Not About You - Chapter 2

Two to Tango

prompt: the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: 5.4k+

note: author still does not want any messages about glorifying toxic relationships. typically, but not always, when someone calls you clingy, it's weaponized and is abusive. this fic is not meant to portray that! it’s meant to show internal agony and the journey to forgiveness - Carmy apologizes 'cause he's actually sorry!

warnings: cursing, reader folds 'cause who wouldn't for the sweet puppy that is Carmy, hurt and comfort, small angst, small fluff, we talk about Mikey a bit, author uses writing as therapy, relationship angst...? barely edited.

part one: God's Plan

"It's six in the Goddamn morning!" You raged at your front door, stomping up to it, "Are you dumb in the fucking head!? Who the fuck in their right mind knocks like the Goddamn cops at six in the fucking morning!?"

You whipped it open, the force causing a breeze of air to blow your bedridden hair back and highlight your exhaustion. "Hiya, sunshine," Richie beamed down at you, holding up a paper bag, offering, "donut?"

"Richie!? I know you're not fuckin' stupid, baby boy, so, what the fuck is wrong with you? It's six in the morning on my day off - do you want to give me a reason to punch you? You hate your nose that much?"

He tisked at you mockingly, "Someone's cranky this morning."

"What do you want?"

"You're not gonna invite me in for coffee? I brought us donuts! See? C'mon, Peach," He jostled the bag around with a shit-eating, closed-lip smile. "Dooonuts," he taunted.

You had to pause, count to ten in your head, then sigh through your nose. You offered kindly, "Richie? Would you like to come in for some coffee? Since you kindly brought donuts?"

He grinned, "Awwh, thanks, Peach, thats real nice of yah! Don't mind if I do!"

"Don't call me that," you snapped, leading him into your kitchen. The door shut and locked.

"Oh, someone's touchy."

"What do you fucking want?" You whined, pouring two mugs of hot coffee. "You come bangin' at my door, early ass in the mornin'. You better have a good-ass reason," you slid the mug over the counter he sat at. "Cream or sugar?"

He shook his head, fiddling with the mug for a moment before admitting as you dressed up your own coffee, "Uh, so... It's Carmy."

You paused, taking a slow sip from your mug, waiting for more that wouldn't come. So, you quietly asked, "What about Carmy?"

"He's falling apart."

"O...Kay?"

"Peach," he frowned, "you know that your relationship was the only thing that made sense to him - he's falling apart without you there."

"Okay," you nodded, taking another swallow of hot bean-water.

"That's it? Nothing else to say? Dude's losin' his fuckin' shit, Peach. Okay? Barely leaves the restaurant, h-he's all manic and shit, doesn't stop cookin', isn't gettin' a lotta sleep, and Syd said his clothes are all over the apartment - he's not keeping himself in order."

"So, he needs his mother?"

Richie glared with a clenched jaw, "Not fuckin' funny, Peach."

"I'm not laughing."

"He needs you."

"I'd argue otherwise, he's a grown fuckin' man who doesn't need to be taken care of. Look, if he was man enough to call me a desperate, clingy bitch, he's man enough to deal with the fallout of his words."

"Look, hey, hey, hey, I'm not sayin' he's not in the wrong," he waved his hands, eyes widening, "actually, the exact opposite. We all chewed his ass out when we found out what he fuckin' said, Peach. And look, I've never seen Fak that fuckin' angry."

You semi-pouted your bottom lip, "Really?"

"Fak was ready to strangle Carmy, I think," Richie sighed. "I yelled, Sugar yelled, Fak lost his shit, Syd even cornered him in the office and laid into him..."

"I thought she didn't like me," you whispered.

"She's getting to know you, but she likes you," he assured, "and it's obvious the affect you have on Carmy. We all respect that - "

"Oh, great, so everyone except the one person who needs to respect our relationship - respects it!"

Richie frowned at you, nodding in agreement before admitting, "He's a dumb fuckin' idiot, Peach, we all know that, but the dude is losing it without you."

"Sucks to suck."

"Peach," he groaned, slapping his hands to the counter with exasperation. "Don't you love him?"

"Of course I love him, but I also have this little thing called self-respect! He said some shit - shit he can't ever take back. The fuck I look like going back to him when he's the one in the wrong!? I don't hate myself that much, and despite what he says, I'm not that desperate for love."

"How is talking to the man you love - "

"Richie," you paused him, "your Cousin said a lot of hurtful shit. It's been weeks, okay? He's gonna snap outta it, realize what he's done, and right the wrongs he's committed. I don't need to speed that along in any way, shape, or form - he's a grown man. And I'm a grown woman, I don't have to fall to anyone's beck-and-call, he can figure his own shit out."

