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Sydney Saw it First (c. berzatto x reader)

You’re Carmy’s friend from Noma and he asks tou to mentor Marcus before he heads to Copenhagen to stage. Sydney thinks you’re both fools in love and she’s determined to fix it. (fluff, sydney being the best wingman, inspired by the scene in new girl when nick points his shoes to jess, two fools in love)

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It was hard for anyone to read if the Carmen Berzatto cared.

Some days, he was loving but most days he was tenacious. It’s not like he meant it. It was just how he was wired; how he reacts to things. The crew learned that the hard way, when he exploded on Marcus, when he screamed at Sydney…when the stress gets to him, it really gets to him.

He’s imposed penance on himself for his actions, secluding himself from the world…being unreachable. If there was one thing in the world that he craved and that he was afraid of, it was love. So he secludes himself until he feels alone. Relationships were unnatural to him.

But it came naturally with you.

You were training to become a pastry chef at Noma when Carmy was there. You met each other at the halls, shared friends that it was inevitable for you two to become friends. He was your first taste tester when you first made croissants. He helped you make your own sourdough starter for the sourdough cookies that you were experimenting on. You were the first person whom he cooked his mom’s picatta. You were his sous chef, helping him prep the vegetables on important dates. When news arrived detailing Mikey’s death, you were the first person he called. 

You two were great. You were great.

If anyone deserved praise, Carmy thought that it was you.

He didn’t know why but when he saw that Marcus was really interested in pastry, he called you; asked you to come and teach a really, really eager student that was going to stage in Copenhagen soon. Sydney also suggested that sweets are needed in a restaurant. You didn’t hesitate to board the plane upon his request. If anything, you were glad that he was finally asking you for a favor. It only meant that he was still—if not more—comfortable with you. 

You arrived in Chicago all smiles, and greetings. It was Richie and Carmy who picked you up from the airport and Richi was floored. How did his cousin even manage to tolerate you? He didn’t hate you immediately, of course. In any case, Carmy told you about his little girl; you decided to bring her a little gift. 

“I didn’t know what to get you but Carmy said that you have a daughter so I got this instead,” you said, extending a toy. “My niece has the same one…so, I figured…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Richie nodded. He muttered a small ‘thanks’ before helping you with you luggage. 

The night before, Carmy instructed everyone during family to behave. 

“Look, there will be no funny business, alright? My friend is flying in tomorrow to oversee Marcus and act as his mentor while we fix the Bear. No taking her knife away, no screaming, no fighting, no fucking anything, alright, chefs?” he asked. When he was met with silence, “Alright, Chefs?”

A couple of ‘heards’ were thrown. 

“Who is this friend, anyway, Jeff?” Tina asked. “You didn’t tell us to behave when Sydney over here first came,”

“Someone from Copenhagen. She, uh—“

“She?” Sweeps asked, his eyebrows raised in anticipation. “You got a girl, chef?”

“No,” he replied. “She studied in Copenhagen as a pastry chef, okay? No big deal—“ he proceeds to mention your name and how you’re just really super cool. “No big deal—“

“Wait, Chef, that’s a big deal!” Marcus said. “Oh, you know her recipes are all over my station, right?” he asked. “Sydney—“

“I went to the place she worked at in New York after I graduated. Everything’s just so…good. Amazing,” she recalled. “So, yes, it’s a big deal,”

“Yeah, whatever. Just promise me to behave, alright?” Carmy asked. “She’ll have to make do with what we currently have but I’ll try to stock up and set up the station before she arrives tomorrow.” 

-

You arrived at the Beef—er, the Bear a day after your arrival in Chicago. You were able to find a place that was near the city center for a good deal. You were here indefinitely, still trying to figure out if you wanted to run your own bakery or just work with others for the rest of your life. Seeing Carmy take the leap was insipiring. 

“Hello, chefs, I’m Y/N,” you said, a friendly smile gracing your features. Carmy was right beside you, watching everyone. “I’m a pastry chef and I graduated with Carmy in Copenhagen. I’m here to mentor Marcus but of course, if you have any questions regarding anything, you can ask me. I know how to cook too…and uh, I’ll be taking care of family tonight,”

Carmy jerks from his relaxed position. 

“You sure?” he asks softly. “I can take care of family, if you’re too tired.”

“Yeah. It’s like initiation,” you nod, looking at him and then looking back at the new faces in front of you again. “Do you have any questions…”

Sydney raises her hand. 

“Um, I’m sorry if this comes across rude but why are you here?” she asked.

“Oh, well, I’m not really tied down to anything right now. When Carmy called me, asking if I could come here, I decided to go. I’m here in Chicago indefinitely and I’ve been receiving invitations to cook, teach a class, whatever. I might accept some of those,” you said. Sydned nodded. Damn, Noma’s chefs were being chased from left and right. She was in the presence of two. 

“Do you have a little notebook?” Tina asked, making Sydney scofd. “With recipes?”

“Um, no,” you shook your head. “I keep all my notes in my head and then write it afterwards,” Tina liked you already. 

“What do you think about Carmen Berzatto—“

“Anyway, that’s all, Chefs! Marcus, come to the office with me, chef,” Carmy said, breaking up the huddle, and making you laugh. He discreetly pulls down your shirt, a sign that you should follow him too to the office. When you were both out of earshot, Sydney asked no one in particular.

“That girl and Chef? There’s something,”

That afternoon, during family, Sydney watched the two of you like a hawk. Confirming her suspicions when Carmy stayed for family and sat beside you.

-

Sydney notices it for the second time. You were going over the Noma “picture book” with Marcus, telling him how some of the desserts came about.

“What’s this?” Marcus asked, pointing at a photo of the dessert that put you on the map. 

“That’s a dish of candied hallabong peel, with a prosecco peach sorbet, on a bed of meringue, topped with candied cherries. I got it because some of my friends went to Jeju sometime and brought back this orange hybrid. I think….I think we can recreate it but it wouldn’t be the same without the orange.”

“What about the flesh and the juice?”

“I turned it into like an orange-chocolate cake with chocolate mousse,”

Carmy was just passing by but he decided to watch you interact with his employees instead. 

“Anyways, where’s your chocolate cake? Let’s taste it and compare it from the last one. Also, I can send you my recipe for sourdough doughnuts. Just give me your email,” you said, looking up briefly to find Carmy already looking at you. It made him feel good to see you incorporate yourself so well in the kitchen. Well, it’s not like the Bear is open but his staff went to you for some tips and advice. They were all undergoing some sort of training to make everything more elevated. “Hey, Carm. Do you need anything?” 

“Hey-hey,” he coughed, ashamed for being caught. “Nothing. Uh—“

“Chef, did you ever try Y/N’s stuff?” Marcus asked. He’d really, really, really want to taste something that you made someday. They were all delicate and so detailed. It’s probably why you got multiple awards at such a young age.

“I did. She used to bring big Tupperware containers of things they made in the kitchen,” 

“He finished them all,” you told Marcus. “Wouldn’t spare me a bite,”

“I don’t know, bug,” he teased. “I vividly remember you begging me to do it because you were so sick of fucking croissants.”

“You’re so annoying,” you huffed, a playful smile on your face. “Go on now. Marcus and I have stuff to do and you’re distracting us.”

“In my own restaurant,” Carmy mutters, shaking his head. Sydney’s eyes immediately directed to Tina. Did you see? Did you hear the word ‘Bug’?. Tina only shrugged. 

-

Sugar dropped in to check on the improvements being done at the Bear  when she saw you and Carmen at the back, talking. She had to double take what she saw because it was quite…odd to see him talk to you with the same twinkle he used to have. She has never seen him like this. He was genuinely laughing at some of the things that you were saying, a shared plate of leftover chocolate cake between the two of you. 

“Who’s the girl outside?” Sugar asked, looking at Richie and Sydney for answers. 

“Some fancy pastry chef Carmy met in Copenhagen,” Richie replied. “It’s a whole bet now, you know? They’re always out in their own world ever since she got here,”

“Everyone puts in 10 to predict what’s going to happen,” Tina said. “You’re betting?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sugar says, giving a bill to Tina. “I bet…I bet they’ll fall in love right before she leaves Chicago. Like, on the way to the airport. Carmy’s going to tell her that he loves her and she stays,”

Laughter echoes in the room. 

“This is not some fucking movie, cousin,” Richie said. “Obviously, Carmy’s not gonna do shit about it.”

“I think…she’ll call him over and they’ll share a moment,” Marcus said. “He’s always at her place, did you know that?”

Meanwhile, unaware of the ongoing bet, Carmy looks at you.

“What do you think about Chicago?” he asked, a cigarette hanging idly on his fingers. 

“It’s nice…chilly,” you said. “But it’s nice. I’ve been offered jobs here, you know?”

“Hm?” he asked. “Are you planning to take them?”

“I’m…thinking about them. They’re all the same but like, I want my own bakery, you know? My own place.” you said. “It’s going to be a lot of work if I do that and I don’t necessarily have the staff to do all that.” you said. 

“If you want…you can come stay with us if you’re not sure,” he offers. “Like a pastry chef. Actually, I’ll have to ask Sugar and Sydney if it’s alright with them but you can stay here,”

“Bear, I don’t want to impose—“

Sydney was walking outside to throw the trash but she stopped her trackes when she heard you talk. 

“I want you here,” Carmy said with conviction. “But if you don’t-don’t like it here in Chicago, I wouldn’t mind either, you know? It’s just that…I want you here and-and fuck, I don’t know. I guess working with you made it so much more fun again, you know? Like us in Copenhagen. I mean, we’re always a team and-and it’s nice to have you here with me. Sugar and spice? Sweet and spicy or whatever the fuck they called us back then,” he chuckled, inhaling his cigarette to calm himself down. “We can make it work,”

“Yeah, yeah. You go talk about it to Nat and Syd,” you said, taking a swig of your water. “And then we’ll talk. Cool?”

“Cool,” he shrugged. Sydney leaves and goes back to where the commotion was. 

“I change my scenario,” she said. 

“You can’t do that, Sydney,” Richie said. “It’s a bet! You have to pay again,”

Sydney breathed, what was ten more, right? Fuck. 

“Fuck, sure, okay. Whatever,” she said, giving Richie the bill. “She’ll stay here. She’ll realize the there’s nothing waiting for her back home and she’ll stay here,”

“Where did you get this?” Fak asked. “Quite—oh my God. Sydney, did you fucking cheat?” 

“No, I didn’t fucking cheat!” she defended, it was a lie. “Can’t you see the two of them? Always in their own world? How would Carmy let her go?”

“Jeffrey has a point,” Tina shrugged. “But if she loses, just know that you lost twice, Jeff,”

“I know,” 

-

You, Sydney, and Carm all went to his apartment. It was where the two of them made a menu while you acted as a consultant and a taste tester. Their palates were fucked and they didn’t know what to do or what to cook anymore. So they asked you. But you weren’t there today. You and Marcus were in your apartment, making up stuff for dessert. The Beef has officially closed down and is a rubbled mess. There was no space and Carmy just wanted to be there with you.

“Can I ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off?” Sydney asked while she watched Carmy plate the hamachi crudo. 

“Hm?”

“Do you…have feelings for Y/N?” she asked, looking at Carmy. He blushed, his ears turning red for being caught.

“Is it obvious?”

“To everyone but her,” she shrugged.

“Fuck, really? I thought I was being discreet,”

“Oh, you can stay here! You’re so good and so smart and so pretty,” Sydney gushed, mocking Carmen.

“Fuck off,” he laughs. “I…I do,”

“Yeah?”

“I just…just…she’s uh, so amazing, and like, I’ve been feeling these feelings since…since Copenhagen,” he mumbles, finishing the garnish with an oil. 

“Damn. You never made a move?” she asked, getting forks. She gives one to Carmen and they both taste the crudo. It was amazing. “That’s good,”

“It is. Good job, Syd,” Carmy replied.

“It was her who told me to try adding jalapeno slices,” Syd said. 

“You can’t do that,” Carmy warned her. Why did she want to get you two together so bad? “But I haven’t done anything. I mean, like, she was dating these guys and they’re so cool that-that it was never really my turn,” he remembered.

“But you’re the best chef in the world! That trumps that,” she encouraged. “None of them worked out?”

“No,” Carmy shook his head. “She’d always end things and I don’t want that for myself. She told me none of them worked out…wasn’t what she was, uh, looking for?”

“Oh,” Sydney nodded. “Well, if you’re feeling brave enough…”

“I haven’t been having…fun,” Carmy acknowledges. “With the Beef and the Bear until she got here, you know? Made me feel like I was young in Copenhagen again,”

“Another question. You can say fuck off if you want,” Sydney says and watches as Carmy bites a smile. “The last one. Is that why you asked her to stay? It’s just that I heard you the other day and…”

“Fuck off,” he laughs but Sydney noticed how everything about him conveyed everything that she needed to know. 

-

“This is a quenelle,” you told Marcus. You, Marcus, Carm, and Sydney were at your apartment. It was bigger than Carmy’s and your oven didn’t have jeans in them. “This took me at least a hundred tries,” you chuckled. “You just…away, back, and then hands…” You demonstrated, making a quenelle of a yuzu mousse.

“Damn, Chef. How’d you do that?” Marcus asked, trying it for himself. He failed, his quenelle being a little bit smaller than yours. 

“I had a friend named Luca. He didn’t let me out of the kitchen until I made a perfect one,” you recalled. “Carmy was there and he was laughing at me. He could do it in like three tries and I remember hating him,”

“You hate me?” he asked, leaning on the countertop. He didn’t like to hear about Luca. He only wanted you to talk about the two of you.

“Hey, Bear. Try this?” you asked, spooning him the raspberry curd. Carmy opens his mouth and you walk over, feeding him the pinkish liquid and then watching his face. “It goes with a black sesame shell. Do you like it?”

He notices your close proximity and flushes.

“Y-yeah,” he coughed, looking away. “Really good. Uh, very good,”

“No notes?” you asked and he swore he could kiss you right there because you were so beautiful.

