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the catholic guilt girlies are being FED TONIGHT
♰ PRAYING. -- JESUS DIED ON A CROSS (part one) -- carmen berzatto x fem!reader ♰
a/n: hi catholic guilt besties,,, how we feelin' tonight?? new fic alert teehee using my catholic years for lore! -🪱 (listen to take me to church - hozier.) cws: catholic trauma. cursing, but other than that sfw. <3 wc: 622! (short blurb to build plot)
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hebrews 10:25 says, ‘and let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near.’
loud. hectic. messy. loud, again.
those were the only words that came to mind when lunch rush hit. he’s trying. he really is. but mikey didn’t leave this place exactly organized.
he’s slinging sandwiches in white paper bags when his eyes catch a glimpse of a crucifix charm gleaming under the fluorescents.
there was no way.
he hadn’t seen anyone with the same one as him in years. he’d like to keep it that way, given private school wasn’t necessarily an environment he thrived in.
her eyes seemed to lock on his own cross under his tightly fit white tee, eyes widening when her eyes dart back up to his face.
“hi. uhm, could i get a black coffee?”
“yeah.” he said quickly, scrambling for a to-go cup. “yeah. of course.” he fumbles slightly with the pot of coffee as he fills up the cup with the steaming brown liquid.
“uhhh, that’ll be two bucks.”
“oh…yeah. uhm, just take a 5. keep the change.”
she scrambles through her bag, a crumpled abraham lincoln staring back at him on the counter.
“carmen, right? …i went to holy trinity too.” she mutters, watching him put her 5 in the register. the rest in the dusty tip jar as she thumbs her necklace that he seemed to have an exact replica of around his neck.
“yeah.” he mutters, handing her the cup of coffee. it’s not that he’s intentionally being rude, he just sucks with new people, especially pretty ones that went to the same hell as him.
he couldn’t help but think it was probably the only thing him and this girl had in common. she was gorgeous, and he’s beating himself up inside for not remembering her name.
he really did bury the memories. the ties, the slacks. the masses and the holy water. the smell of incense that lingered on his uniform for days.
she looks around, noticing she’s most definitely holding things up. judging by the way richie also comes up behind carmy to whack him lightly in the back of the head.
“bye, carmen.”
maybe going to private school was worth it if it meant he got to know of her existence. see her face on a shitty day like today. all things he would never say to her, seeing as he let her walk away.
“ow.” he mutters monotonously at richie’s hit.
richie’s watching carmy’s face flush a deep red, and can’t help but let out a low whistle as she walked away.
“cousin.” richie laughs,
“she was totally checking you out.”
“no, she wasn’t. wrap another damn sandwich.”
he hated to admit it, but the mysterious nature of their interaction had his mind swimming.
who was she? was she always that pretty? did she remember my stutter, or that time sister mary-ann caught me smoking in the parking lot?
“he like—totally didn’t remember me.”
okay, maybe it wasn’t a coincidence.
maybe, she’s had a little bit of a parasocial relationship with the infamous carmen berzatto, and his shiny awards.
maybe she remembered him vividly, the way he would brush past her in the hallway with his head down.
maybe she heard whispers of him coming back to chicago -- and wanted to see his face.
maybe she was talking to herself on the way back to the L, a lukewarm to go cup of coffee in hand.
“fuck, am i creepy for this?”
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dt: @thefreakingbear, @carmenberzattosgf,, thank u for this idea!!
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i have a general plot idea for both but please let me know if you have any ideas in my inbox!!! smut angst fluff etc