"I know - look, it's been fuckin' weeks of us dealin' with him losin' his fuckin' mind!" Richie snapped. "We tried to respect that you wanted distance and time, we really did, but he's losin' it, Peach, more than he's lost it before. Okay? I'm concerned about him, more than I was when the shit with Mikey went down..."

You sighed and leaned on your kitchen counter, wiping your fingers over your eyes to pinch the bridge of your nose after. "Okay, okay," you paused, sighing again, blinking as you looked at Richie, "so, what would you like me to do?"

He pouted dramatically, "Talk to him? Please?"

"To say... What?"

"I don't know, you guys can work that out together, but he's miserable, Peach. Just talk to him, just..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I know it's not fair to ask of you, but he's slippin' off the deep end. You're all he knows, all that makes sense to him, and with you gone..." His eyes turned red as he held back his tears, "I-I'm not sayin' he's gonna do anythin', Peach, but everythin' with Mikey's still so fresh... I just - I can't go through this again. Can't lose another Berzatto."

You frowned, understanding now why he appeared so frazzled.

"Carmy's not Mikey, Richie, okay?" You reminded him softly, reaching for his hand; leaving your extended to reach him, "And you're not gonna lose any more of us, you hear me?" You gave a squeeze, "I'll talk to him."

"Really?"

"I will," you assured softly, seeing the single tear drop from his waterline when he bowed his head and sniffled harshly. "Hey, Richie...? Do you, maybe, wanna bring some flowers to Mikey today? Think you wanna visit?"

He shrugged, "Maybe..."

"Maybe it'll be nice," you assured calmly. "It rained a few days ago, so, the ground won't be too soggy anymore, but the grass will be lush and green - hydrated and shit."

"Right," he chuckled, nodding, "yeah, okay, maybe that'll be nice, yeah, you're right."

"Maybe Carmy could use a visit, too."

"He won't go."

You nodded, "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just have the offer."

Richie agreed, downing the last of his black coffee. "All right," he cleared his throat, "let's go - you wearin' that?"

"What?"

"You gonna wear that? To go talk to Carmy?"

"It's not even seven in the morning!"

"He's at the restaurant," Richie shrugged. "Dude doesn't leave. C'mon, he needs a nap or somethin'."

You groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave unless you left with him. So, you got ready quickly while he sat at your desktop computer; playing Facebook's FarmVille - the same you left your little cousins to play when they needed distracted. He was enraptured by the adorable virtual sheep, laughing to himself as he learned the ropes of the game; and when you were ready, you had time to fill a to-go tumbler of coffee while he signed off.

When you arrived at The Beef, it was still closed for the morning prep; and inside, chaos rained in a fury of angry voices. You listened to Carmy snap at Marcus about something petty, going as far as to slap a pastry out of his hand as they argued in one another's faces with ignited passion.

"Ooookay," you moved through the kitchen and got between the two men, hands on Carmy's chest, "that's enough, Chef, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, walk away - just walk away, Carmy, don't do this. Hey, hey, don't do this, c'mon, just step off - walk away with me, please. Please, Carmy, hey, hey, step off, walk away with me, please."

"Fuck you doin' here, Peach?" He asked with red, swollen eyes. He looked sullen; pale between the angry red blotches to his skin, bags under his tired eyes, looking worn out and thinner than you remembered.

"Yeah, hey, hey, we'll talk about that, c'mon, outside, outside, outside," you directed him, sighing at the sight of the splattered pastry you were forced to step over. "I'm so sorry, Marcus," you whispered, seeing him nod and wave you off as you and Carmy pushed outside into the alley.

The door shut behind you, making Carmy snarl, "What the fuck, Peach - "

"No, I think that's better asked to you," you snapped. "The hell's wrong with you? Yellin' at Marcus like that? You know how rude it is to slap shit outta anyone's hand?"

He paced in anger, wiping a hand down his face; circling his mouth with his fingers, eyes ringed with red, hair greasy and tossed in a mess. His pants looked baggy, his shirt wrinkled, stained, and dirty with sweat marks.

"What're you doin' here?" He asked in a pant, hands going to his slender hips, head shaking as his tear-filled eyes avoided yours.

"Carmy, we need to talk."

"No shit," he breathed, scoffing after and widening his pace.

"Hey, Carmy, hey, hey," you reached for him, taking both his wrists in your grasp so he had to face you. "I need you to pause for me, please, hey," you stepped in his way when he tried to move. "Carmy, you're no good to anyone when you're like this - least of all yourself. So, I need you to talk - "

"You left," he panicked, pulling back to start pacing again. "You left - you left me. We got in a fight and you left, you fucking left. You walked away and you left me."

"Carmy, we got in more than a fight," you sighed. "You lashed out at me, then turned avoidant, and I don't linger where I'm not wanted."

