large utensils since you liked to take your time to eat) with swiftness right after. Your hand shook a bit as you dipped the spoon into the porridge like texture and hummed at how good it smelled.

“Eat with me and don’t just watch me.” You ordered, noticing him lean on his hands that he rested on each side of the sink.

He crossed his arms challenging you, “I want to see you taste test first so that you can tell me you want more soups in the summer.”

Sucking your teeth you answered, “you can’t make me change my mind.”

“Yes I can.”

That earned a stare off, even when you scooped some of the soup onto the spoon and placed it in your mouth. It was the right temperature for your sore throat and went down with ease even with the spinach. The soup was savory and there was something else in there that was nutty but combined with the Parmesan so nicely. And to top it off? The red pepper flakes began to air out your stuffy nose.

“Damnit.”

“What was that?” Carmy smirked.

“Shut up and eat, chef.”

Carmy dipped his head, the smirk not leaving his lips as he fixed himself a bowl to sit beside you. As he did you bumped your shoulder with his, offering him a warm smile, resulting in him gently rubbing your quilt covered back, pulling you towards him so he could place a chaste kiss to your temple before returning back to his plate.

Life would always be one huge tangled tired circle but at least he still had you by his side, whatever that means.

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He later quit the job he was having at that time and began his journey in the art industry in Harlem, New york. He later became so intrigued by the art that he decided to start his line of art. With this, he was able to be taught almost everything he needed to know in just a few months. He would recreate most of the tattoos that he already had on his body for other people. It later led to him giving up so much of his dream or art.īut then, later on, he came across a friend of his who made use of his ability. Despite loads of backlash, he used to get from his friends because of his talent. That is why he decided to open up a tattoo parlour to make good of his degree. He is however known to have been raised throughout his childhood years in New York City.Īs a graduate of the high school of graphic communication and art, he decided to major in Graphic Arts from the Katharine Gibbs College in 1999. Ceaser Emanuel Social Profiles and Contact Informationĭavid Ceaser Emmanuel as he is known was born in the Bronx, New York on the June 5th 1979.Ceaser Emanuel Girlfriends/Wives and Affairs.His wealth, as of late 2017, is estimated at $350,000. Shariff Homer – Teddy Ruks was born on the 26th January 1983 in the USA, and is Ceaser’s cousin, assistant manager and a co-owner of Black Ink studio. Richard Duncan – O’Shit was born on the 1st July 1984 in South Carolina, USA, and is a long-term friend of Ceaser, with an approximate net worth of $350,000. Her net worth figures roughly at $300,000. Apart from being a tattoo artist, she had also made some efforts towards music, and has released several singles so far. Jakeita Days -Sky was born on the 19th September 1983 in New York City, and served as studio’s receptionist. Her current net worth revolves around the sum of $800,000. Apart being a tattoo artist, she is also Ceaser’s former fiancée. It is estimated that his net worth, as of late 2017, exceeds the sum of $2.5 million.Ĭrystana Lattimore – Dutchess was born on the 25th February 1984 in Lincolnton, North Carolina, USA, and attended North Carolina A&T from which she graduated cum laude, earning her diploma in Business Management as well as in visual art. He attended High School of Graphic Communication and Arts and in 1999 graduated from Katherine Gibbs College, majoring in Graphic Arts. It is certain that all these accomplishments have helped Black Ink Crew’s members to dramatically increase the size of their net worth.ĭavid Emmanuel – Ceaser was born on the 5th June 1979 in The Bronx, New York, and is the owner of the Black Ink studio. Although there has been several crew as well as cast changes, Black Ink Crew currently consists of several tattoo artists and main protagonists including Ceaser, Dutchess, Sky, O’Shit Duncan and Teddy Ruks, among a handful of others. It has also spawned several spin-off shows such as “Black Ink Crew: Chicago” and “Black Ink Crew: Atlanta”.

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Nowadays, the series is in its sixth season, which premiered on the 6th December 2017, being ranked in VH1’s top three reality shows. Its huge popularity among the audience provided an impressive basis for Black Ink Crew’s net worth. The show’s first season managed to gathered huge numbers of viewers, subsequently fans, that its second season was aired just a couple of months later, in September 2013.

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Everyday operations of the studio itself as well as the daily lives of its employees, abundant with their personal struggles and dramas, family concerns and legal issues, are streamed into the reality TV series which premiered in January 2013 on VH1. What began as a small tattoo shop in 2011, located in Harlem, New YorkCity, today is a respectable tattoo studio, ranked among the best in the world with a long list of satisfied celebrity clients. Have you ever wondered how much wealth this American reality show has accumulated so far? What is the net worth of the Black Ink Crew? According to sources, it is estimated that the total of Black Ink Crew’s net worth, as of late 2017, exceeds the sum of $4 million which has been acquired through its five-year-long existence so far. The show has been airing on VH1 since January 2013, and is currently in its sixth season. Black Ink Crew is a US reality TV program, which follows the daily functioning of the tattoo studio located in New York City’s borough of Harlem, operated by African-American staff, covering their daily struggles as well as staff dramas.

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