“No notes,”

“Thanks, Chef,” you said. Sydney whistles as you help Marcus master his quenelle. Carmy looks at her and she teases him with a mockery of what he just said.

Carmy and Marcus left after cleaning up. You and Sydney decided to have a girl’s night. You were both sitting on the couch, mud masks on your faces when she turned to you fully.

“You know, he likes you right?”

“Who?” you asked, trying to fit a handful of chips.

“Carmy,” you heard and you choked on the bits of chips in your mouth. 

“Fuck!” you choked. “Sydney!” You were coughing while Sydney handed you a glass of vodka cranberry. You gulp it down. “You—can’t say shit like that!”

“What?” she laughed. “Look, I’m not kidding! Whenever he talks to you, his feet are pointed at you. I’ve read enough fucking books and body language shit to know that he’s interested,”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “That’s bullshit,”

“It’s not though,” she shrugged. “He asked you to stay for a reason,”

“He needs a pastry chef,” you shrugged. “Besides, he and I are friends, Sydney. I’ve been trying to get him jealous all my time in Copenhagen but he never…he never got the signal,”

“Oh,” Sydney nods. Two idiots in love. “Have you ever tried telling him?”

“Of course not! He’s always on about how he doesn’t have the energy to love or date. I tried the jealousy thing before but it never worked. Trust me, there’s nothing.”

-

Carmy arrives at your doorstep the next morning, bright and early. Sydney had already left, telling you something about stopping by at her dad’s apartment to get stuff. You were going to the Bear with him to help Sydney choose plates for the restaurant. 

“Good morning,” he greets. Two cups of take-out coffee in his hands. “I got us some coffee while we walk on the way,”

“Thank you,” You took the cup from his hands and clutched your jacket tighter. It was so, so, so cold. “Didn’t know it was going to be this chilly today,”

“You wanna wear my jacket?”

“You’ll be cold,”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he said, already taking off the jacket to the best of his one-handed ability. He was only wearing a gray sweater underneath. “I have something. See?” He doesn’t take no for an answer, taking your coffee and your bag from you so you could wear the colorful jacket.

“Thanks, Bear,” you said, smiling at him. The sight of you in his clothes does something to him and he couldn’t help except give you a slight nod before forging on in the chilly Chicago weather. 

You both entered the Beef giggling amongst yourselves when the usual buzzing stopped.

“Remember when Luca—“

You halted, finding the silence odd. You looked around to see everyone looking at you.

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong?” Carmy asked, removing his hand from the small of your back. “Syd—“

“Love the sweater,” Richie teases. You look down and feel the warmth on your cheeks. 

“It was cold and he asked me to wear it,” you shrugged, leaving Carmen to deal with the staff out front. You were signalling Sydney for help but she only looked away. Traitor. “Um—“

“Y/N, if you could please help me out here,” Carmy called you. 

“Your boyfriend’s calling,”

“He’s not!” you huffed before walking over. “What is it?”

“I need you to time me, is that okay?” he asked. He nodded towards the stopwatch and you complied. “Thank you. I just need to check or like, map out the kitchen you know?”

“Of course,” you replied. 

“Do you need help getting on—“

“It’s okay it’s just an old thing,” you replied.

“Yo, cousin! If you’re done eye fucking, Sugar needs you.” Richie calls.

“We’re not eye-eye fucking!” you complained. “What the fuck?” You stood up from your corner before you could even work and accidentally looked down. If a man is interested his feet will—

You move to the side and Carmy follows. And then to the side again. 

“Y/N–“

“Stay there,” you asked, walking around him and him turning around. “Carm!”

“What?” he asked, grasping your shoulders. He looks down to his shoes. “Are my shoes dirty?”

“No, it’s just—“ you tried again but Carm still followed. “Sydney told me about like, how when a guy is, uh,”

“Cousin!”

“Fuck, okay. Let’s talk about it later okay? Once everyone’s out?” he asked, looking at you. “Can we do that?” His jacket felt softer on you than it ever did on him.

“Yea-yeah,” you nodded. “I’ll go help Sydney,”

The afternoon passed by and you were alone at The Bear. You waited for Carmen to finish up at the dining area like you promised. Your heart was beating so fast, maybe a thousand miles an hour. What Sydney said has been on your mind and what if it wasn’t true and you get embarrassed? Fuck, could you even handle that?

You sighed, burying your head between your hands when Carmy walks over to you. 

“What’s up?” he asked. “Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you nod. “Can you stay there and just, I don’t know, be Carmy?” you asked, standing up to test the theory again. He just stands there, dumbfounded. You circle around him and he follows. You were looking on the ground. 

“Fuck, what the fuck?” he asked. “Is there something wrong with my shoes? I know they’re old and not—“

“Carmen, shh,”

“What?” he asked, grasping your shoulders for the second time that day to steady you. “What’s wrong?”

“Fuck, I don’t—“

“What’s wrong?”

“Sydney told me that there’s like, this body language thing and like, uh, says that when a guy is interested his shoes are always pointing at you and well, she told me to look at yours,” you rambled, looking away in embarrassment. “Look, if this will be weird between the two of us, I mean—“

“Why would it matter?” he asked, hands inching closer to your neck. He was nervous but maybe this is the opening that he’s been waiting for for years. When you didn’t reply, he asked again. “Why would it matter?”

“Because…because I’ve been trying to make you jealous for years in Copenhagen and it never worked,” you whispered. You were embarrassed. It felt like you were in high school telling your crush that you liked him. “I know you don’t see me that way,” you replied, trying to look for the right words. Carmy lets you finish. He wanted to hear you. “And it’s fine. If this is stupid, let’s forget that this ever happened. Okay? God, I’m so fucking embarrassed right now,” 

“Hey, hey,” he cooes, his thumb tucked the hair back and then caressed your cheek. “Whoever said that I wasn’t jealous? I had to leave all the time because I was so fucking jealous. Those guys were cool. Don’t-don’t be embarrassed, okay? I like hearing that-you, uh, like me,”

“Carmy…don’t lie to me, okay? You don’t have to pretend—hm,” 

Carmy had just kissed you. Carmen Berzatto just kissed you. You were clutching on his shirt so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, he’ll be gone. But he doesn’t. He just trails his hands down to your back, touching skin to skin until you’re one. 

“I’ve been waiting years to do that,” Carmy rasps, breathing heavily. 

“Yeah? Then, do it again,” you whispered, smirking slightly at how he seemed to blush hard. Before you could tease him though, he tucks your hair back again, bringing your lips closer to his.

He did.

A/N: Thank you for giving my recent fics so much love and for being so motivating. Your kind words really make my day and I hope that you love this too. Don’t forget to reblog and comment! Thanks again!

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[astermath]

nemesis; part two.

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: with carmen reworking the restaurant, you’d think his mind would be far too occupied to even think about anything else. yet he can’t shake the guilt from what he’d put you through a month prior. after some talks in therapy, he decides to take a leap of faith and see if he can talk it out with you. he not only wants to convince you that he can be better, but he's got an offer for you too. one you truly can't refuse.

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tags: carmen being unsure about his feelings but trying to be better episode 3265742, letting reader in a little more, APOLOGIES!!!, cursing ig, carm goes to therapy yippee, syd being the absolute realest, regular font below!

notes: sorry this took literally forever omg, I lost my carmen muse for a bit but we are SO back baby. I missed him so much and so sorry if some things don't follow the canon completely (I've been watching season 2 on and off bc I've been so busy lol BUT my fics never follow the canon completely anyways),, hope u guys enjoy and let me know if you'd like a part three ;))

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Carmen’s life hadn’t known a moment of mental rest in ages. If you asked him when he last sat down with his thoughts or acknowledged his mental anguish, he probably would have said he couldn’t remember the last time. If ever.

With plans to completely revamp The Beef and everything that came with it, now his feelings should be the last thing on his mind. Renovation plans, unforeseen costs and a completely new menu, sure, he could worry his ass off about those, but feelings? Absolutely not. Good thing he was usually so good at suppressing those anyways.

So why was it that he couldn’t shake the thought of what he did to you?

Why, every time he had a moment to himself, would he be overtaken by this intense feeling of guilt? He didn’t even have to be alone, just a second of quiet and the image of you crying in distress would intrude on his thoughts.

It was getting to a point where he’d told his sister, Natalie, about it. Well, not all of it, he wasn’t even sure if he knew all of it. Just that he knows he hurt you, and that coming to terms with what he projected onto you might be a good first step in understanding himself better.

Or maybe it was something more along the lines of “I gotta talk my shit to some people”. Probably that.

To his surprise, it was actually helping. Besides the group therapy sessions where he’d talk about Mikey, the business and his future, he was talking to other people in his life too. Even told Sydney about you, kind of on accident. The words just seemed to… Flow out. It was probably the exhaustion doing its thing.

“I guess I just felt like,” he kept his eyes on the floor he was sweeping, “she was doing it all to fuck with me. I don’t even know where I got the sick idea that she had some obsession over me, but it— it drove me at the same time. It’s like her being on my heels at every aspect of culinary school just made me want to try even harder.”

“Maybe you painted her in that light because you knew it was a good way to keep pushing yourself.” Sydney spoke almost absentmindedly, sweeping the other side of the room. She listened to everything he said in the meantime, and though what he was telling her was a bit worrying, she was glad they got to have talks like this. Carmen often doesn’t like to bring up his past like that.

“Huh,” he paused sweeping for a moment, “yeah… yeah, maybe. Or maybe it was something else.”

Sydney wasn’t even sure he knew what he was referring to. It sounded like something entirely different, like a crush, but what kind of person treats their crushes like that?

Probably an overworked, pressured, overachieving culinary student with a dangerous need for validation. But she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“So yeah, I visited her restaurant, and… It just felt the exact same as back in New York, you know? Like she was rubbing it in my face again, and— and I know that sounds insane, or conceited, but I just can’t let it go. It’s like the thought of her is stuck to my brain like a stubborn piece of gum.” He wanted to smack himself for that stupid analogy, but what was said was said.

“So how’d you handle it?” Sydney’s head perked up, some of her braids now draping over her shoulders.

“Handle what?” Carmen became more and more uneasy the more he talked about you. Like his chest was tight, it was uncomfortable, but not in the way he was when the health inspection came by, it was different. Weirder. Unfamiliar. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t understand it.

“The talk with her.” She emptied the last bit of dust into the trash bag.

“Oh,” his mind took him back to the parking lot a month ago. The way he could almost taste the tears of your skin from how close he stood, he could hear the shakiness of your breath and the profound desperation in your voice when you apologized to him, when you really had no reason to.

If it was still so clear in his mind, then what must it be like for you?

“Carmen?” Sydney snapped him out of his oncoming train of thought.

“Yeah? Sorry, I— Uh, I don’t know it was…” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly finding it in his best interest to look anywhere else but her face. “Bad. It was— It was bad.” He looks a bit shameful when he meets her eyes. “I fucked up. I like, went all New York boss on her. And then I just… Left.”

His colleague just stares at him for a moment. She knew what he was like when he snapped like that, but that was with his staff, people he liked. So how badly did he snap on you, a person he’d been resenting for years?

“I’m gonna go take out this trash, and uh… Head home.” She lifts the grey plastic bag she was holding. “But uh, Carm?”

“Yeah?”

“You got issues, man.” She has a bit of an awkward smile on her face, but he knows she means it. He knows she’s right. She usually is.

He nods, silently, letting her words sink in. He did have issues, everyone knew that, but most people didn’t just say it. That’s why he liked Sydney, she was so real, so honest. She was so good for the business, for the kitchen. And maybe her saying that to him was all part of grounding him in the reality of it all. Of his issues, just that they existed.

“Heard.” he says. His voice comes out raspier than he expected, like he’s struggling to say it.

“Goodnight, chef.”

“Night.”

He’d thought about what Sydney said the entire night. He does have issues, he knows that, he’s just mad at himself for letting everything get this far before seeking help. It scares him. Because it reminds him too much of Mikey. Or what he heard about him when things got bad.

He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes his brother did. Lock people out of his life just because it seems easier, because it’s better to minimize the damage than to figure out why you’re doing damage at all. And yes it’s uncomfortable, yes it’s scary, terrifying even. But he keeps being reminded of how it must feel for you.

It’s something he’d never considered before. He always thought he had you all figured out, all fake smiles and backhanded compliments to distract him. It never occurred to him to just… Ask. It was always just easier to assume. It fit his view of you and it kept him going, even if it was at the expense of ever getting to know you at all.

He’s hoping he can change that with a few text messages and a long, probably uncomfortable, talk over coffee. Just hoping, trying, that’s really all he can do. He’s well aware of how bad he is at communicating, but he has to give it a shot. For you, at least.

He stares at his phone screen for far longer than is necessary, continuously rereading the messages he’d typed. His eyes keep flicking to your contact, making sure he sent it to the right person. The only thing you two had texted about before was a time and place for him to try your new restaurant. His heart aches at the exclamation points and emojis you’d sent; you were so excited, and he drove all that excitement straight into the ground.

He closes his eyes and shuts off the phone. His chest hurts, like he’s been holding his breath the entire time. Maybe he has. You could have that effect on him, making it harder to breathe. He always wondered why he had such nervous reactions around you specifically. He always figured it had to do with your one sided rivalry, but it feels… Different. More complex.

Your eyes are finally peeled off your computer screen when numerous phone notifications alarm you. Truth be told, you’ve been trying your best to keep yourself occupied as much as possible. That usually helps when you get waves of emotions like this, keeping busy, distracting your mind from overthinking.

Ever since your last encounter with Carmen, you’ve been so on edge. Always trying to do something, anything, so you wouldn’t have to think about what happened, why he acted like that to you. Because you know if you did, you’d just start blaming yourself again, and you’d be back to square one.

Your eyebrows raise at the name of the contact. You were sure he’d blocked you, or at least deleted your number after last time. He was avoidant like that, and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to talk to you again after that anyways. Maybe it was just to drive the point home, make you feel even more worthless.

Still, you were curious. Even if it was just to cuss you out even more, at least you knew what to expect, right?

[carmen]: hey, I really want to talk to you about what happened last time.