"How can you think that?" He demanded, still pacing. "That you're not wanted by me? That you're not welcome, what? In my life? At my side? With me? Baby - of course, you are!"

"You didn't exactly make me feel any different," you pointed out sharply. "Carmy, can you please fucking pause for me so we can talk this out - "

"I know I fucked up," he ranted to himself, huffing and puffing as his emotion strangled him. "I know I did, I kept - I couldn't - I fucked up. I know I did. I couldn't get my head outta my ass," he listed, pacing as he panted when panic took hold of his being, "and I hurt you, and it was like I had to keep hurting you because I couldn't be alone in what I felt and I couldn't exactly figure out what the fuck I was feeling - I just needed you to hurt, too."

"Carmy," you sighed patiently.

"And I couldn't stop, I just kept going, and when I realized how bad I made it, I couldn't fucking stop - I needed y-yo-you t-to know what I felt, but I couldn't find the words. I-I hate that I did that, I-I fucking hurt you and I made this so much worse than it ever had t-to be, and I fucking know, Peach, okay? I know you're not clingy, you were just loving me. Y-You were loving me, you were using your own love languages, and I felt y-you so fuckin' close to me, and freaked out - I just - I just don't know why. I just - I panicked, I couldn't stop whatever I felt, and I'm so sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, wiping his cheeks as the tears started. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Peach, I couldn't control myself and I-I hate that I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your understanding, but I just - I couldn't stop - "

"Carmy," you stepped directly in his footpath; needing to seize hold of his swollen biceps to catch his movements as he all but barreled right into you, "I need you to breathe."

"Nah, I'm okay - "

"No, you're not," you spoke sternly, shaking your head. "Baby," you eased your tone to a softer tone, seeing a glimmer of hope spark in his baby blues, "I need you to take a breath and remain in the present with me, okay? Just stand here with me," you watched as he blinked a couple of times; reaching out to hold your waist tentatively. "And stay in the present, okay? Stay here with me."

"I'm so sorry, Peach," he whispered, stepping closer so he could feel your breasts against his chest; caging you with his arms. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I didn't - I didn't know what the fuck I was even trying to fight with you about. You're not clingy - you're not any of the things I said, I didn't mean it - any of it."

"Calling me desperate?"

"I didn't mean any of it."

"A bitch?"

"Please," he whispered, bringing you in closer so he could rest his forehead on yours. "Don't repeat it, I know what I said, and I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm goin' crazy without yah, Peach. I need my best girl, and I don't deserve you, but I fuckin' need you." He sniffled, pulling back to caress your cheek, whispering, "I need you, Peach, you're the only thing that I know - the only thing I can understand, that makes sense to me. I think I just felt stressed and overwhelmed, I wasn't sure what to do - I couldn't find the words, I'm so sorry."

You nodded slowly, "I think we can work through this."

"I don't deserve you."

"Maybe not, but you have me anyway," you whispered, bringing his forehead to your own again. "But you can't do this again, taking anger out on me when I haven't done anything."

"Never again," he sighed, now nestling into your neck for comfort; arms tightening so you were the closest you could be with your head bent to keep his head caressed with yours.

"I don't think we can say 'never', but we can make an effort to leave work stress at work, right?" You whispered softly, letting one around coil around him to keep him close; the other caressing his jaw. "You don't get to treat me like that," you reminded him, "because I'm on your side, Carmy, I'm not the enemy."

"I know," he squeezed you tight.

"And the people doing their jobs are not the enemy," you smirked.

"I know," he chuckled lightly. "I owe Marcus an apology..."

"I'm sure you owe it to the others, too," you mused, holding his cheek as you turned your head to kiss his forehead. "Promise me we're done with that reactive bullshit. It doesn't make navigating a relationship easier on us."

"We're done, we're so fuckin' done with that shit," he whispered, deflating into your embrace as you held him close. "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am."

"I know," you comforted softly. "I forgive you."

"I don't deserve it."

"Hey, hey, this self-deprecating stunt has to end, too. We've gotta go forward with at least some confidence if we're gonna figure this out together."

He nodded, pulling back but keeping hold of your waist. "I am confident about this... About you - about us."

"Hmm?" You gently pushed a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Move in with me - officially."

Your face contorted in mild disappointment, "Oh, Carmen - "

"No, no," he rushed, sighing as his hand flattened on your jaw and cheek again, "just listen to me. I've wanted to ask you for a long time, okay? I've wanted this for - like - fucking years. Hear me? I just," he sighed, "I wasn't sure how to ask. I want this for us, I want us to be together, okay? Officially. I-I want us living together, Peach, okay? I want to come home and just - I want you there. I want all of you," he frowned, tears swelling again, "and all your shoes in the foyer, hair in the shower drain, perfume on the counter, and every-single-way you know how to love me. I was wrong to say you were clingy - and everything else I said. Baby, the last couple weeks, I've felt so fucking empty, so lonely and - just - cold. I've been cold without you. I need you, Peach, I need you with me, and I need you to be exactly you - no holding back. Because you're exactly who I need to love me, I'm so sorry I fucked that up before."

