Fools | Carmy x Reader Fic
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Fic Summary: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. You've taken fewer hours at your job to lend a hand— for Sydney, of course. You and Carmy decided to stay friends— just friends. Things would be better that way, right? ...or wouldn't they?
Chapter Summary: Time for your new journey, alongside your best friend, Sydney Adamu, and the man who complicated your life these days, Carmen Berzatto. You're determined to make being "just friends" with Carmy work, but is he as determined as you are? | Carmy Berzatto x fem/afab reader (using they/them pronouns)
Important Info: The sequel to Speechless! (Seriously, read that first otherwise this fic won't make much sense), (texting, the usual) pink = reader, green = Sydney
Content Tags: Smut in the first chapter? You bet baby! Reader mentions wanting to drink, unprotected sex (reader is still on birth control tho dw), reader gets sad
Chapter One: Bad Idea, Right?
Word Count: 2k
"It's so weird, seeing The Beef sign not hanging," You commented as you approached the restaurant with Marcus, coffees in hand. Sydney and Carmy were already standing outside, watching the sign being taken away.
"Yeah... kinda feels bittersweet," Marcus replied as you both reached Sydney and Carmy. You each handed them the coffees you had for them.
This whole "just friends" thing with Carmy was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought. He still haunted your dreams, your nightmares, and a good majority of your thoughts. Now, that you were taking fewer hours at work to help with The Bear, you were in close proximity to Carmy almost every damn day. Part of you wondered if he felt the same, but you still remembered those stinging words of him calling you a "little fling" that day— you were long past that fight, you'd made up, but those words still haunted you. It were as if you'd meant nothing to him at all.
"Let it go," You internally reminded yourself— then your mind devolved into the actual song. Damn Disney and their catchy music.
"C'mon, let's go inside," Sydney nudged you, breaking you from your thoughts.
You followed her inside, leaving Marcus and Carmy on the sidewalk. Sugar was inside, busying herself with something that you really didn't understand, she was more on the business side of things.
Your thing was interior design. Of course, your boring little office job wasn't for that, so when Syd had offered to hire you on for interior design for The Bear, you jumped at the chance— even if it meant spending more time than you'd like with Carmy.
"You seem distracted. You alright, dude?" Syd asked you, sympathy behind her tone.
"Yeah... just... this whole being just friends thing with Carmy is weird getting used to. That's all," You reassured. You'd made a decision that you wouldn't be hiding shit from her this time; but, some things you wouldn't go into extensive detail about.
"It'll be alright, just think of this as... getting to spend more time with me?" Syd muttered with a playful nudge.
"Yeah, you're right." You smiled softly.
It was something you'd talked about when you were approaching your final year of high school— Syd opening a restaurant, you designing the interior of said restaurant. It was nice to finally see that dream through... even if it involved the man who complicated your life these days.
Well, at least with Richie taking on the role of maître d'hôtel at The Bear, you'd be working in close proximity with him more than Carmy. You'd gotten along with Richie since the first moment you stepped into The Beef while Syd was working there, so there was that at the very least. You'd also be working closely with Marcus, and the rest of the former Beef staff who'd become your friends— that was a plus at the very least in all of this.
"I've been sketching and writing down loads of ideas," You told Sydney. You could only hope you could run those ideas by Sydney more than Carmy.
Of course, the boys came inside in that moment, and Carmy had to chime in. "Can't wait to see them."
So much for running those ideas by Sydney more than Carmy.
You gave Carmy an awkward smile over your shoulder, then looked at Sydney again. "Um, wanna come over tonight and we can talk some of it over?"
"Shit, I'm sorry, I can't— I would, I really would but I have a meeting with this up and coming journalist about the restaurant," She frowned.
"Oh, it's okay! We can worry about it another time—"
"I can come talk some of it over if you want?" Carmy suggested.
Of course he suggested coming over. Why did he insist on tormenting you? Still, you were determined to make this "just friends" thing work. So, you relented, a big ass forced smile on your face.
"Sounds great!"
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You wished so desperately you could've backed out of this. But, no, this "just friends" thing was going to work, come hell or high water, and you were not going to sacrifice your interior design job just because of stupid Carmy... and his stupid handsome face and stupid good looking body and stupid charming smile. Stupid Carmen Berzatto.
Carmy came to your apartment with you, you both headed inside. You decided to make a mental note, "Always bring your art tablet, sketchbook, and notebook with you to the restaurant from now on."
"Want some water? Pop? Wine? Snacks?" You asked, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt with Carmy being back in your apartment for the first time since your fight with Sydney.
"I could actually go for a coffee, maybe?" Carmy muttered, sitting on your couch.
"Alright. Well, um... make yourself comfortable!" With that, you scurried to your kitchen.
Why did it suddenly feel like you were living in a really fucked up romcom?
You took a deep breath, making Carmy a coffee and yourself a tea. This was for work, Carmy was here strictly for business.
You'd also made the decision of no more drinking if a situation involved Carmy— that would be a bad mixture. But man, you'd kill for a fucking glass of wine right now.
Okay, this would all be fine. You were not intoxicated, you had no excuse to make any moves on Carmy, absolutely none. But what if he did that stupid thing where he flexed in that stupid white t-shirt and— STOP.
Jesus Christ. You gave yourself a quick splash of cold water to the face. Calm down, calm the fuck down.