[carmen]: well

[carmen]: I want to apologise

[carmen]: but I can’t do that like this

[carmen]: I’d much rather do it in person

[carmen]: if you’d let me

[carmen]: meet me at odette’s tomorrow around 10? coffee’s on me, I just want to talk

[carmen]: please

The last message was sent minutes later than the rest, while you were reading them. He was desperate for an answer, and though you wanted to hear him out, to talk to him, something in you felt off about the whole thing. Like he was just doing this to clear off his own guilt, only to then ditch you just like he ditched you after culinary school. Because you’re rivals, apparently. That’s what you do.

But then there’s something else in you too. The part that’s still nostalgic about New York with him. About the glances back and forth when you were timed on preparing certain things, about the way he’d stare at you when you got feedback, the ignorant bliss you lived in. When you still believed he might have liked you just a little.

That part of you takes the upper hand when you reply and take his offer. Your heart is in your throat, nerves overtaking you already and you weren’t even with him yet. He had that effect on you sometimes, making it harder to breathe.

You wondered what that meant.

Carmen sits alone at a booth, all the way at the back of the café he’d chosen. It’s rather quiet, as most Mondays are, yet at the same time, it’s so loud. Loud in the way he hears the clinking of every spoon against porcelain cups, the crinkling of a napkin and the not so subtle ticking of the clock above the entrance. 10:06. You were late.

Suddenly he's filled with more regret than he's ever felt before. He's not ready to see you again, only to be reminded of how he made you cry, and of his own tumultuous emotions and shortcomings that lead to this moment. It's surprising how fast the emotions he associates with you changed; he's not angry anymore, he's scared, guilty, nervous. He wants to see you so bad and yet he feels like you'd be better off never talking to him again.

It's too late to make a run for it when you finally walk through the door. Hair a little damp from the rain, just a bit disheveled from what he could only assume to be rushing over to the café. And that same angelic smile you offer to the barista that greets you, the same one you'd offer him every morning, whether he looked at you or not.

He had no choice but to look now.

Your smile falters into something more nervous, a little melancholic, when your eyes meet his across the café. Though you knew he was going to be there, something in you feels surprised to see him again. Maybe it’s because he isn’t yelling at you or throwing insults at your head this time. Or maybe because he’s actually looking you in the eye. Since when did he get so good at that?

You sit down across him, taking off your coat and putting your bag besides you.

“Hey.” You smile again, much more awkward this time.

“Hey.” He returns the same thin lipped smile.

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Carmen swears the whole café has gone silent in that moment, leaving the two of you to listen to the sound of your own breathing and heartrate picking up. You’re not sure where to look, not being used to being in such an intimate setting with him.

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Sorry I was late.”

You both talk over each other, and the urge to chuckle about it overtakes you. Carmen can’t help but smile as well. You seem nervous, and somehow that puts him a little more at ease. Like he’s not the only one who’s in their head about it.

“Sorry, I, uhm, yeah— I would like a coffee.” You scramble over your words. “Please.”

“Sure,” he nods, “and no worries.”

“Hm?”

“That you were late. I haven’t been here that long either.” He lied. He’d been there half an hour early, cursing himself for letting him sit along with his thoughts for that long and psyching himself out into almost leaving.

You both order and another heavy silence sits between you two. You both know why you’re there, what needs to be talked about. Yet neither of you know how to bring it up.

You’ve lived most of your lives believing this version of each other you had in your minds. Because it kept you grounded. Because it was easier. He never let you in and for the longest time, you were at peace with that. You could have a slightly distant view of who he was, your classmate, your rival. And he could do the same. Keep you out, pretend you were there to keep him on his toes, to always try to outdo him.

Those facades of each other don’t work anymore. The real world has forced you to reconcile with each other, whether you liked it or not.

Your coffee gets brought to your table, and both of you feel this urgency to say something, anything, at least.

“The pastries here are good too, if you want to get one.” He finally broke the awkward silence. He can start with talking about food, something he knows. If all else fails, resort back to that.

“I haven’t tried a pastry besides my own in a long time. Maybe I could learn a thing or two here.” You admit. He knows that feeling. He’s not nearly as adventurous with his food choices as he wants to be, but as a busy chef on the brink of a new entrepreneurship, it’s usually beef sandwiches and frozen meals.

“I think yours were better though.” He takes a sip of his coffee.

“Huh?” You look up, realizing you were avoiding eye contact by staring into your cup.

“The danish I tried at your place. It was fire.”

“Oh. Right. Thank you, we make everything from scratch.”

“I could tell.” He takes another sip. “I guess I— I kinda forgot to tell you that. In the heat of it all.” He huffs to himself. “Food was so good it made me upset.”

“Upset?” His word use frustrates you. Upset is when they forget to give you your sauce with your order. What happened back there was not upset. That was rage. Wrath. You raise an eyebrow and he realizes he said something wrong.

“Well, more than upset. Listen, I— We need to talk about what happened.” His blue eyes peer into your own. They’re almost distracting enough to avoid you noticing his fidgeting hands.

“I’m listening.” You lean back slightly in your seat. You’d played nice with Carmen all your life, given him every chance to return it. Now it was his turn to try.

"Right." Of course he has to talk. It's his fault, isn't it? He's the one who snapped-- why did he even imply you'd have to explain yourself? He runs a hand through his hair, and there he goes again, eyes darting across the café to find something to focus on as he sought out the right words. You'd almost find it endearing, how bad he is at this, if it wasn't so important to you.

"You don't do this often, do you?"

"What, like-- meeting up for coffee?"

"Talking about stuff. Your feelings and shit." You hid your slightly amused smile behind your coffee cup before taking a small sip.

"Oh. Yeah, no, I-- I don't. Not until recently." He takes a deep breath. Just like they had told him to. “I’ve been going to this therapy thing my sister recommended. S’not much, but… It’s a start. Talked about the restaurant, my brother—“

“Your brother?” Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Yeah, my— my brother. Mikey.” He looks a bit surprised. He’s come to the shattering realization that he’s never told you anything about his personal life, ever. You don’t even know about one of the most important people in his life, his main drive. You’ve known each other for so long yet you know so little. “I never told you about him?”

“You never told me anything.” You answer curtly. “We never really… Talked, you know?”

“Yeah— yeah, you’re right. I just thought… Wow.” He smiles, more out of shock than anything. He feels so stupid. How immature is it to be feuding this much with a person who doesn’t know anything about you?

“I guess I really don’t know much about you either.” His fingers rake through his messy curls again. “Makes me feel like even more of an idiot for going off on you like that. Like I had you all figured out.”

“Yeah, that was uh... That was something." The mood shifts a little. His smile fades as soon as he sees the melancholy in your eyes return. Of course it wouldn't be that easy for you to forgive him, to feel better about all this. "You know, I never knew you thought of me like that." A small smile graces your features. Somehow it's sadder than the expression you had before.

"I mean, I knew you didn't like me. I was pretty much at peace with the fact that you were never going to like me, either. But I never thought you hated me that much." You sniffle, trying your hardest to blink away any oncoming tears. "Like your life, your entire career, would have been easier without me there at all."

His heart aches at the sight of you, all teary eyed and trying to be brave. You're much braver than him. Sadness is a much harder thing to express than anger. He's starting to figure that out more and more.

"I don't hate you." He starts. He sees the confusion contort your features, and he knows he's not making any sense. "I mean I did-- I did hate you. Or, maybe not you, just... The fucked up idea I had of you. And-- and that was on me, that was my own fault." He feels an urge to touch you; to rub your back, hold your hand, anything to comfort you. It's tearing him apart to know that he's the cause of all this.

"But why?" A single tear rolls down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your skin in its wake. "Why did you think that about me? I-- I get that we had a little rivalry going but jesus Carmen, did you really think I spent my whole culinary school career trying to outdo you?"

"To be honest... Yeah." He feels ashamed. So ashamed. He hopes the waitress doesn't walk by and listen to any of this, see you crying, and make you feel even worse. "Cooking was always just... My thing. If I was good for anything, it would be that. So seeing you do so well at something I'd started to base my whole existence around, it made me jealous, so fucking jealous." He meets your eyes, even if it's hard. You have to know he's being sincere.

"And it's-- it's unfair, it's so unfair to you, I know, and I'm really fuckin' sorry. I'm trying to work on myself, on everything, and I hope I can prove that to you." His face has that red tint you recognize whenever he's nervous or stressed. You can tell this is taking a lot from him.

"Is that really all? You were just jealous?" Your voice is quieter, fragile almost.

"I don't know. I wanna think it's that simple but I really don't know. There's a lot I don't understand about me, or you, or us. My mind doesn't know how to react when I see you anymore I think, now that things are different." He takes a deep breath, like saying that took a physical toll on him. "You have this-- this weird effect on me, and I don't know how to cope with it. I think it was just easier to be mad at you than to be anything else."

Anger is easier to express than sadness. The easiest out of all emotions, actually. Sometimes a little too easy.

You look to the side, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. You huff out something close to a laugh, and though he’s caught off guard by it, he doesn’t mind it. Even if you’re laughing at him, at least that means you’re not crying.

“You’ve got issues Berzatto. You know that?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told.” He smiles, and it’s heartfelt this time. Not nervous, or sad, or awkward. He’s happy to see you a little more at ease.

“It’s just really crazy to me.” You trace your finger over the edge of your coffee cup as you talk. “I spent so much time in culinary school looking up to you. And then I find out you were always just trying to keep up with me.”

Carmen’s eyebrows raise a little at your words. “Looked up to me?”

“Yeah, like… Your drive, your passion, it’s so impressive. Always looking to improve, to do better, it just— it inspired me to do better too. As cheesy as that may sound.” You smiled. “S’why I opened up in Chicago, you know.”

“Really? Huh.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Because I wanted to work with you. Or for you. Either would have been fine with me.” You sigh. “I like owning my own place, but… I don’t know, for some reason I always imagined us working together.” You smiled. “Is that stupid?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “no not at all, I— I totally get that.” He’s quiet for a few seconds, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head when he stares at you for a moment.

“I mean you’re a remarkable chef, really, like— insanely remarkable, and, well, we’re revamping the restaurant completely right now. We need people— more people, new people, and so, I was wondering— or I’ve been thinking—“ He stops himself from losing his breath from all his rambling, before he freaks you out even more than he already has.

“I want you to come work for us at the Bear.” He puts his hands together, as if he’s about to beg. “Please.”

You can almost hear yourself blinking out of confusion. There’s suddenly no more loud silences, no, the café seems dead quiet for once. All you can do is stare at him, wait for a laugh, because clearly this was a joke right? There’s no way Carmen Berzatto, chef supreme, arch nemesis of yours, would want you anywhere near him, let alone work in his own establishment.

“I’m sorry?”

He feels stupid already. You had every reason to say no. He’d been the biggest asshole in the world to you, he’d kept his distance all his life, and now he expects you to be his employee. Or, well, colleague, more so.

“I’m uh— we’re redoing the restaurant entirely. New equipment, new staff, new everything.” He swallows; the thought of everything that needed to be done arises for a moment. “We need people that work hard, who know what they’re doing and who are passionate about it. And I barely know anyone who’s better at what you do than yourself.” He pauses, waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

“So I’m asking if you’d work for me. With me. It won’t be anything like old days, if anything I— I need to learn from you.” He scoffs at himself. “Could take a thing or two about how to communicate with my staff.”

You smile, and he genuinely thinks you’re about to start laughing at him. You chuckle, but it’s not mean, it’s honest. Cute.

“You know, you have great timing.” You grin.

“I do?” the smile on his face reflects the hope he feels.

“One of my chefs wants to take over the place for me. Well, has been wanting to. I haven’t had an exact reason to say yes to her yet.” You shrugged. “Guess I do now.”

“…Is that you saying yes?”

“It’s definitely not me saying no.” Your eyes meet his, and there’s something between you both that’s different now. It’s not like there’s a switch that’s been flipped. It‘s more like this conversation was the turning page of a new chapter.

“I’ll think about it. I want to see it first. Maybe talk to some of your staff.” Carmen’s chest strains a little when he thinks about you interacting with Richie. Then he’s reassured when he thinks about you interacting with Sydney or Marcus. You’d fit in well, you have great feeling for people.

“Yeah— yeah, I get that. Totally. I can arrange that. Uhm, we’re renovating right now, actually, it’s all really kinda wild, but if you wanna stop by, chat with Syd, or Nat, or talk about the plans, let me know. I’m sure they’d love to talk to you.” He’s not lying, you seem like you’d get along well with them. Especially Sydney. Your thinking processes are very similar to each other. And to his.

Carmen gets the bill, even though you try to pay for it.

“It’s just a coffee, just let me get this one.”

You let him have this one, simply because you can’t argue with him after the conversation you just had. You’re in too good of a mood after his proposition too.

He walks you to your car, hands in his pockets when you reach it. It’s cold outside, and his breath comes out in visible puffs of air. His nose is a little red, but you think it looks cute.

“Thanks for coming, by the way,” he starts, “I know you didn’t have to. Like— after how I acted to you. But— But I really do appreciate that you’re givin' me a chance here.” He’d always been confused about how positive and faithful you were in people. He never thought he’d be grateful for those exact features too.

“No worries, I… I had a good time. I’m glad we talked.” The keys jingle as you fidget with them. Among them is a keychain in the shape of a cherry, he recognizes it. It reminds him of how little you’ve both changed. And how much.

“Yeah.” He sighs. Relieved, almost. “Me too. But I’ll let you leave, might wanna tell your chef the good news.”

“Good news?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“That you’re selling them the business.”

“I haven’t decided yet, Carm.” You scoff. But he can tell you have, you look too excited about it all to not have your mind made up yet. It excites him too. Scares him a bit as well, but what’s a new chapter without a bit of tension?

“Right. Sorry.” He huffs. “Just text me when you wanna head over to see the place. It’s uh… It’s a work in progress, but it’s getting somewhere.”

“I believe you. I’m looking forward to it.” You lean back against your car a little.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“See y’around?” You unlock it and walk up to the driver’s side.

“Course. Uh, don’t be a stranger.”