"Carmy."

He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"I know," you smirked, "and I forgive you. But you know it's gonna take more than a few pretty words and some tears, right?"

He nodded, "Anything to make this work again."

You sighed in patience, "Go say your apologies to the others, we've got t'make a stop before going back to yours - and you're going to take a fucking nap."

"I'm fine - "

"Look me in my eye and try to tell me in the past 72 hours, you've had decent, restful sleep."

He frowned, opening his mouth a few times but then sighing. "You know I can't," he whispered.

"Exactly why we're going back to yours."

Carmy paused, brows furrowing as if a thread pulled them together. He asked softly, "Is that a no to us... Living together? Is that why you're calling it 'my' place?"

You offered him a look of patience and leaned in to peck his lips for a few prolonged seconds, promising, "There's your apartment, there's my apartment, and then there's gonna be our apartment. Somewhere that's just ours, 100% us." His mouth stretched in a grin, so you swiftly cut him off, "But you have to ask me again when you've got restful sleep under your belt. I want you clear headed when you make this kinda decision."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. "Where're we goin' before?"

You swallowed nervously, telling him softly, "You absolutely do not have to go with us, but I think Richie could use a visit out to Mikey's grave. I said I'd take him with some flowers, but you do not have to get out to go with us - not if you're not ready."

He blinked a few times, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes dropped from yours. You were about to coo his name and assure him again, when he nodded at you and tried to half-smile. "Okay," he breathed.

"Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll, uh... M-Maybe I can, just, hang back in the car."

"Sure, baby, whatever you're comfortable with," you whispered, leaning in to peck his forehead. "You good?"

"I will be."

"Mhm," you hummed, caressing his cheek again before pushing your hand into his curls. "Now, let's get a move on - I want you to march in there, say you're sorry to your Chefs, and then we'll leave."

"Yes, ma'am," Carmy whispered, leaning in to kiss you - but you pulled back.

"Aht," you halted him with a teasing finger to his lips, "after we've got everything worked out, then you can kiss me."

"You got t'kiss me," he mumbled against your finger; making you hum as you fought off a stretching smile, and lower your hand.

"Fair point - just one then - "

He cut you off by, indeed, pressing a single kiss to your lips, but not pulling back. His hand raised to hold the back of your head, your lips spreading in a grin against his; finding rhythm to move together before pausing to press in prolonged passion.

When he pulled back, you both paused to smile, and when you tried to peck his lips again, he pulled back, teasing, "Aht, just the one."

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed lightly, letting him take your hand before leading you back into the kitchen. The other Chefs lingered, sparing you and Carmy a few nervous glances, making you whisper in his ear as you squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, baby, get it done."

He nodded and called the kitchen to attention, clearing his throat, and beginning to make his apologies. He singled out Marcus, then Sydney, Richie, and Sugar; the kitchen staff all accepting his words and insisting he could take the day off - even the next few days if he wanted! You had to usher him to grab his things a few times, nudging him in reminder and verbally pushing him back into action. That boy's ADHD would truly be the death of him.

"So?" Richie smirked at you as Marcus handed you a packaged box of pastries.

"We're talking it out."

He chuckled, "Good. Get him outta here, Peach, dude needs to breathe."

"I got it," you swatted him away as Carmy exited the office. "But we've got somewhere to be first, right?"

He paused, then nodded and asked in a mutter, "He said okay?"

"He's got time to decide what he wants to do, but he knows we're going. C'mon, get your coat."

Richie met you at the front of the restaurant and with a parting wink to Sugar, you took Carmy's hand, tangled your fingers together, and left to venture to your parked car. Carmy got in the front, Richie in the back, and after a stop at a corner bodega to grab three bouquets of flowers, you drove to the cemetery. Carmy was silent, no music played, and Richie's leg bounced in anxious tension; making small conversation with you about your job in an effort to distract himself.

When you arrived, you pulled up on the access road that you knew was closest to Mikey's grave. Richie spared a glare between you and Carmy before muttering that he needed a cigarette and got out of the car to leave you alone. "Baby?" You whispered, reaching for his hand. "Hey, look, if you don't want to go with us, it's okay. We won't be long... But maybe you want to sign this," you showed him the small, blank name card left in the flowers.

"Why?" He whispered.

You shrugged, "So he knows they're from you."

"Peach," he sighed, meeting your eyes.