You finally made your way back to the living room as you took a deep breath. "Here you go, Carm!"
"You remembered how I take it?" He asked.
"Well, yeah, I did just get you a coffee this morning—"
"That's different. You buy different coffee."
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Why are you being so weird?" You grumbled.
"Me? Why are you being so weird?" Carmy asked, almost sounding offended. "You've been like this all day."
"Oh my god, like what?" You asked.
"Just... I don't know!" Carmy exclaimed.
Suddenly, you realized the proximity to Carmy was a little too close.
"Like... nervous and fuckin' jittery around me and shit," Carmy muttered.
"No I'm not!" Yes you were.
And then Carmy smirked. You felt a chill run up your spine, and an all to familiar warmth in your stomach... arousal. From Carmy. Stupid, stupid, hot Carmy.
It only took a matter of seconds for both of you to snap. Carmy was kissing you, you were kissing him back. You knew Carmy being in your apartment was a bad idea.
You barely even remember how the two of you ended up in your bedroom, all you knew was that you were naked, he was naked, and he had you on all fours at the foot of your bed, and he was wasting absolutely no time fucking pounding you.
It'd been a while since you'd gotten fucked like that— well, fucked at all, admittedly. Since before your fight with Sydney, actually, cus you and Carmy hadn't done anything that night, and you hadn't bothered to see anybody else since your fight with Carmy.
"Ah— Carm— holy fuck—" You cried out as he pulled you up, the angle making him hit that soft spot inside you.
"Fuck, you feel s'fuckin good, baby," He groaned in your ear, one hand pawing at your tits, the other using his thumb to tease and rub your clit.
You tossed your head back against Carmy's shoulder, every sensation drawing you closer to the edge.
"C'mon, wanna feel you cum on my dick, pretty girl," He growled in your ear as he felt your walls clenching.
"Jesus— fuck—" You yelped, Carmy let you fall forward against the mattress as you came, your breathing becoming ragged and heavy.
"Good girl, gooood girl," Carmy grunted as he kept fucking into you, nearing his own orgasm. His familiar, obscene sounds filled the room as his hot seed filled you. "Fuck, takin' it like a fuckin' champ, babe."
You knew Carmy, though. He had a knack for making you cum multiple times in one night, so you knew this was just the beginning.
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After a night of sleep from Carmy thoroughly fucking your brains out, you awoke to an empty bed— not only that, but no note, no text. So, you got up, thinking maybe he's making coffee, or breakfast— nope. Nothing, nobody. No Carmy.
You sighed, realizing that last night was a huge fucking mistake. The biggest mistake you'd made in a while, probably a close second to getting involved with him in the first place. This was a thorough disaster, and you decided to make a promise to yourself right now, no more Carmy, no matter how tempting he may seem, this feeling the day after was not worth it, this pain was not worth the high.
You made yourself a coffee, and sat on the couch, contemplating what to do. Do you tell Sydney what happened last night, and beg her not to let you be alone with Carmy ever again? Do you even acknowledge what happened around him at all? Did he feel that it was a mistake too? As the thoughts swirled around your brain, you felt tears pricking your eyes.
Goddammit, of course you were gonna tell Syd. You promised, no more fucking secrets. But that didn't change how awful you were feeling.
i'm gonna be running a little late today. long story, promise i'll tell you later.
oh my god.
tell me you didn't.
How did she figure it out from a single text message? She did always seem to know you a little too well.
i did.
You felt yourself actually starting to cry now. How could you let this happen, after everything? The fights, the makeups, deciding to be only friends... you felt so stupid.
Yeah, this pain was definitely not worth the high.
Soon enough, Sydney let herself and Marcus into your apartment, she had coffees and he had a box of freshly made donuts.
"Oh my god," You mumbled upon seeing them, tear stains tracked all over your cheeks.
"Cheer up squad at your service!" Marcus announced as each of them sat either side of you.
They sandwiched you in a tight hug, Sydney giving you a little kiss on the cheek. It was obvious that Sydney knew by your text how upset you were.
"So... what happened?" Sydney asked softly.
You sighed, and explained that you tried to keep things neutral and normal, then next thing you knew, he was kissing you, you were kissing him back. And then things moved to the bedroom and got heated quickly. Then in the morning... there was nothing. No note, no text, no Carmy. Just a whole load of nothing.
"Can I kill him? I'd like to kill him," Sydney said casually. "I would really, really like to kill him, actually."
You sighed, putting your face in your hands. "Syd, please, I don't wanna confront him with this. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."
Syd sighed and nodded, her arm falling around you to rub your shoulder. "It's okay, yknow. Shit happens."
"Yeah, shit happens," Marcus nodded in agreement. "It was just as much his doing as it was yours."
"Please promise me you guys will keep me from letting him come to my fucking apartment again," You groaned. "Please."
"We'll try our best," Syd muttered, then laughed a little. "I could move in. That would help, right?"
"Very funny," You sighed, knowing your shitty, small one bedroom apartment would definitely not house two people very well.
Thankfully, Sydney and Marcus spent the morning with you, letting you wallow in your sadness and embarrassment in their company. Ah, true friends.
Eventually, you all headed to the future site of The Bear, and you'd discovered that Carmy, Sugar, and Sydney, were aiming to have the damn thing open in three months, with the help of funding from the Berzattos uncle Jimmy. You'd really have your work cut out for you...
In more ways than one.
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