You grin, leaning down to get into the vehicle. “Never with you, Berzatto.”

He watches you drive off, standing in the cold for far longer than any sensible person has any business standing there. But he feels good. He feels warm.

He thinks about what you said to him before you left. You were right, you were never a stranger to him. You were always like a constant in his life; whether you were actually present or not. And even if he didn’t know that much about you, which he was insistent on changing, you were never a stranger.

Never with him.

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[ashersanity]

whitney vs rapechester ville

whitney beefing with the entire town, hissing like an angry kitten because that’s literally what they are, a little bitch that I’d enjoy watching be put in their place. pasted from my reddit, so shitty, lazy rambles.

whitney vs low confidence!robin : yeah, whitney wins in this one. robin’s honestly too scared shitless to really do much against them, lets themselves get beat up before PC eventually intervenes.

whitney vs high confidence!robin : robin 100% They’re confident enough to stand up for themselves now and they literally sucker punched a full fledged bodyguard and made them pass out on the spot in that one scene. that’s like.. twice the strength of a max physique, large body type and sadistic PC. robin deals massive damage and wins easily.

whitney vs kylar : depends. they both like to play dirty in their own way if pushed far enough like in the cafeteria scene where whitney either wins or loses depending on who PC cheers for, but in the bully’s defence, they got kicked in the crotch while they were distracted. If we’re speaking strategic fighting, kylar probably wins. pure strength though? whitney definitely.

whitney vs pure!sydney : poor syd will be sobbing as Whitney crushes their glasses beneath their shoe, claiming that one shouldn’t fight back since everyone deals with their own battles in life. solemnly wipes their tears away right after. only time I can see them win is if it involves for PC’s sake and they completely snap.

whitney VS corrupted!sydney : this one’s difficult. I feel as though sydney is actually on par with whitney’s strength if they had fighting experience and whatnot. they were able to pull whitney over the counter in the library in that one scene with surprising boldness. I’m betting on sydney though because the motherfucker would be moaning from a punch alone and that just throws the delinquent off completely, striding away like they didn’t just hear that.

whitney vs bailey : bailey obviously. they’re built like a fucking brick wall and survived getting stabbed. totally sweeps the floor with the bully, leaving them bloodied and bruised up on the ground, nosebleed, broken teeth, fucked up face, you name it. just walks away right after since they have better shit to deal with and doesn’t like wasting time. whitney will still demand that kiss from you later though.

whitney vs eden : again, eden. they got like 600 or 800 health, I don’t remember. practically the strongest human NPC in terms of raw, physical strength. either way, whitney gets absolutely BODIED, thrown over the forest ground like a rag doll, offered as a chew toy to wolf!PC. The fuck are they going to do anyway? send their little delinquent friends to jump Eden? yeah, don’t think that’s happening unless they want their little gang to get murdered too.

whitney vs avery : usually whitney would win, y’know 70% chance and they also got the advantage of not caring if they make a scene in front of the whole town. depends if avery got rage maxed out, feel like it can get pretty serious from there when you deal with an enraged middle-aged adult. plus they can just run over the bully’s body with their super-expensive, worth more than whitney’s entire bloodline, car.

whitney vs leighton : yeah, it’s whitney. the old fuck doesn’t stand a chance against a bully that beats the living shit out of people for fun and snaps at the slightest provocation. doesn’t mean they entirely lose because they can make whitney’s life a living hell in more ways than one.

whitney vs alex : considering alex’s physique and the fact that they run an entire farm on their own with the help of PC, alex wins. slings whitney over their shoulder like they’re a stack of hay and feeds them to the pigs for food.

whitney vs black wolf and the great hawk : pretty self-explanatory on its own. it’s literal beasts against a school delinquent. they’ll rip the bully to shreds if they even dare try anything against them, but whitney’s an impulsive little shit that doesn’t back down regardless of the danger imposed, so’d they probably end up doing it anyway.

whitney vs wren : another L for whitney, it’s a grown adult versus a school student, they’re not doing shit and will only hurl insults at the smuggler that’s able to keep their cool unlike the others. gets sold off as cattle right after because it’s funny to think about cow!whitney.

i’d do more, but there’s too many NPCs to keep up with.

just the last category.

whitney vs sub!PC : depends if sub PC just relents to them like that, if yeah, they’re letting the bully dig their shoe into their crotch because it’s degrading like that.

whitney VS defiant!PC : PC absolutely. it’s not talked about enough of how much defiant!PC is an absolute menace in their dialogue that wouldn’t hesitate beating the living shit out of someone just for the sake of keeping their body unmolested.

#yeah #why make them suffer..? #cuz it’s fun? #no fucking shit? #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #avery the businessperson #leighton the headteacher #black wolf #the great hawk #wren the smuggler #asher rambles #too much

[readingwiththereids]

yanda! speaks: hello my pretties! as promised, here is chapter 2! again, minimal carm so i’m sorry but we do get to see camila interact with the rest of the gang <3 hope you like it, don’t forget to like and reblog! lots of love and light 🤎

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night rain ; chapter 2

2022

Emilia was hyper and extremely difficult to tire out. Even after a two-hour trip to the park filled with nonstop monkey bars and swings, the young girl still always had another activity in mind for her and her mother to do. And that was why Camila was currently trying to stop Emilia from jumping from couch to chair and cracking her head open as they played “pirates”.

“Emmy, I swear to God if you jump, I won’t make you pudding for a week.” Camila yelled as she eyed her daughter sternly.

As the toddler huffed and sat down on the arm of the couch, a muffled ringtone sounded from under the pile of toys on the living room floor prompting Cam to rush to answer. It was Tina.

“Mami? ¿Qué pasó?” [What happened?]

“Why would you assume something happened, Camila? What if I just wanted to hear your voice?”

“Because when I tried to call you during the day last week you told me to, and I quote, ‘hop off your dick’.”

“Okay but that was different, I actually want something from you now.”

“So you do need something.” Camila chuckled into the speaker.

“Yes. Yes, whatever, God you’re just as bad as the new girl.”

“Who?” 

“No one. Could you please be my darling daughter and bring me one of my extra clean aprons? Your boyfriend won’t stop yelling at me about it.”

Ignoring the way her mother referred to Carmy, Camila replied watching Emilia start to yawn on the couch, “Are you aware that your darling daughter is also the mother to a two-year-old?” 

“Isn’t it nap time? Just bring her with, she can sleep in the car.”

A pause.

“Will you take care of her on Friday during the gala?” 

^^^^^^^^^

“I’ll be right back.” Camila whispered as she exited and locked her child in the car.

5 minutes. Just 5.

The woman thought as she hesitantly walked through the door of The Beef before being met with almost half a dozen bodies hovering around what seemed to be sandwiches.

“Cam?” 

Marcus spotted her first, immediately walking around the group to engulf her in a huge bear hug. Suddenly everyone was surrounding her. She couldn’t even count how many hugs, kisses on the cheek and pats on the back she received from her chosen family. The commotion obviously summoned the king of noise and ruckus himself, Richie and an unknown girl with multi-coloured braids trailing behind him. 

“As I live and breathe!” Richie’s voice boomed through the front of house.

“Hey, Cousin.” Camila laughed as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Mini.”

“Likewise,” she said before turning to the girl she had yet to be introduced to. “Camila, nice to meet you.” she smiled.

“Hi! My name’s Sydney, I’m staging today.”

“Awesome, I hope everyone’s made you feel welcome.” 

Angel stepped in, clearing up the confusion on Sydney’s side. “Cam is Tina’s daughter.” 

“And Carmen’s ex-girlfriend.” Ebra loudly whispered.

“Ebraheim, you know you can’t whisper.” Tina rolled her eyes, slapping his arm.

Breaking the awkwardness, Sweeps walked up to Camila with a sandwich in his hand. “Yo, you gotta try this.”

“Holy shit, this is fu-”

“Fucking fire, we know!” Richie groaned. “I don’t know why you all act like Cousin shits out a golden egg every time he makes something, nothing is that good!”

“Well, have you tried it, Richard?” Camila asked.

The scruffy man paused before shaking his head as if that was one of the most absurd questions anyone had ever dared to utter in his presence.

“Exactly,” Cam continued. “Also, I’ve seen you eat a slice of pizza off the floor in the middle of Millennium Park, so I’m not entirely sure if your standards are up to code, Rich.”

That statement resulted in many exclaims and expressions of disgust, amusement and pure shock which were all interrupted when the kitchen door slammed open.

“Alright! Everyone stop standing around, we only have an hour left till-”

When Camen looked up from his phone and saw the very reason his employees refused to get back to work, he froze. Believe it or not, this was the first time in three years that he had seen Camila’s face. After she left, she never told him where she went, removed him from all her social media, left some money for him to pay off their apartment and basically disappeared off of the face of the earth. It hit him hard at first but he soon realised that he had to just keep going, keep himself busy, which his career did a fine job at. 

However, it still felt weird seeing her again. Not exactly like reopening an old wound but rather reminding him of one that never really healed, that he’d just forgotten was still hurting.

Due to his train of thought, Carmy failed to notice that the room had almost entirely cleared out, leaving just him and the woman he’d been in love with once (and honestly was still in love with).

“Hi.” he eventually croaked out.

“Hi.” she smiled sadly.

yanda! speaks (again): cam in her bad mom era tbh. like girl why are you leaving your child in the car in the middle of river north?? 🤨

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SYDRICHIE FANFIC (cause im not good at titles, people) part one

note: never worked in a restaurant, I barely even know what I am saying with the slang being tossed around. Let's hope it makes sense.

words: 5k (ish)

rating: gen.

warnings: light mentions of anxiety. (And possible misspellings, im sorry in advanced)

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It was peak hour and the tickets were coming in hot and fast. Richie was out on the floor, serving food to guests and buttering them up while Sydney was yelling out the rapid orders and taking them down. 

They were packed tonight and people’s orders were shooting out the ticket machine faster than Sydney could see. 

Clashing sounds of dishes, silverware and cups were all around. Clouds of steam and smoke were in the air followed by sizzling. Plates and plates were being dished out and walked in what felt like milliseconds to Sydney.

Unlike the first night, Sydney was prepared. Her braids were held back into a tight bun and draped over with a sharp white bandana wrapped tight around her head, her eyes darted with each order with proficiency, and her hands were quick to scratch out orders.

She was getting in a zone, a fast and stressful zone and it felt freeing. The zone wasn’t safe nor a fun, not even close. But somehow that made it more exhilarating.

She had control over the life of chaos and it was powerful. Being able to handle it and go with the flow in a world that felt like it had none, now that was a feeling like no other

Everything was under control and even if it wasn’t; Richie, Tina, Marcus, Sweeps and Sugar got her. Hell, even Fak got her. They have each other, they hired an excellent group. Everything was under her control. 

Well almost everything.

“That’s not cooked all the way you are supposed to steam. them.” It was Carmy’s voice Sydney heard. Unfortunately she wasn’t surprised. 

He was in tonight, disheveled and tired practically screaming down the ear of an employee, Jacob.  

“Do you know how to steam vegetables chef!?” Carmy is practically on the guy's ear.

The vegetables are burnt with a tangy smell in the air floating all over the kitchen, Sydney’s nose wrinkles. The station’s stove is too hot obviously with the burst of more and more smoke coming out of the pot’s rim. But Sydney can’t focus on that right now.

“Fire two by two t-bones!” The chefs respond to Sydney quickly. “Thank you chefs!’

Jacob is shaking like a leaf, his blond hair starting to fall out of place as he quickly restarts his process of cooking. His hand’s trembles as he cuts. Carmy is still there though. He hovers over him with cold blue eyes, practically trying to pierce into him with his glare.

Sydney looks down, “Fire bucatini two by two. T-bone to table 15 please!” The chefs responded.

 As long as they can get through it without paying too much attention to Carmy, they’ll be good. His yelling got louder though. Sydney can see the poor chef shrink under Carmy. 

Carmy kept asking rapid questions leaving strays of spit and vicious anger flying everywhere. His face was getting hotter by the second. At this point, it looked like his goal was to keep yelling until his face turned blue.

Sydney tries to interfere. “Chef!-”

“Not now, Chef” Carmy replies smoothly to Sydney before she’s able to finish. He keeps his eyes on his target the whole time. “Answer the question, Chef.” 

“Yes chef, I know how to make veg...vegetables, chef…” The man whimpers quietly.

 Oh boy. 

The air is thick in the kitchen next to it’s usual smokey delicious air from the various foods they cooked. 

His hands were shaky and he was practically vibrating with the vibrato of Carmy’s voice. He was starting to get too loud. The other chefs were staring, distracted by their works which Sydney had to remind and repeat commands to them to get the orders across correctly.

Carmy kept pestering the chef to go faster and faster, cook better. Holy shit he was so red. Sydney looks back down, four more orders past her, fuck.

“We gotta go move faster chefs, fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen, one focaccia to table 11 please, walk bucatini, cannolis two by two!” 

“You’re falling behind!” Carmy’s voice comes into view at the wrong time. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Sydney still flinches with a pang of aching in her stomach.

They really were starting to fall behind right now.

“Fire two t-bones?” One of the chefs asked.

“Sorry, chef.” The man says, “I can’t focus with you this close-” Sydney can’t focus on that right now. She’ll deal with Carmy later. The five more tickets fire.

Sydney looks back at the chef who asked and shakes her head vehemently.

“No-” She glances at the clock, 5 more minutes. “Fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen,” She scratches out the various food items on the list below her.

So many fucking papers everywhere and the tickets won’t stop… 

“One. Focaccia. To. table. 11. Please, walk the bucatini. And Marcus,” he raises his head up, “Cannolis two by two.” 

Marcus nods, “Yes chef.” 

He got her. The chefs are cooking, they got her. It’s fine they got this.

“Fire three t-bones and a welcome broth for table 12 and 8!” A rough jagged sigh drags from Sydney, “two by two focaccia.” And she keeps continuing the list.

“Four by four…” Deal with Carmy later,

“Two by two…” 4 1⁄2 minutes.. 

“Another four by four…” Why is Carmy so fucking loud?