"Baby, I know it's silly, I know it's easier to ignore it all. But I'd like to believe it's just a nice gesture for our own closure - it's a signed gift from us, to them... And maybe it's nice to pretend that wherever they are, they know what we've left for them."

Carmy nodded slowly, "I-I don't think... I don't think I can go..."

"It's okay, baby," you whispered.

"But," he sniffled, opening his hand to you, "I'll sign it, if you'll leave it for me?"

"Of course," you rushed, opening your purse to producing a pen for him. The clank card rest on the center console of your car, pausing, swallowing nervously, then scribbling his name as he cleared his throat. He offered you the pen, waited until it was put away, then offered the flowers. "Hang tight, we won't be too long," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, pecking your forehead before letting you get out of the car. You handed Richie his own flowers with a signed card, holding your own and Carmy's; linking arms with Rich to venture up the small grass hill and moved about halfway down the cemetery plot line. When you came to his stone, you understood this was what Rich needed more than you, so, you knelt and laid the two bouquets down before starting to quickly groom the area around his tombstone.

You told him, "I'm sorry it's not much, but I'll be back later for a picnic and a chat. I brought you flowers from me a-and from Carmy. He's in the car, but he's here, Mikey... Give him time," you whispered, brushing dirt from the stone before standing. "Take your time," you told Richie softly, seeing the tears gather in his eyes.

"Thanks, Peach," he whispered, offering you a tight hug. When you pulled back and started to walk away, Richie lowered himself to kneel and lay his own flowers down; hearing him tell Mikey, "Don't gotta worry 'bout us, Mike-Man, Peach is the glue that keeps us together. Shit, she even got Carmy out here..."

You made it back to the car and got in, smiling at Carmy - but dropping it the instant you saw tears in his eyes. "Talk to me," you whispered, reaching for a wet wipe in your glovebox to clean your hands after plucking the grass and brushing off dirt from the grave.

"Why can't I get out?"

You only stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to say.

"I'm here... I'm finally here... Why can't I get out?"

"You're not ready," you nodded, tossing the wipe aside to a plastic bag. "It's okay, Carmy, it's okay to not be ready yet. We can come back when you are," you reached for his hand.

"I think this added to my frustration," he admitted. "I couldn't... I didn't go to the funeral, haven't been here since he was... You know."

"Laid to rest."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Fuck's wrong with me?"

"You're grieving," you relented, nuzzling closer so your head rested on his shoulder. "It's not linear, Carmy, baby, just let yourself feel. When you try to repress your emotions, you lash out inappropriately."

"I know," he whispered, "'M sorry."

"It's not your fault," you promised, the two of you quietly bowing your heads together. You remained as such until Richie got back in the car, and from there, it was quiet as everyone stewed in their own emotion. You dropped Rich back at work before promising to call him later and driving away; heading for Carmy's apartment in the soothing silence, his hand locked in yours.

When you arrived at his apartment, you froze upon seeing the interior's state. "Oh, Carmy, no," you whispered, frowning deeply.

"Looks worse than it is," he deflected. You only hummed and let him lead you to the bedroom; watching him strip and prepare for bed before joining you on the mattress. He crashed almost immediately, sighing in relief as he pecked over your shoulder and collarbone, muttering, "'M so glad you're back. 'M so sorry, Peach."

"I know you are, and I forgive you," you told him softly, carding a manicured hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, baby."

He was asleep nearly instantly. He deflated on top of you, deeply resting enough to not notice you slip out from under him. You cleaned his entire apartment; doing laundry, cleaning, scrubbing, replacing necessities he deemed himself too lazy to pay attention to. You did dishes, cleaned out his fridge, and as you mopped up the floors, the sun set and Carmy emerged from the bedroom.

"Baby?" He mumbled in earnest confusion, sighing in relief when he saw you.

"What? Afraid I disappeared on you?" You teased with a small grin.

"For sure," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes; making your amusement dim when you realized the nerve it struck. "The hell you doin'?"

"You didn't seriously think I could rest knowing this monster of a clean-up job lingered out here, did you?"

"I don't want you t'clean after me."

"Well, too late," you smirked. "You good now?"

"I feel better, yeah."

"Good."

"And I made up my mind."

"Hmm? About what?"

"I'm gonna take some time off work," he nodded, "and focus on us. Get us in a new crib, it'll be nice."

"Think you can handle that?"

He nodded, "I'll have to, you're the most important thing in my life, I can't lose you. So, if I gotta take time off, that's the least of my worries. I'm only here for us, for you."

You smiled at him, setting the mop aside to wrap him in your arms. "I like the sound of that, us making a home together - being able to decorate a new home. But don't let me overdo it, okay? I get all excited and kinda bulldoze my way through projects. I don't want you t'find real reason t'resent me."

"Nah, that ain't possible," he promised quietly.

True to his word, Carmy took three solid weeks off; agreeing to a fourth week as a contact-only consultant. You and he slept in most days, looking at apartments, and not once did he even mention work. He was diligent in his attention, focused on you and you alone; putting in overtime to rebuild that what was broke by focusing on shared interests again. You found a place you loved ready for what was basically immediate move-in, taking time to pack your respected places and prepare for the official start of your cohabitating relationship.

You didn't forget what he said, being reserved in your displays of love. Yet Carmy was different; he was totally clingy the moment you returned to his life. He feared letting you go meant you'd disappear again, feared you'd run away again. He held your hand at every possible opportunity, got you a fresh bouquet of weekly flowers, ran all his errands with you; never went to bed without you, cooked all meals with you in the kitchen - perched up on a counter. Most showers you took together, and almost every night was spent cuddling on the couch or in bed with either a book being shared between you or a new show playing on the mounted flatscreen TV.

Carmy clung because he thought if he showed you acts of his love, it'd allow comfort towards your loving behavior to flourish again - and he was right. It took a little bit of time, but Carmy clung tighter and tighter; ensuring you started to reciprocate before ever easing up in the intensity of his affectionate displays. He didn't want to overwhelm you, but knew you needed the reassurance.

You were cautious, you were apprehensive; tiptoeing around Carmy even when living together before warming back up to him. You didn't need to repeat the words he hurled at you all those weeks ago, not wanting to dredge up repressed feelings, but never letting him forget what he said. Your actions spoke enough, skittish around his affection; something Carmy took note of and despised himself for. He made up for it, of course he did, it was Carmy and he hated tension and conflict in his closest circles of life. Yet it wasn't so easy for you two to move forward, they weren't just words to you.

They were direct insults to you as a person; to you and how you loved others. Carmy had seen your deepest fear and used it as a defense against you - wanting you to hurt the way he was, too. He understood this wasn't acceptable, knowing the next time he resorted to such despicable actions, you'd simply walk away; never dealing with disrespect, so, he needed to be acutely aware of his words.

You would never allow yourself to be someone else's doormat, but part of being an adult is understanding that people were allowed to make mistakes - it's part of being fucking human. How terrible you'd feel if someone held your own mistakes against you, because the truth was, you weren't perfect either.

Part of being in a(n adult) relationship is understanding when someone apologized, it was best to accept and move on because nothing was ever solved by dragging turmoil out. This didn't mean forget what happened, forget whatever emotion was evoked - but to do your part to repair what was broken; no matter who was at fault, it always took Two to Tango.

And in this song and dance, you were ready to sweep around the dance floor if only with Carmy. Because that's what a relationship was; a conscious effort by both partners to work as one, to dance in-sync; owning the art together, as equal partners.

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁!𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 | 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 | 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 | 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 | 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 | 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 | 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 | 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 | 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 | 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 | 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗲 | 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺 | 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 | 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 | 𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗯 | 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 | 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 | 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺𝘀 | 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 |

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𝗼𝗻𝗲 | 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀

𝘁𝘄𝗼 | 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 | 𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼 | 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘆

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 | 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲-𝗺𝗼𝗶

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 | 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼

𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 | 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 | 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭𝟴 +

𝘀𝗶𝘅 | 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸

𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 | 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 | 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆! [𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲] [𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼]

𝘁𝗲𝗻 | 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄, 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘄

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 | 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 | 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 | 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱

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Pair: Yoongi  x f!reader ; Jungkook x f!reader

Summary: You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

Genre and warnings: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, music producer au. Vmin side pairing. Roommate Namjoon, producer rap line, producer reader. Ginger Yoongi and Blueberry Koo. Namjoon and Jungkook are cousins in this, go with it. Ex-Yoongi. Childhood friend Jungkook. Mentions of Sope and Hoseok x reader.

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** = smut [18+]

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Stolen moments @angeli-marco-writes

**Fine line @luciwritesstuff

**Single all the way @heyhihellowhatsup0

3 lies @peeterparkr

More than I know @lauras-collection

Gone @dahliaspidey

Those summer night @waitimcomingtoo

Different now @tomhollandsblog

(Un)expected @luciwritesstuff

Revenge is sweet @t-lostinworlds

Wicked game @waitimcomingtoo

To be real @softholand

**I don't know where I stand @cutetomholland

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You @geekygoddesss

**Instead of you @wazzupmrstark

**Unscripted @justapurrcat

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OH, WHAT A WORLD: A ONE SHOT SERIES

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the early days (boyfriend!harry) ✨

from strangers to friends, friends into lovers.., or the classic friends to lovers scenario.

behind the scenes, or a glimpse of the sweet life while on tour with harry.

superstar, or when harry just wants to make you proud.

can’t admit when you’re sorry, or miscommunication at its finest.

good things fall apart, or when the distance gets too much.

the best days (husband!harry) ✨

hearts don’t break around here, or sweet confessions, revelations, and talks about marriage.

make you feel my love, or when harry gets down on one knee in italy.

when you’re ready, or an addition to your little family is considered.

the greatest gift of all, or when you tell harry you’re pregnant. 

the sweetest days (dad!harry) ✨

simply the best, or when you and harry go shopping for your little one.

sweetest devotion, or when harry and your little one have late night cravings.