“..to table 14 please!” Why is the ticket machine so loud??

“...hands for cannolis please, thank you chef!” Why is Sydney’s brain so fucking loud???

The kitchen’s door opens, it’s Richie.

He has a brisk pace, strolling in smoothly and so casually. He’s calm, level headed and relaxed. Sydney needs whatever fuck he’s on make him so easy going and clear headed in times like these.

He’s fixing his suit, pressing any creases and folds out with rough palms. He’s watching them, encouraging them yet pestering them to quiet and settle down so softly and nicely. 

Good god it’s so uncanny of him. No more sweats, no more overpowering pine tree cologne, no more yelling and obnoxiously loud talking. He’s just oddly mature and reasonable, mannered and good. He smells good

And with that suit  He looks so…

 Sydney looks back down the tickets and continues calling out orders. She has no time to address whatever the hell that was because that’s not important. No more looking at Richie of all people like that. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees when Richie finally glances over at Carmy who’s lashing out on the chef next to him. He turns to face Sydney and their eyes meet for a brief moment as he fiddles with the cuffs of his suit. 

Richie leans over to her, close enough for just her to hear. His breath brushed against her skin. His hand on her shoulder. 

 “Carmy’s gonna need to step out, Syd.” He says and Sydney knows he’s right, “The customers can hear him.” 

Just as she expected. Sydney looks over to him now, he’s close. He stares at her with those bright eyes, they're like ocean waves crashing in the sea on a sunny day. 

Unlike any of the other times they have gotten close and personal in each other's spaces, Richie doesn’t smell like cheap cologne and cigarettes. He smells fresh, minty and so good. He’s looking at her soothing concerned eyes. 

How are they always getting this close and personal in each other’s spaces? 

She nods at him. “I know.” and Richie gets it.

He watches as she sorts out the orders for a brief moment, like he’s assessing what he was gonna do. Camry was still yelling, getting red in the face. It reminds Richie of someone but he quickly lets that thought pass him.

Richie takes a breath and begins to make his way over to Carmy. He slips behind chefs, announcing his presence incase of a run-in. Some are giving Carmy quick glances that dart between him and Richie, asking if they should do something. Richie just nods at them to continue their work and they do.

He squeezes in between Carmy and the chef.

The guy was trembling, nearly knocking into other equipment.Maybe if Carmy could just calm the fuck down, the chef could do what he’s ask him.

Richie clears his throat. "Hey, cousin-" 

“Back the fuck off, Richie.” Carmy doesn’t even hesitate to say.

But Richie wasn’t going to back down. This restaurant needs to thrive and Richie isn’t letting one (or a couple of) bad day(s) fuck up this resteraunt. Especially since Carmy himself worked so damn hard for it. 

“No.” Richie says plainly, “You gotta step out or calm down Carm, the customers can hear you.” He tries to reason. But Carmy shakes his head softly, 

"What? you trynna say I'm fucking up business?"

"Two by two for bucatini." Sydney's voice rings in the kitchen, 2 ½ minutes left.

Richie raises his hands in a soothing gesture, softly shaking his head, "You know I would never say that, cousin." 

Carmy doesn't meet Richie's eyes. He paces around, hands on hips. Eyebrows furrowed, Richie tried to meet Carmy's eyes again but he refused to look at him. It doesn't even seem like Carmy was looking at anyone or anything.

Richie grabs a hold of Carmy's arm in the middle of his pacing"Hey hey!" Carmy doesn't respond, his head down.

Richie likes to say he knows Carmy, hell he practically grew up with him and Mikey. He was changing the fucker’s diapers and taking him to school in a beat up honda. He should know Carmy.

 He should be able to read him just as well as he could read Natalie or Mikey. But it wasn’t the case at all. Whatever the fuck was happening right now had Richie feeling like he was being thrown to the sharks.

It makes him anxious, and when he gets anxious, he gets shitty thoughts.

Thoughts about Donna, the way she blows up in people’s faces and lashes out so viciously. Thoughts about Mikey and how he was acting months before what happened. How he felt like he was being thrown to the sharks with him too. Got that same pit in his stomach like now…

They just kept coming. They do this really fucked up thing where they fill up in his brain, removing any distractions so his attention is on them. And they like to whisper at him. Tell him shit that he knows everybody would disagree too.

“You’re worthless..”

“You serve no purpose..”

“You’re a loser..”

He tries not to agree with them and let them win. But sometimes they’re just so loud and they remind him of—

Sydney’s chuckling but there’s no humor to it “You wanna talk about fucking ugly, Richie?”

—things he’d rather not think about.

Richie's grip tightens on him, Carmy flinches but doesn't move his head, "Cousin." No response again.

"You're getting too loud and you're holding your staff behind. Go step out for a minute, cousin" Richie whispers

Carmy glares at Richie.

Sydney voice calls from what feels like afar "Hands for Cannolis please."

“Yes Chef!” Fak says. Fak and Sweeps were the only ones out there. Richie can't be here all day, they have job to do. So he straightens up

"I'm serious." Richie gives him a hard stare. "Put on your big boy pants—“

“Don’t fucking tell me-“

“This is your restaurant cousin.” Richie continues, “don't you wanna see it exceed?" He emphasizes by sticking a finger out to Carmy’s chest.  

It was ironic to think about. All the other times Richie has brought up this place being Carmy’s, it was usually as a way to talk shit. This time though, he was being sincere.

Reminds Carmy of the times Richie would apologize for yelling too harshly at him when he was nine. Or when he tried encouraging him on his academics in when he was in high school. It's raw, close and loving. Cause Richie cares about him and his little dream of a fancy restaurant.

That what's makes Carmy pause.

He's still staring at Richie but it's no longer a glare. It's just painful and blue. Like how his eyes would get when Mikey and him didn't invite a young Carmy to any of their parties. It sends nostalgic wave down Richie's back.

Finally, Carmy was stepping away, a hand drags down his face. He briefly looked at the chef, finally out of the dream (or nightmare). The poor guy was shaken up, eyes stinging and nose runny.

"Fuck. I'm sorry.." Carmy raises a hand and the guy moves away. "Yeah I'll uh, I'll step out" 

The crew watches as Carmy walks from Richie and for the back door, his head low. The restaurant is silent again for a moment. Then Sydney calls out another order and the chefs are back at it.

Like Sydney said, they got her. Richie got her. 

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The Bear was going great, amazing actually. It honestly felt unreal. The work, frustration, anger, fees oh the fucking fees and construction had paid off so smoothly. The restaurant was upscaled now, beautiful and classy. It was a complete turn around from the beef. 

The kitchen was sleek and pristine, no more random stains and ominous (possibly expired) food in the refrigerator. The chefs worked together strategically and were actually taking the job seriously.

Richie cleaned up pretty well and really improved on himself. He was still charismatic and raunchy. But during work he really toned himself down, became more softer and mature, stayed relaxed during peak hours, and Sydney has barely even had an argument with him in the past week. 

It was incredibly weird but Sydney was grateful for it.

She does get an aching pit of guilt every time they talk though. Mostly about the day she quit and the things she said (and did) to him.

She should probably talk to him about it and apologize. 

“Syd, you good in there?” Speaking of which. Richie taps at his forehead with his hand, the other holding the steering wheel as he drives. 

The night had settled and morning came, the blue and purple waves came to paint the sky as the sun began to arise. Chicago's mornings were cold and brisk as the weather changed and Sydney could see her breath visibly each time she spoke.

She shimmies in her jacket, Richies AC’s still busted but hey, he cleaned the car up pretty good. No more Arby's cups (or bags) scattered around the floor.

“Yeah. Just thinking.” She replies absentmindedly. Her body’s slumped in Richie’s passenger seat.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Richie teases.

“I should be saying that to you.”

“Yo you’re gonna be old too like me one day.”

“Oof don’t remind me.” And Richie laughs.

“Cold blooded, Syd, cold blooded.”

For the past few weeks, they’ve practically been carpooling. It started off as a one-off's, or just plan b's incase it was super late and money was tight. In plus Richie offered and Sydney doesn't turn down free rides. She was more than fine with sitting in tense, awkward silence as he takes her home.

But then it kinda became a habit. Richie always offered and Sydney always needed to save up money anyway. 

Soon enough he was taking her everyday practically. They were listening to prank calls on the radio with small snickers and snorts by the absurdity. Sometimes quoting iconic lines to each other after work. Or listening in on talk about recent celebrity drama. Or maybe just sitting in silence as the engine rumbled.

The silence tension dimmed with every ride and soon enough, became comfortable and it was kind of calming. Something calm and quiet for once in the hectic world Sydney lived in. It was so so nice. To the point that Sydney was actually looking forward to the rides.

And Richie did that. So. Fucking. Weird.

She reminds herself to apologize. She'll find a way to. Kinda feels like it's a big conversation to have that needs time to be talked about.

But who was she kidding? Sydney chuckles at that thought. She doesn’t even have time for herself, let alone Richie. 

“What’s funny?” Richie asks softly. Softly, surprising isn't it?

Funny thing about Richie is that in the morning his voice is so low and soft with a slight rasp. It's like whiplash to Sydney every time she hears that calm and quiet voice.

She wonders what he looks like just waking up in the morning. What his routine is like. Maybe he makes weird old man noises when gets up. Maybe he drinks coffee. He looks like he drinks his coffee straight black.

Then she immediately shoves those questions down into the deep pits of her brain to discuss with herself about later when she finds the time.

Which she probably won't so she's fine with that.

“You saw that video I sent you on instagram?” Richie ask.

“Yes I did and that was not funny at all.” Sydney remembers that dumbass video (and the other thousand videos) he sent her. She regrets ever giving him her instagram account.

She did skim through his though. Just a tiny skim.

He mostly post about sports teams, family, or Taylor swift? Didn’t expect him to be a Swifite but no judgment.

She saw his daughter, he post about her a lot. She’s adorable. Got those same bright blue eyes like her dad.

Richie smacks his lips “Ehh you don’t get it.” He makes a turn, “You’ll get it when you're  my age.”

Sydney shakes her head, “Sure Richie, sure.”

The air between them is nice. Sydney liked it. Liked it feeling nice. She didn’t want to ruin that with weird feelings. She’s just gonna let the air be nice and not weird.

No weird air. Weird air can go fuck off. She’s not gonna be weird about this. She got better things to focus on, like the damn restaurant. And Carmy

Speaking of which, The Bear was doing good, stressful but good. A lot of orders means they’re getting a crowd. Means people like the food. Just need a new cook. They're good.

But Carmy. He's not good. Obviously. Sydney still doesn’t know what happened that night in the walk-in, but it was affecting Carmy and as a result, the chef’s workflow. 

They’re lucky Jacob didn’t quit after what happened last night, they don’t need to be short of two chefs when they could barely find one as it is. 

The new chefs, bless their hearts, have been getting the grunt of Carmy’s wrath. Mixed in with a couple of back and fourths he’s been having with Sydney. Which reminds her of Richie which gives her so much whiplash.

It’s like the two switched personalities on some Freaky Friday shit. Now Carmy is stressing her out more than anything.

Honestly, he's stressing everyone out.

He needs a break. (And he needs a damn hug, guy got a resting face of a depressed orphan puppy).

For the restaurant and for Carmy himself. Dude has just been so out of it it’s seriously scaring Sydney. When she’s talking to him, his gaze just seemed to be somewhere else so distant and far. Like he was in a different reality altogether.

Which Richie pointed out was weird cause he quotes, “always makes weird googly eyes at you Syd, kid’s obviously fucked.” 

Which is– 

Sydney’s not even going to go into that. No time for whatever the hell he’s going on about.

They pulled up into the parking lot, Natalie seemed to already be there. They come up right when she had gotten of her car, her hair blowing light with cold air.

Richie eyes her coat "She looks like a fucking eggplant.” He’s not entirely wrong.

She was wearing a warm looking purple jacket with a matching beanie, her hands shoved down into her pockets. She looked really snugged, probably warmer than Sydney is in this freezer like car. Dude really got to fix his AC.

But it's not like he has money for that anyway.

“You look like the grim reaper.” Sydney shoots back.

Small little smile grows on Richie’s face. He had on his infamous suit again, looks nice as always. And very professional. And that is all Sydney has to say about that damn suit. Not else. No other thoughts.

Richie murmurs as they pull up. “Better than looking like an eggplant.” And Sydney snorts. 

Soon enough they were out of the car and coming to Natalie. She looked very worried…and tired. Her eyes were big and round with just worry all in them and her eyebrows were scrunched upwards.

Sydney, Richie and Natalie were all huddled in a circle at the front of The Bear, mostly for warmth.

Natalie crosses her arms, feet antsy. "You know, I really don't think he's okay..." she kept her voice low and soft like someone who hear besides them two.

Sydney noticed how her lips folding in on one another every breath she takes in-between talking.

"He's been really out of it lately." Natalie adds.

Richie nods in agreement, arms crossed and frame high. 

"Was he ever okay?" Sydney says but immediately cringes at her wording. Richie and Natalie grimace at it.

Sydney's green jacket moves awkwardly with her as she tries to explain. "Sorry like- Was he, was he always like this but like-"  

"Was he always so distant and estranged? I mean for these past couple of years, yes." Natalie began to answer, nodding along,"Have I ever seen him so..like that?" She takes a deep breath.

Her eyes are drawn down, her fingers begin to play with the fabric of her purple coat.

"No. Never." 

Richie rubs a hand across his beard before grabbing his cigarettes. It'd be the first time in a while that Sydney had seen him smoke.

She guessed a new suit, proper manners, and calm mask doesn't fix a nicotine addiction and stress from work. She watches him as he pulls it out of his slick black suit and sticks one in his mouth. His lips aren’t necessarily pursed around the cig, more like dangling from the side of his mouth. 

They seemed a little smooth too. Must've some chapstick on them. Maybe she was staring too hard because when she looked away from the, Richie’s eyes were on her's curiously. 

She looks away.

‘stop it’, She scolds herself. No time to unpack or understand that.

Sydney turns her focus back to Natalie who hugs herself closer to her body. Her knit eyebrows creased her skin. She's looking at the ground as if the broken pavement and stomped out buds had the answers.