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TikTok Trends

Starstruck - @hollandcrush

you bought the famous tiktok leggings to record toms reaction

British People Be Like - @kelieah

you make tom duet the “british people be like” tiktok

Hazzy - @kelieah

you call tommy a different name for a tiktok

* Tiddies - @kelieah

you drop them tiddies out for tom, only bc tiktok of course

Bloody Bags - @kelieah

hitting tom with a bag brings out the full brit inside of him

Hands Up - @spideyyeet

you have a little fun with tiktok while in quarantine with four boys - tom gets jealous, haz gets a black eye, tuwaine breaks a window and harry falling off the roof

Mugshot - @spideyyeet

you decide to do the cringy mugshot trend on tiktok, but instead you post the real time you got arrested and the boys are shocked

TikTok - @leetotters

doing the 'embarrassing couple questions’ tiktok challenge with tom

Viral - @waitimcomingtoo

you and tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

Passing The Phone - @spidernerdsblog

the “i’m passing the phone” trend with the holland brothers + haz and reader but it just turns into tom and reader exposing each other of stuff that should’ve been kept to there self

Tom - @hollandsimpson

you tried a tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend by his name and tom became a whiny kid

Top 5 People You'd Cheat on Tom With - @astranva

in which you make a powerpoint presentation of the 5 people you’d cheat on tom with and show it to him for tiktok

That Goes In You? - @hollandsour

you decide to try the trend where you show your boyfriend how a tampon works and tom becomes jealous of a tampon

Cold, Cold Shower - @hollandsour

you tried following the tiktok trend in which you drop ice on your boyfriend while he’s taking a shower Wait…This Seems Familiar - @hollandsour

you decide to try the trend on tom where you put him in ¨yoga¨ positions when they are actually positions he puts you in on sexy times

Pretty girl - @cherrykindness

there is a new trend in tiktok, and tom is even more adorable than expected

@parkers-gal

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

U N P L A N N E D

You’ve always done things the way you were supposed to. On time, in order, and with a fair amount of preparation. But nothing could have prepared you for something as unplanned as this. Especially when Harry Styles is involved.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen

part seventeen

part eighteen 

jane on tour!

rudolph the red-nosed reindeer

Jeff + Glenne’s wedding

Fine Line blurb

HARRY’S POV 

The Voicemail 

The Bombshell 

The Confession 

The Decision 

The Meeting 

The Sonogram

The Results

The First Kiss

The Meeting vol. 2 

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EXTRAS

unplanned inspo

the playlist

floor plan for MC and Lexi’s apartment

floor plan for Harry’s house

MC’S character profile

how does MC dress?

Famous!Reader

* = smut

Jealousy, Jealousy - @waitimcomingtoo

you call tom out on his most jealous moments

Call It What You Want - @waitimcomingtoo

tom accidentally send you mixed signals during an interview

Rumours - @celestialbarnes-archive

tom and actress!reader are secretly dating and play the game, ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’

The ‘Friendship’ Test - @spideyobsessed

you and tom take glamour’s friendship test

3 Hearts Broken - @wizkiddx

an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

A Job Offer - @wizkiddx

after your ex, tom holland, helped you out after a panic attack at an event - the fall out is a lot more than just one embarrassing night

Secret Lover - @hollandsour

y/n and tom, who have been secretly dating for a while, both come on to the graham norton show - causing social media to blow up about it

Don't Be Mad - @hollandsour

tom posts a pic to instagram which leads to fan speculation about whether the two of you are dating

“That Was Painfully Sexist” - @cherrycheridarling

at a panel for the new avengers film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage

Lockscreen - @cherrycheridarling

tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone' - being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen

Gross - @cherrycheridarling

you go live and sing an unreleased song to your fans - some catch onto the inspiration, including the one who inspired you

Dap Me Up - @cherrycheridarling

during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower

Coffee & Muffins - @schaferthecreator

you and tom go out to get breakfast and run into some paparazzi

Breaking The Internet - @parkers-gal

tom and reader are expecting a baby, and finally make it public

* Lingerie - @duskholland

your co star offers to photograph you in your new lingerie, and it only escalates from there

* One Million - @duskholland

you’re not one to shy away from competition, so when your co-star tom approaches you with an opportunity to secure the ultimate bragging rights, you aren’t afraid to play a little dirty...

The Rooftop Party - @duskholland

your heart aches to belong to your co-star tom, who you’re sure only sees you as a friend - things come to a boil during a particularly eventful party

Something To Remember - @tinyyoungblood

you and tom are in portland for one mission only and that is to be seen together - so how did you end up getting parent tattoos?

Outshining Tom - @tinyyoungblood

you and your co-stars from far from home are stuck in a seven-hour flight and tom keeps missing the hole until you show him how to do it

* Spotlight - @mywldflwers

you've joined the mcu family and you attend its premiere with tom by your side

Party Of The Year - @whereistradel

reader is a famous actress who is best friends with tom - they plan to throw a birthday party but tom can’t make it due to his press tour

Scars - @grimesslut

famous!reader has a history of self harm but no one knows - until photos go around of her scars

Defying Gravity - @cali-holland

your broadway debut as elphaba in wicked makes you come to terms with your feelings for your best friends brother

* Familiar - @angelic-holland

you’re a famous youtuber and are invited to interview the far from home cast - but nobody knows you’re already dating one of them

Dirty Shirley - @angelic-holland

you’re an actress in endgame and have a little too much to drink for your 21st birthday

Trust Issues - @stuckonspidey

where the avengers cast are on the jimmy fallon show and tom accidentally blurts out that he and the reader are dating

Shy Smiles - @tomhollandd

instead of tom sweeping you off your feet like he planned, you’re the one sweeping him off his

Press Week - @parkersbliss

just three times you and tom were too adorable during press week

Interview Interests - @redrebecca

when you go on your favourite chat show to promote your new movie, a lot can happen, especially when you’re sharing a couch with tom holland

Scheduling Issues - @redrebecca

you arrive on set 2 hours early, tom passes the time with an instagram live

The Press Tour (Series) - @dahliaspidey

you’re a new, inexperienced actress plucked from the obscurity of everyday life to play the lead in the reboot of a famous british ane austen novel, and tom holland just so happens to be playing your love interest

Sex Scene: Interview - @xoluvx

you and tom starred in a movie - there’s a sex scene, now you have to talk about it on national tv

With You - @whatevsholland

in an attempt to better you and your career, tom breaks off your relationship, making it the talk of the media

Wannabe - @sailingintothenight

and what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, you and tom started to wonder if you wanna be something else in each other’s life?

Pour It Out - @rhapsodyparker

a cheeky game of ‘pour it out’ with jimmy fallon makes you spill some beans

10 Fingers, 10 Toes - @itsallyscorner

social media au - you and tom finally reveal that your little poppet has finally arrived

This Way - @tomspancakes

you and tom are exes, but you need a place to stay at while you film in london and harry is your best friend. things get more complicated when a pandemic starts

Kiss, Marry, Kill - @typicalholland

an interview with tom and his fellow cast members in a game of kiss,marry,kill, his favourite actress seems to reach back to him

Lovely - @honeyspidey

after a long day on set, tom says the wrong name during a scene

Grenade - @tommydarlings

tom and y/n live happily together and they are the most gorgeous couple in hollywood, right?

Silent Britain (Series) - @marvelhero-fics

you’re pretty new to hollywood, finally getting a role in a blockbuster martin scorsese film - to your surprise, tom holland is playing your love interest - eventually, you and tom become love interests outside the film

Miss Me? - @chaoticparker

tom’s visiting you for the first time in a while, but now he is worried that you didn’t miss him

Romantic - @chaoticparker

you and tom are secretly dating and go on the late late show to discuss your new film and some suspicious photos

Don't Fuck It Up - @whatever-itakess

the cast of the new movie of spider-man was in an interview, and tom released your secret relationship with him on live

* Love On Set - @selfcarecap

you’ve never kissed anyone while filming - actually, you’ve never kissed anyone, ever - now you have to have your first kiss on set for the latest film you’re acting in, with tom holland no less, but luckily he’s there to practise with you beforehand, or at least you hope you can gather the courage to ask him

* Navigate - @angelic-holland

reader is a famous youtuber and her and tom figure out how to share their relationship with the public

Weak Spot - @spideyyeet

tom finds it amusing how you still cry over infinity war

Talk To Me - @missnxthingg

you and your new co-star tom are getting really close, but you’re afraid of opening up to him because of some self-esteem issues, and he definitely notices it

* Screen Partner - @missnxthingg

tom is the only one who has ever been nice to y/n on set and even though she pretends not to like him, there’s a big sexual tension between them and they needed to cool it off somehow - so something happens during a press tour that just brings the two of them together