Sydney has bigger things to focus on. Carmy is the priority right now, not however the hell Richie smokes cigarettes or his lips.

"I don't want him working here," Natalie answers truthfully, "I understand it's his dream but, I don't want this to destroy him." Richie and Sydney get it.

It's Sydney who reaches out first, rubbing her arm soothingly. She gives her soft 'it's okay’ even if she doesn't believe it herself. 

“I told him that he spent too much time here…I told him.” It's a quiet remark that could barely be heard under the breezy wind.

Richie grasps her shoulder with a sympathetic nod as well. the same way he did to Sydney a previous night. 

“The kid’s not doing so great." 

Way to state the obvious, Richie. Sydney doesn't say that out loud.

But it didn't take a genius to tell what she’s thinking by the look she gives him. Richie ignores it. 

"The Claire thing has got em all screwed up right now." Richie continues. His words work around the cigarette. “He needs some time away from here so let’s give him that. Some time away from here and some support so he can get his shit together. Don't like seeing him like this.” Richie says that last part low.

“Yeah..” Natalie breathes.

It was strange how much he had changed in his week and it made Sydney think. Did he really change all that much?

 Or was he always like this?

She thinks back to when he apologizes for the gun. When he asks her if she's okay after somebody shot their glass. Took accountability and felt guilty for the cigarettes being left out on the stove. How he was trying to help her with those damn vegetables when everything went to hell with the pre-order shit. How he was actually trying to help everyone that day. 

How he didn't even give her shit for the knife.

‘Apologize to Richie about the knife’, She reminds herself. She should start putting some sticky notes on her mirror, her dad does that.

Sydney clears her throat and nods, "Agreed." She says simply, smoothing out her hair, "I'll text him that I can do interviews on my own."

Again, she thinks. Last time it was because of Claire too. Sydney didn't really know what happened to them, just that it was a pretty rough breakup.

She remembers trying to go back to comfort Carmy in some way that night. But the moment she was back inside, Richie had stopped her. 

He had an inordinately soft look on his face, his posture heavy with ache. She doesn’t know what happened back there but from the looks of it, Richie and Carmy must’ve gotten into it. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook his head lightly. 

It was the second time they had gotten close that night, the same good smell from earlier coming in to fill her senses. He rubs the thick hand on her shoulder as he dragged his palm up and down in a soothing gesture as if she was the one who’s hurt.

“He needs some time” is what Richie said that night, “Just go home, Syd, he’ll be okay.” Sydney remembers it vividly. 

She also remembers wanting to give Richie a hug, pat, or something to soothe his troubles away. He looked like he really needed a warm hug. Maybe something even warmer..

She also remembers trying to shove that thought down the moment it reared it’s ugly head nights after. She has no time for that.

"Interviews?" Natalie asks. "For what? I thought all our spots were filled."

Sydney thins her lips. "Yeah well uh, Josh was smoking meth out back so obviously..." She trails off but Natalie understands nods.

Half of Sydney wishes she didn't tell her cause Natalie looks like she was just given a stack of paper work to do.

Natalie sighs, "Fucker..."

Richie softly snort.

“Yeah." Sydney grabs onto her bag at the hip, feeling for her papers through the fabric as a way to remind her of their presence, "The interviews are going to start at 10." 

"Shit I'm sorry I can't help." Natalie softly murmurs, "I got an appointment at like 11:30." 

Sydney smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes though, "I'll be fine, don't worry."

Natalie still looks worried but she smiles, thankful. It seems like a worried face is the only thing she pulls these days. She really needs a break. Her sleeping schedule was worn around her eyes. Her skin’s been looking sickly for a while and Sydney can’t help but think the stress from here is what’s causing it the most.

“Okay, well" Natalie whispers quietly and then glances at her watch, "I should probably go, just wanted to uh talk to you guys real quick." 

She goes in for a hug to Richie. Sydney watches the way Richie hugs her. He seems a bit surprised at first but he accepts no less. She watches the way he engulfs her into his arms. They wrap around her nice and snug with a lil squeeze and give her a soft lil pat on the back at the end. 

He really likes giving those tiny little pats. He even does it to pens, markers and papers.

He whispers something low and quiet that gets a weak but genuine chuckle out of Natalie before he lets go. He relaxes at the smallest glimpse of a smile from her. Like it was a make or break moment. It's really sweet to see him care so much.

Once again, Richie was surprising Sydney. 

"Bye." Natalie says as she now hugs Sydney. She’s warm and soft. Her hugs are surprisingly really comforting. But for some reason all Sydney can think about is how Richie’s hug must've felt. 

To be pressed against his chest of nice black fabric and good cologne. To have his voice dangling above her ear, whispering some shitty joke just to hear her laugh. Would he ever even give Sydney one if she needed it? Would he give her a little pat at the end?

Sydney brushes those thoughts away and returns the hug, squeezing just a bit too tight.

She whispers before letting go. "Take care of yourself." And watches a warm but exhausted and fragile smile slip on Natalie's face before peeling away. 

Soon, Natalie and her car were out of sight, leaving only Richie and Sydney. Alone. Together. It felt different from the car rides. Usually there's some type of low music, or just comfortable slience in the air as they drive to their destination. Now it feels weird.

It was quite early. Interviews don't start yet and they weren't exactly scheduled to be open today anyway. Sydney just came a little early to set up. Basically, there was no point for Richie to be here.

But he was anyway, standing around awkwardly. With a cigarette still lit, he takes a couple of drags.

“You don't have to stay, you know?' Sydney says and immediately regrets. "Like not in a mean way just like- if you're staying cause I'm here you don't have to." She fiddles with the restaurant keys as she speaks. “Like I don’t mind and-”

“Yo, I understand.” Richie looks down at her, seemingly amused. It was still so weird for her to see him so patient and relaxed. 

Sydney nods with a small smile as she gets the door opened. The sound of the door creaking is met with silence as the two stand in the doorway. Richie stomps out the cigarette.

"I can help." He says finally, his voice echoing in the empty restaurant. "With the interviews."  He clarifies, scratching a part of his beard. "If you want me too?" he says softly.

Sydney looks up at him surprised, "Really?" She says, slightly dumbfounded, "You, Richie, wanna help me?" she asks incredulously.

And Richie has to laugh at that. It's a nice gruff one with vibrato in it, the laugh bounces off the walls. He laughs like he gets it, like he knows and understands where Sydney’s coming from. 

Surprises, surprises.

“Cut me some slack!” Richie’s got a sly smile dancing all over his face, “I’ve been killing it this past few weeks.” He says humorously, “I’m like your little helper. Sidekick even.” 

And now Sydney’s laughing. It’s not a tense one nor a condescending one either. It’s genuine and real. Sydney notes that this was probably the first time she ever laughed with Richie and not at him and it's outside of their little carpooling. She doesn't know why but it makes it feel real.

Sydney, amused, replies. “Sidekick is pushing it.”

"Clyde to your Bonnie?"

“Clyde to my Bonnie?” She repeats.

“Yeah,” And Richie got a little smile on his face. “practically.” 

Sydney gives him a look, “Sure, Richie.” 

And Richie laughs again. Laughs that loud bright laugh. It makes Sydney’s smile widen and it's so weird because she used to hate it. She would always hear him joking or fucking around at The Beef, ignoring her so he could just kick it like it was a friday night. 

And his laugh used to be what really ticked her off.

Made her feel like he was laughing at her and her authority. Like some mean girl was making fun of her from school all over again. Kinda felt weird to compare a grown ass man to a mean middle schooler but Richie wasn't really known for being mature anyway.

Now though, that laugh doesn’t piss her off. Doesn’t frustrate her or make her angry. It doesn’t feel mocking or rude. It makes her feel warm and soft.

Maybe it’s because for once, it’s with her and she’s in the joke with him. He's laughing because of her, for her.

And it feels too fucking weird. Richard dickhead Jerimovich was giving her the most sincere look with crinkled eyes and a huge smile and she felt weird about it. 

‘Shut up.’ She chastises herself. Thoughts are for another time. (Time she still doesn't have).

It’s Richie who’s drawing her back to reality,  “Hand me some of the resumes,” He nudges her. “I know you would print them out like a smartypants.” 

"Yeah, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when interviewing, Richie.”

"That's what a smartypants would say." Richie says so facetiously with such a big smile. It should really irritate Sydney, it used to, but he doesn't.

Sydney shoves some papers in Richies face and his big fat smile. "Just take the resumes, Richard." And she's smiling right back at him.

"Knew it." He says. Their fingers brush one another when Richie grabs the resumes and Sydney’s very normal about it. So normal.

She watches as he goes through the papers, eyes darting from left to right. He looked focused, concentrated and actually invested.

He looks up at her for a moment and winks. "Let's do it sweetheart." 

"Richie-" 

"Yeah yeah sorry." He mutters playfully but genuine, "Don't call you sweetheart, sorry Syd." He nudges her a little with a playful smile crawling onto his face.

“Fuck off.” Sydney says to Richie.

But also to those stupid weird feelings that came up again.

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Here's what I got so far for the starving Sydrichie fans out there. Next part might be more Richie centered idk idk. Let's pray I got the motivation to do a part two. This took about a few weeks but I'm really proud.

#sydrichie #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #sydney x richie #richie x sydney

[libras-child]

Pairing: Carmy x Black!Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: mentions of suicide

CPR

They got their shit rocked. Like wiped completely out. At the end of the night even Richie was absolutely silent. Scrubbing, sweeping, and pots clinking were heard as each chef picked up the pieces to do it all again tomorrow. This was Carmy’s life. Cook, Eat, Sleep, Repeat. Although he was doing much of the other two, he damn sure was cooking.

Carmy sat on his knees scrubbing a spot on the floor, using all his energy to get it out. Mind going blank, just scrub and wipe. His arm grew tense and his lip became raw from his teeth biting them constantly. His hands were dry from dipping it in the hot water, face was oily from the heat of the kitchen, his stomach was fucked, his back ached and his brain felt like an elastic band was wrapped around it, squeezing every possible thought besides, scrub and wipe.

“Night, Chef.” Sydney's voice broke his trance.

“Uh, yea you too…Night.” As he sat up a deep pent up sigh left his body, finally the tension in his upper body released. It was the closest thing to relaxing he had.

The drive home for him was quick, not because it was close but because he zoned out on his way there.

Out of service. The dumb ass elevator hasn’t worked since he got back. Gravity pulled him making it harder for him to lift his feet, his right foot felt so heavy it failed to match the height of the following step. Tipped it instead, in result he fell over in front of his door.

“Fuck,” he said as he picked himself up.

“Long night?” A soothing voice came from his right and a door was locked soon after. Carmy only looked at her long enough to notice her features; her honey brown eyes behind wide black frames, wide button nose, and plump lips. Carmy noticed that her upper lip lacked a cupid's bow, that or it was very faint.

She’s beautiful. Shit. I’m staring. “Yea. You too?” He averted his eyes to the floor between them. She started towards the steps, coming closer to Carmy.

“Just an early morning.” She descended down the stairs right after. She wore grey sweats with a matching grey pullover that was slightly oversized on her smaller frame. His hands searched for his keys but his eyes were set on her. She descended down the stairs and Carmy was left opening his apartment; replacing his stain filled white tee for another. Pb&J washed down with coke for dinner wasn’t the best and was most likely the reason his stomach was fucked. He tried to sleep in his bed tonight but he just couldn’t. Still plagued by insomnia and guilt even after the note. He laid on the couch watching some cooking show that only served as background noise for his thoughts. Soon he couldn’t piece his thoughts together. He found himself restarting his thoughts but never concluding them. His heavy eyes fought to stay open but won in the end.

“Carmy… Carmy…” His eyes opened subtly to see her by his side kneeling on the floor. Before he got to say anything her lips were on him. The kiss was heated, with his need. She straddled his hips while holding his face. Her hips grinded down on his while raking her fingers through his hair. His hands traveled down her body to grip her hips. She felt so good. She pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss up his neck. She reached his ear and said “wake up.”

Carmy jumped up from the couch in panic. Looking down he felt the wet spot in his boxers. Having wet dreams over a girl he didn’t even know was fucking embarrassing for him. Looking up the time, it said 6 o clock.

“Fuck.” Carmy pinched his bridge as he walked to the bathroom.

——

Carm was tempted to run down the steps but just his luck he would bust his ass so he moved as swiftly he could without running. When he made it to the entrance he saw her. She came in with a mini duffel filled, it was zipped so Carmy didn’t look that long.

“Long night?” Carmy tried his best to keep eye contact. It was never his strong suit but he didn’t want to stop looking at her so he fought his nerves. He saw she had makeup on with lashes. The glasses were gone and her lips were extra shiny. Beautiful.

“Yea. You could say that again. Early morning?” She giggled at the call back. Her eyes seemed hooded, tired even.

“Started a little later than usual but, uh. What’s your name?” Real smooth Carm.

“Angel,” she said. A bit of air puffed through Carmen’s nose as he smiled.

“What?” Her eyebrows were knit together tight in irritation.

“No…uh, nothing, just it fits your voice…,” His voice trailed off and so did his eye contact. Fuck I’m bad at this.

“Oh thank you, I’m sorry. Yours?”

“Carmen, Carmy, Carm. Whichever works for you.” He looked at the time it was a quarter past 7 and he was sure the kitchen was a mess by now.

“Uh, I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

“Ok and Carmen… nice to meet you. Do you want to come by later and talk?”

“Yes..of course. I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

With that carmy left with an extra pep in his step.

—

”Jeff, you're late!”

“I know Tina, I overslept, How are we on prep?”

“All prepped and ready. Hey Carm, had any fun last night? Reason why you’re late.” Richie interrupted.

”Fuck off Richie.”

——

It was busy but not bad. The kitchen had a great rhythm tonight. Each chef was still dirt tired but Carm felt more energetic than when the day started. As he locked up he thought about what to say to her. He never had much game.

He ran up the stairs, wanting to see her sooner. He approached her door but just listened first. Sultry music was playing a little under loud, Carmy hesitated to knock but still did anyway. The music stopped, footsteps pattered across the floor and she cracked her head out the door. He noticed a light sheen was on her skin and her face was bare.

“Hey, I’m just gonna change.” Carmy gestured to his apartment.

“Ok just come in, the door will be unlocked.” She smiled and closed her door.

Carmy took a shower, put on a fresh white tee, gray sweats had a certain type of connotation nowadays, so he chose black ones. Cologne? No… maybe just a little. He walked over to her apartment, he felt that just walking in was rude so he knocked.

“It’s open!” She called out from her room.

“He opened the door subtly, peeking his head first. Plants adorned the space appearing darker from the purple LEDs illuminating the room. There were two loveseats on both sides of the room. The main thing he noticed and couldn’t miss was the pole in the middle of the room. Dancer? Maybe just for fun. Carmy stepped closer to examine it further.

“Do you want me to move it? I can move it.” She insisted as she turned on the tall lamps she had.

“No it’s fine, really.” Carmy turned to look at her. She gestured for them both to sit.

“I don’t get much company, so I leave it up.”

“You dance?”

“Yea. Just to pay for school and this place.”

“What are you in school for?”

“I’m gonna be a doctor.” The brightest smile grew once she said that. Ambitious.

“That’s great. You’re gonna be a great doctor.”

“Thank you, Carmen.” He loved how she sounded saying his name.

“So…Do you like it? Dancing I mean?”

“I get that question a lot from people. Sometimes I feel like I’m supposed to say no. But I do. I only do stage, never private. I feel good when I dance. It's kind of freeing. What do you do?”

“Before we go any further. What’s your real name?”

“It’s Cleo, but that sounds so old. So I just go by Angel, that’s my stage name.

“I like Cleo…and i'm a chef, I own a restaurant.”

“Which one?”

“The Beef”

“Oh shit really. I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Yea, I’ll bring you something.”

“Nah, I want you to cook for me. I’m only across the hall.”

“Yea, uh I can…I can do that.”

“How bout we make a deal. You cook for me and I’ll dance for you.” Carmy was down, completely.

“Yea, that works.”

—-

“Yo Syd, come here real quick.”

“Yes, Chef?” Carmy was hesitant to ask. Felt weird about it.

“If… if you were on a date… or something like that… with someone you were interested in. What would you eat?”

“Are you serious right now? Yo Richie come hear this.” Sydney was confused and started laughing a little. Carm dragged Syd to the office and closed the door.

“Be serious!” Carm rubbed his forehead, calming his embarrassment.

“Carm what are you talking about?”

“There’s this girl, right, she asked for me to make her something. I don’t know what she likes tho.”

“Well, something safe like chicken or fish…or! Funny little option here, ask her what she likes?”

“Right… right, that makes sense.”

—-

Carm left earlier leaving Syd to close up. He stopped by the market to get some Salmon. Salmon was safe and he really hoped she liked it. A few ingredients from The Beef contributed to the dish, he would return them tomorrow.

With the salmon in the oven, his mind drifted to her. What if she hates Salmon. What if she’s picky, that wouldn’t really work. Fuck! Allergies!

Carm knocked and she came shortly after.

“Hey, are you allergic to anything? Sorry for being so late to ask.”

“Nothing I know of.”

“Also, uh do you like salmon?”

“Love it!”

“Ok it’ll be ready in 15. Do you want me to come over or.”

“I’ll come to yours if that's ok.”

“Yes! sure yea. ” Carm calm the fuck down!

“Ok I’ll be over in 15.

—

She was wearing pink sweat shorts and a pink zip up hoodie with a white tank underneath. He watched her carefully as she ate. He noticed she loved the fish but not the asparagus.

“I’m sorry I don’t like asparagus very much. The fish was amazing though... Honestly I was scared to try your food… I hear the fire alarms at night. I always wonder how he could possibly be burning that much food.”

“That’s a long story actually. I’m happy you enjoyed the food, sorry about the asparagus I should’ve asked,” Carm scratched at his scalp.

“So what’s the story?” She asked as she cautiously put her plate down.

“Well um, my brother… he um… he killed himself and left me a restaurant. And uh, for a long time I was angry at him and we didn’t speak. So everytime you hear the fire alarm, it’s cause I’m having a nightmare and on the verge of burning the building down.” Carm laughed at his use of nightmare. Felt like a kid. He looked up at her to see she was stunned. Fuck! Carm shut the fuck up!

“Oh no… I didn’t mean to.”

“No no it’s ok I’m just bad at these types of things. Never know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“What was his name?” She asked cautiously.

“Michael..”

“What’s your favorite memory with him?”

“Being in the kitchen with him. Learning from him. I begged him to let me work at the restaurant with him but he wouldn’t let me and it made me so angry. And I let my anger blind me. I regret that…everyday.” Carmy eyes were focused on the floor until he heard sniffling.

“No it’s uh it’s ok. I'm ok. I’m sorry.” Carmy moved closer to her. For her comfort and her comfort only.

They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Moving closer and closer. Carm broke contact to look at her lips, licking his own.

“Do you still want that dance?”

#the bear #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #Carmy x black reader #carmy x oc #carmy fluff

[mirdance]

Sup slut, this is Naddie. Anyways, "57. “No, no, go ahead. I’m just your boyfriend/girlfriend, at least, I thought I was. for Male, Corrupt!Sydney"

Sydney x F!Reader

NSFW

Gregorian chants fill the halls like distant memories as you sweep the floor. Once upon a time their sounds made the hairs across the back of your neck tingle. Something about two or more being gathered in harmony for one purpose. It made every joint in your body light and free.

Now that you've succumbed to true freedom within the holy of holies, you could never return to those chants.

Still, you dance along that line of freedom and holiness. Doing your temple duties is never a problem; actually, you love it. Digging your fingers in the soft garden dirt and watching seeds grow into beautiful blossoms from your hands, sweeping away the filth that wanders into the beautiful temple halls. It provides you purpose. Not to mention room and board.

Oftentimes, Sydney watches you as he works his own duties. A careful glance you can feel on your shoulders throughout the day. Providing safety. You have each other's backs. He's so careful and gentle with you during temple work so that the both of you never forget the purity that provides. If either of you were to be discovered submitting to lust, especially in God's most holy sanctuary, it would be the end.

You make your way to the utility room and set the broom to the side. Next would be the garden, and then you would be free to leave the temple as you please after mass. Mass with Sydney is always tense, especially evening mass. Tense not necessarily in a bad way, but in a provocative way. In a way that makes you fear being discovered by the eyes that roam the skies.

During those moments you often miss the euphoria the two of you felt during prayer. Trading it for the euphoria of lust isn't something you regret, though.

Footsteps. Sydney lightly touches your shoulder as you stretch your arms.

"Where to after mass, Sister?" His lips align into a cynical smirk that never ceases to wet your core.

"A party," you answer. "Something Whitney threw together for the end of the year."

"Oh? Is that today?" Sydney kneads the back of your neck. His fingers are always adept at releasing your knots after work. He laughs softly. "Well, it's an easy skip. Why don't we meet in our usual spot? I could bring some aged communion wine to celebrate. Stay a little longer than usual. Maybe," he brings his timbre to a whisper and sets his chin on your shoulder. "Eat your cunt until you're begging me to fill your holes. But maybe I won't stop. Shall we see how much you can cum tonight, my love?"

Your shoulder blades shudder. "Fuck. I promised Doren I would be there. Yeah, even some of the teachers are going. And you know how much he has done for me. I couldn't say no. Can I take a raincheck and meet this weekend instead?"

It's not like the two of you don't meet in the Prayer Room almost every day. All the two of you do is fuck when you aren't in school or at the temple. Hell, even when you're at school you're fucking. Maybe a break was in store, anyway.

Sydney stops kneading your neck. A breath of air hits your skin as he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. "Skipping out on your boyfriend to go party? I'm hurt."

You chuckle along with him and rest your palms overtop his hands on your waist. "It's only one night. I think you'll survive."

He rocks you back and forth playfully. "Mm. I don't know about that."

You lean into the dance. "We fuck all the time. Your dick will be ok for one night, I promise. But if you're going to keep pouting, maybe I should just skip out on all the promises I made."

He squeezes your hips ever so slightly. "No, no, go ahead. I'm just your boyfriend and all. I'm sure your promises to others are more important than our nightly ritual. After all, I'm just a horny man who wants to get his dick wet."

You stop the playful sway. "You're actually hurt by this, aren't you?"

He shakes his head and breathes into you. "Oh, no, not at all. I wouldn't want to stop you. I love you and want to see you have fun with others, too."

You lean your head gratefully into his. "Thank you, love. I'll see you there?"

"Of course."

And if you think you're going to have any moment of time beyond what his cock will do to your mouth in the shadowed corners, beyond finger fucking you senseless under the guise of the table while you sit flushed and humiliated, you'll not think about the joy of promises and breaking your nightly routine again.

#mir writes #degrees of lewdity #Sydney x reader #dol sydney #degrees of lewdity sydney #sydney/reader

[smut-angel]

I am on the last episode of the bear I have to wait to savour it but babe. Babe!

Imagine being with Carmy in New York, his one small piece of sanity when dealing with, ick in human form aka the chef guy from the flashback, and like your job, be it like a chef as well, or in my inner world it’s a world class pastry chef that met Carmy in the first restaurant he worked at before French laundry and Noma, anyway whatever it is,

Like you couldn’t leave New York because work contracts and it would be like a month or two before you get to move to Chicago and you of course are having a lil chef baby! Because dad Carmy is my brain rot. So bam like being four months visibly pregnant, because yes.

And just coming in during the absolute havoc that is episode 7. Screaming Camry, the walk out of Marcus and syd. Just my angst to fluff brain can’t take it.

Also Richie having no idea who the fuck you are because Carmy wouldn’t tell anyone, maybe sugar, like sugar got updates and like just assumed Richie knew but like they don’t talk unless they have to.

Add in you and Carmy got hitched in a courthouse in new York because fuck it. And like that would just

Richie: Carmy your fucking married?! Why did no one know about this?!

Everyone else in the restaurant, sugar, Pete and Cicero: oh we knew.

Richie: fucking Pete knew?!

And just. THIS SHOW IS MY NEW BRAIN ROT IN THE SAME WAY DAREDEVIL THEN PUNISHER THEN EDDIE MUNSON WAS.

Me being a whore for Jeremy Allen white has returned. Started with lip Gallagher and will never end

anon i loved every second of this!!! i could totally see carmen being lowkey about being married especially getting married in the courthouse like honestly i'm down for that because im not big on weddings. and richie would totally not let go of no one telling him that you guys are married. like he’s taking that grudge to the grave 😭

carmen would love the fact that you still want to help out in the restaurant but the fact that you’re pregnant makes him want you to stay home more.

“why would i be barefoot and pregnant at home when i can be barefoot and pregnant here?” you’d say to him while helping sydney prep.

“i wouldn’t go barefoot here, sweeps is still not great about mopping the floors,” sydney would reply.

“i don’t want you barefoot and pregnant anywhere. i just want you to rest.”

i think sugar would definitely come around more to check on you and be a good sister in law. she’d probably bring you the weird foods you’re craving and just have nice girl time with you that’s much needed.

#fluffy asks #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white

[colourfullsims]

Competition #1 | Spill the Tea (6/10)

Nina: Ooooh, I know that look Manny. That’s the look of a girl ready to go all in on a new boo. I’m not mad at it, but it looks like you’ve got Tori more than a little concerned. After sharing an intimate kiss in front of the other islanders, it’s starting to become clear that for some people, these kisses are more than just for the challenge. At this rate, we’re going to have quite the line up of broken hearts to sweep up off the floor. But hey, we never said love was easy!

@regalllove​ @ironicscavenger @storiesbyjes2g @madebycoffee​ @queenofmyshuno @slothseasims @nilonne

Beginning | Previous | Next

Frankie: [You guys are on a roll! Let’s see if you can keep it up. “This girl has a twin brother.”]

Sydney: Hmm that’s tough. This could be anyone.

Tucker: I guess, has anyone heard anything about siblings yet from the girls?

Ramone: I feel like I’ve heard Manny say something about a brother before. Don’t know if it’s a twin brother though.

Joey: Better than nothing! And since you all have gone, I guess I can do the honors--

Tucker: And let you incite Felicity’s wrath in the middle of the game? Yeah, I don’t think so. I’ll be taking this one, buddy.

Tucker: Hey…you good?

Manny: [breahtless] Yeah, just…weirdly nervous.

Tucker: Don’t be. Forget about everyone else here. Just focus on me…

Frankie: [Tucker has locked in his answer! And it is…correct!]

Manny: [whispering]…Wow. There’s that electricity.

Tucker: [smirking and whispering] Glad you feel it. And I hope you’re ready to feel a whole lot more later on.

Manny: [blushing]

Tori: Is it just me, or are they kinda staring a little too long at each other?

Yana: …I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Just part of the game.

Tucker: [whispering] Chat later tonight?

Manny: [whispering] I’ll be there…

#you know what #i AM here for these two #they make a cute couple #but you can't help feeling bad for tori #ts4 #sims 4 #love island challenge #ts4 love island challenge #sims 4 love island challenge #sims of color #colourfullsims #frankie samuel #sydney brooks #tucker clarke #ramone caruso #joey lee darby #manuela de santa #tori fisker #yana maely joachim

[sydneyxbean]

who: @finnbrooks where: Ocean Crest Apartments parking lot

Now that the apartments were reopened, moving back in was a slow process Sydney had given a couple of days to make extra sure that it was safe to come back. She'd been tidying up things, thankful her floor was one of the floors that didn't catch fire. That didn't stop her from going through everything and making several trips to her parents' house to wash every piece of fabric just to ensure any potential smoke residue that could be there wasn't any longer. She'd even emptied out her fridge and pantry after her food had sat there for a month growing mold and unedible.

She'd just pulled up into the parking lot after going to the grocery store to replace the discarded food. Well, some of it. She'd see if her sister would be willing to go to the store later to help buy some more. Killing the engine and getting out of the car, she went to grab a few bags of groceries, not noticing the massive tear in the plastic. Just as she closed the door with her hip, one of the bags tore the rest of the way open, spilling the contents onto the pavement. Several cans of ravioli, now dented, rolled under the vehicle next to her.

She stared at the ground where the cans disappeared, lips pursed together in a pout for a moment before glancing around. Hopefully, the owner of the car was somewhere to be found so that she didn't have to get on the ground, but... No luck. Placing the other bags on the ground, she moved to get down onto her knees, wincing just a little as the pebbled pavement did absolutely nothing good for her knees. She could reach two of the cans, but the other one was just out of reach.

Just then, what she hoped to be her saving grace, she noticed someone about to walk by. "Oh um.. Excuse me?" she called, hoping to get his attention. "You wouldn't happen to have anything long enough for me to try to sweep something out from under the car, would you?"

#convo #finn 001 #closed starter #a million years later

[allareass]

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Making the Right Choice for Your Space

Selecting the perfect flooring for your space can be an exciting yet challenging endeavor. Factors such as the room's purpose, foot traffic, design preferences, and budget all play crucial roles in this decision-making process. With our comprehensive range of vinyl flooring in Melbourne and Sydney, you're sure to find an option that resonates with your unique style and requirements.

At Terramater Floors, we believe in delivering not just flooring but a statement—an embodiment of your lifestyle and personality. Our commitment to quality, craftsmanship, and customer satisfaction makes us a trusted destination for flooring solutions in Melbourne and Sydney.

The Terramater Experience: From Selection to Installation

We understand that choosing the right flooring is a significant investment. That's why our team of experts at Terramater Floors is dedicated to guiding you through every step of the process. From helping you select the ideal vinyl flooring for your space to ensuring a seamless installation, we're here to make your flooring journey smooth and enjoyable.

Our experts consider various aspects such as the layout of your space, lighting conditions, and existing décor to recommend the best-suited vinyl flooring options. We take pride in offering personalized assistance, ensuring that you make an informed decision that aligns with your vision.

As you embark on the journey of revamping your interiors, let Terramater Floors be your trusted companion. Our vinyl flooring collection in Melbourne and Sydney is a testament to our dedication to providing top-notch flooring solutions that combine beauty, durability, and affordability.

Experience the difference that premium vinyl flooring Sydney can make in transforming your space into a haven of style and comfort. Explore the Terramater Floors vinyl collection today, and discover the perfect flooring that compliments your lifestyle and enhances your living spaces.

The Allure of Vinyl Flooring Revealed

In terms of flooring solutions that seamlessly combine design, durability, and cost, vinyl flooring is a top pick. Vinyl flooring has quickly become the go-to option for contemporary buildings in both the lively metropolises of Sydney and Melbourne. Among the many flooring options available in Melbourne and Sydney, Terramater Floors is proud to provide vinyl flooring, which combines form and function in a way that is really unparalleled.

The Benefits of Vinyl

Amazing changes have taken place in vinyl flooring over the years, elevating it from a practical to a fashionable and adaptable alternative for contemporary floors. Those looking for a compromise between affordable and high-quality flooring will find this type to be an appealing option due to its numerous perks.

One that is aesthetically pleasing

Due to technological developments, Vinyl Flooring Melbourne may now imitate the appearance and texture of more traditional flooring options, such as hardwood, stone, and ceramic tiles. Put simply, you may attain the look of high-end flooring selections without breaking the bank.

Long-lasting and sturdy

Wear and tear can't harm vinyl flooring, so it's perfect for high-traffic areas. Because of its top protective layer, it is resistant to scratches, stains, and spills, making it a great choice for high-traffic areas.

Shockproof and Damp-Resistant

Vinyl flooring is perfect for damp and spill-prone environments like basements, baths, and kitchens since it is waterproof by design.  Along with this quality, the flooring's endurance and durability are enhanced.

Low-Pressure Upkeep

Vinyl flooring is simple to clean and maintain. All you have to do to keep it looking like new is sweep it occasionally and mop it gently. Particularly appealing to commercial and high-traffic residential environments are its minimal maintenance needs.

Affordable

When compared to more expensive floors made of natural materials, such as hardwood or stone, vinyl flooring is more affordable. Everyone looking for affordable flooring options will find it appealing due to its inexpensive pricing and long lifespan.

Terramater Flooring: A Dedication to Superiority

In the eyes of Terramater Floors, the three most important things are quality, innovation, and happy customers. We are committed to offering our clients in Melbourne and Sydney a wide variety of high-quality flooring options to meet their specific needs and tastes, and this is highlighted in our vinyl flooring selection.

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Elevate Cleanliness Standards with Premium Cleaning Group: Expert Commercial, Childcare, Office, Warehouse, and Strata Cleaning Services in Sydney

In today's fast-paced world, maintaining cleanliness and hygiene is paramount for businesses to thrive. Whether you operate a bustling office, a childcare center bustling with activity, a spacious warehouse, or a multi-unit strata complex in Sydney, maintaining a pristine environment is crucial for the well-being of occupants and the success of your enterprise. At Premium Cleaning Group, we understand the importance of cleanliness and offer comprehensive cleaning solutions tailored to meet the unique needs of businesses across various industries. From commercial spaces to childcare facilities, offices, warehouses, and strata properties, we are your trusted partner in maintaining immaculate environments that inspire confidence and productivity.

Commercial Cleaning Sydney: Elevate Your Business Environment

First impressions matter, and a clean and welcoming commercial space can leave a lasting impact on clients, customers, and employees alike. At Premium Cleaning Group, we specialize in providing top-notch commercial cleaning services in Sydney. Whether you operate a retail store, restaurant, hotel, or any other commercial establishment, our experienced cleaning professionals are equipped with the skills and expertise to ensure your premises are spotless and inviting.

From thorough floor cleaning and disinfection to meticulous dusting and surface wiping, we leave no stone unturned in our quest to maintain cleanliness and hygiene in your commercial space. Our tailored cleaning solutions are designed to accommodate your schedule and budget, ensuring minimal disruption to your business operations while delivering exceptional results that exceed your expectations.

Childcare Cleaning Sydney: Creating Safe and Sanitary Environments for Children

Childcare facilities require special attention when it comes to cleaning and sanitation to ensure the health and safety of children in your care. At Premium Cleaning Group, we understand the unique needs of childcare centers and offer specialized cleaning services in Sydney to create safe and sanitary environments for children to learn and play.

Our team of dedicated cleaning professionals undergoes rigorous training to adhere to the highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene. From disinfecting toys and play areas to sanitizing high-touch surfaces and maintaining clean restrooms, we take every measure to prevent the spread of germs and ensure the well-being of children under your supervision.

Office Cleaning Sydney: Enhance Productivity and Morale in the Workplace

A clean and organized office not only creates a positive impression on clients and visitors but also fosters productivity and morale among employees. At Premium Cleaning Group, we specialize in providing comprehensive office cleaning services in Sydney to help businesses maintain clean and healthy work environments.

Whether you have a small office space or a large corporate facility, our team of experienced cleaners is equipped with the tools and expertise to tackle all your cleaning needs. From dusting and vacuuming to sanitizing common areas and disinfecting high-touch surfaces, we customize our cleaning services to fit your specific requirements and schedule, ensuring minimal disruption to your business operations.

Warehouse Cleaning Sydney: Keep Your Workspace Safe and Functional

Warehouses are bustling hubs of activity where cleanliness and organization are essential for efficiency and safety. At Premium Cleaning Group, we offer professional warehouse cleaning services in Sydney to help businesses maintain clean and organized workspaces.

Our team of skilled cleaners is trained to handle the unique challenges of warehouse cleaning, from sweeping and mopping large floor areas to dusting shelves and organizing inventory. We understand the importance of maintaining a safe and hygienic environment in your warehouse, and we work diligently to ensure that your space is clean, organized, and conducive to productivity.

Strata Cleaning Sydney: Preserve Property Value and Enhance Resident Satisfaction

Living in a strata property comes with its own set of challenges, and maintaining cleanliness and hygiene in shared spaces is key to preserving property value and enhancing resident satisfaction. At Premium Cleaning Group, we offer specialized strata cleaning services in Sydney to help strata managers and property owners maintain clean and well-maintained common areas.

From lobbies and hallways to elevators and stairwells, our team of professional cleaners pays meticulous attention to detail to ensure that every inch of your strata property is spotless and inviting. We work closely with strata managers and property owners to develop customized cleaning plans that address their specific needs and budget constraints, ensuring that residents enjoy a clean and comfortable living environment.

Experience the Premium Cleaning Group Difference

At Premium Cleaning Group, we are committed to delivering exceptional cleaning services that meet the highest standards of quality and professionalism. Whether you require commercial cleaning, childcare cleaning, office cleaning, warehouse cleaning, or strata cleaning services in Sydney, you can trust us to exceed your expectations every time.

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Hoarding Cleaning Services

The Hoarding Cleaning Services help people with hoarding disorder reclaim their lives and living spaces. These companies prioritize health, safety, and emotional well-being, making them an essential resource for those suffering from the condition. The company will provide a team of experts to assist in reorganizing the home, decluttering, and deep cleaning. They will also make sure all hazardous items are properly disposed of.

Many hoarders save items because of sentimental value, but the items may be infested with bugs, rodents, or even have human waste inside. This can be a real hazard to health and is extremely dangerous. Aside from posing a threat to personal hygiene, hoarded items can also increase the risk of injury and death in case of an emergency. In some cases, the excessive clutter can cause fires, or the weight of hoarded items can strain the home’s structure, causing cracks and broken floor joists.

If someone you love suffers from compulsive hoarding, it’s important to reach out for help before the situation becomes dangerous. Clutter can impact your loved one’s ability to work, eat, and sleep comfortably in their home. It can be difficult for them to navigate through cluttered hallways and rooms, and it can make it unsafe for pets and children to enter the house. In addition, it can be hard to cook, clean, or bathe in the home due to a lack of space.

The first step in overcoming hoarding is to seek treatment from a mental health professional. This is crucial for the recovery process, and will allow a hoarder to learn how to manage their condition effectively. The next step is obtaining a hoarding cleanup service to completely clear the cluttered home and restore it to a safe and healthy living space. The service will be able to address all of the issues associated with the condition and help your loved one live their best life.

When selecting a hoarding cleaning company, it’s vital to find a reputable firm that has experience and a proven track record. The company should also be licensed and insured. This will ensure that the company has the proper tools and equipment to safely perform the job. The company should also have access to eye protection, gloves, puncture-resistant gloves, dust masks, hard hats, biohazard suits, and respiratory equipment.

If you’re unsure of how to approach a hoarding situation, reach out for help from a local home cleaning service in New York. A team of trained professionals can handle the cleanup, and can also teach your loved one how to cope with their condition moving forward. They can also teach them how to organize their space and keep it clean for the future. The process can be long and time-consuming, but it’s worth it to get your loved ones back into a safe, sanitary living environment. Contact your local SERVPRO(r) today for more information about hoarding cleaning services.

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Top Benefits of Investing in Travertine Look Tile for Your Home

Imagine stepping into a space that whispers elegance with every tile underfoot, where the warmth of the earth meets the sophistication of ancient architecture. This isn't just the stuff of dreams; it's the reality that Travertine Look Tile can offer your home. 

If you're looking for a reliable tilesupplier, you're already on the path to transforming your living space into a masterpiece of design and comfort.

In this blog, we're diving deep into why Travertine Look Tile is the secret ingredient to elevate your home's aesthetic and functionality. 

A Timeless Aesthetic

One of the most compelling reasons to choose Travertine Look Tile is its timeless beauty. With its natural, earthy tones and unique veining, this tile brings an air of sophistication and elegance that few other materials can. 

Whether you're going for a modern, minimalist look or a more classic and rustic vibe, Travertine Look Tile seamlessly fits into any decor theme, making it a versatile choice for any homeowner.

Durability That Lasts

Travertine Look Tile isn't just a pretty face; it's tough, too. Designed to withstand the test of time, these tiles are perfect for high-traffic areas of your home. 

Unlike real travertine, which can be porous and require regular sealing, travertine-look tile is often more durable and easier to maintain, ensuring your floors look stunning for years to come.

Ease of Maintenance

Speaking of maintenance, Travertine Look Tile is incredibly easy to keep clean. A simple sweep and occasional mopping are all it takes to keep these tiles looking brand new. 

Plus, they're resistant to moisture and staining, making them an ideal choice for kitchens, bathrooms, and even outdoor spaces.

Affordability Without Compromise

Choosing Travertine Look Tile means you don't have to compromise quality for affordability. While natural travertine can be on the pricier side, Travertine Look Tile offers the same luxurious appearance without breaking the bank. 

This makes it an excellent option for homeowners looking to upgrade their space on a budget. And, when you find a reputable tiles supplier Sydney, you're guaranteed to get the best value for your investment.

Eco-Friendly Options

For those of us who are environmentally conscious, it's important to note that Travertine Look Tile can be a more sustainable option. 

Many tile suppliers offer tiles made from recycled materials, reducing the environmental impact of your home renovation project. By choosing these eco-friendly tiles, you're not just beautifying your space; you're also taking a step towards a more sustainable future.

Finding the Right Tiles Supplier

The key to unlocking all these benefits is finding the right tiles supplier. A good supplier will offer a wide range of Travertine Look Tile options, ensuring you find the perfect match for your home. 

They'll also provide valuable advice on care and maintenance, helping you preserve the beauty of your tiles for years to come.

When searching for a tiles supplier, look for one with a strong reputation, excellent customer service, and a commitment to quality. 

Reviews and recommendations can be incredibly helpful, so don't hesitate to do your homework before making a decision.

Conclusion 

Investing in Travertine Look Tile for your home is more than just a design choice; it's a smart, sustainable, and stylish decision offering many benefits. 

From its timeless aesthetic to its durability, ease of maintenance, affordability, and eco-friendly options, there's no reason not to consider these tiles for your next home renovation project. 

And, with the right tiles supplier Sydney, you're well on your way to creating a space that's not only beautiful but also uniquely yours. Let the transformation begin!

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