#HALLOWEEN SYDCARMY

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Samhain's miracle

What if instead of the regular Sydcarmy as an already-established couple who attends a Halloween party dressed as ANOTHER iconic duo (which is still great, don't get me wrong), they are who they are, these 2 idiots in love who can't even admit it to themselves, let alone confess and they are in this dry patch of hell, post-S3, Syd is still contemplating leaving but hasn't decided yet, neither has she decided to sign The Bear's agreement, she's not here nor there and Carmy, who senses everything is wrong between them and that everything is about to fall apart, finds a moment of solace away from all his troubles, when this random kid comes knocking on his door dressed as a mini chef with a little blue apron and he just melts the fuck down but also, all the alarms go off in his head: DON'T DO THIS! SAVE YOURSELF! DON'T BECOME A CHEF, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS, AND YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LIFE! But obviously doesn't say a word and smiles and gives the kid money instead, not without telling him to drop by later to get some treats (that he's gonna make with his bare hands from scratch). The kiddo smiles back and says: "Sure!".

So Carmy gets to work right away and makes these amazing spooky treats, all kinds of them: Glowing Black Widow Oreo Pops, Monster Oreo Truffles, Jack-O'-Lantern Sandwich Cookies, Hocus Pocus S'mores Pops, Creepy Caramel Apple S’mores, etc. About 90 minutes later he hears another knock on the door and he thinks it's the mini chef coming back to cash his Halloween raincheck but it's Syd. Her gloomy face tells him all. He's terrified. She's coming to say goodbye. He can feel it. He knew this day was going to come since he found out about Shapiro's offer, not so long ago. He kicks himself for having said nothing and for not fighting for her. Truth is he didn't want to pressure her or influence her decision in any way. He wanted her to do what she considered right and arrive at that conclusion on her own. She did, and now there she is, standing in front of him with a sad look on her face that speaks volumes, about to tell him that their time together at The Bear has come to an end, she will start over elsewhere but still, thanks him for the opportunity. All of this goes through his mind in a matter of seconds as they exchange glances and breathe the same statically charged air. They both feel like a storm is about to break. The kid suddenly shows up right behind her and when she turns to see him her heart melts, just like Carmy's did earlier. She can't help but show it with a long: "Awwwwww!". So Carmy, who up until that moment was entranced and carefully choosing his final words for his soon-to-be former business partner and someone who could have been soooo much more but never got to be, forces a smile for the kid and in a soft and almost playful tone that Syd never heard before coming from him, cheerfully says: "Hey buddy! Glad, you're back, chef. I was waiting for you, please come on in I have lots of candy for you, you're gonna love my Halloween menu!" The kid's eyes are now completely out of its pockets and that smile is out of this world. "WOOOOW! OMG! This is amazing! I've never seen soooo much candy in my entire life!" "Well, now you have, enjoy it! I especially recommend the Hocus Pocus S'mores Pops, I just had one myself. The kid took a bite and in a matter of seconds was blown away! "They have marshmallow in them! WHAT?!" "Yes, chef!" "OMG, thank you, Sir! This is insane! Best Halloween ever! Thanks!" "My pleasure! Don't forget those truffles!" "No way!" Syd, still by the open door holding her tote bag's handles with both hands for dear life, looks at the excited little chef and wishes him a Happy Halloween, moving out of his way to let him go carrying a bag full of delicious homemade candy by Carmen Berzatto and a bright, joyous and energetic spirit that lights up the whole room and brings a smile to her face too. Once the kid is gone, she looks back up to find Carmy looking back at her, with fingers covered in chocolate and smelling like caramel and she has a change of heart right there and then. Carmy, still silent, waiting for the worst, looks at her pleading mercy. "Sorry, it's almost midnight, I know." "No, it's OK. Come in, Syd. Please." "Yeah." "Sit down. Can I get you something?" "No, no, it's fine-I-I..." "You came here to quit?" She says nothing. All she can focus on is the smell that comes from the kitchen, that is nothing but unbelievable, and the slight mess on the counter that shows signs of having been through a lot lately. "No, Carmy, I came here to talk about this." She produces her cell from her bag and proceeds to check her email and sign the Docusign that has been sitting in her inbox for months. His phone buzzes and he looks at it but doesn't move to go get it. He just stands there. Petrified. Scared. "I need you to send me a new access link, this one expired. I wanna sign the agreement."

A/N: Spooky recipes & treats

Dividers by @violetbudd

[katiethelmie]

The bear and the deer

Last minute Halloween costume for these two, Sydney offers to draw his bear nose

“You’re not just gonna have those bear ears are you?”

“I don’t see the problem in that, do you?”

“Umm yeah actually. Now come here it’ll be quick!”

[g3othermal3scapism]

high school sydcarmy halloween!!!!! 🎃 im so hype for halloween this year

[ambeauty]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Bear (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sydney Adamu/Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Characters: Sydney Adamu, Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Sydney is a very thirsty vampire, Carmy is a very willing participant, this gets really nasty really fast, but also a bit of a slow burn, Bodily Fluids, Hand Jobs, Blood Drinking Summary:

“I’ll explain everything. Most of it when I feed. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” His voice was low and he lifted his arm to start to roll up his sleeve.

“I’m sorry Carm, but this shit isn’t like it is in the movies. I need the carotid artery on your throat.” She jumps on him, pressing her lithe and strong body against his. This was fucked up. Was she lying when she couldn’t reach the veal fat? Was she hiding how quickly her hand healed when she cut it in the sink? When she fell through the wall, Marcus said she was strong, but Carmy assumed it was because their walls were held together with paper mache and Elmer’s glue.

“Does Marcus know?”

“Shh ok. Just focus on me. Now move your head a little to the right.” She brushes his curls back and unbuttons the top half of his whites with practiced speed. She cradles his head in one hand, scratches the nape of his scalp with her stiletto pointed talons that had grown out of her normally neatly cropped fingernails.

He groans, but not out of agony. Out of desire, because he realizes, slower than the rest of his body, that he wanted this. He wanted her to drink from him. What the fuck was this Twilight?

This work is completely inspired by @katiethelmie​ artwork and outline! Please go check out her post for more details.

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[mod-doodles]

It’s not even October and they already ate

Credits: 269a0a Twitter

[noangeleither]

is it safe to say carmy and sydney were the most popular couple’s halloween costume this year besides maybe barbie and ken? like it’s all over social media and a bunch of people have said they saw even more irl!

carmy is def the most popular costume for men it seems and sydney was really popular too.

this is insane for two people who haven’t so much as held hands in a scene. shows how popular the show is, that we aren’t delusional and the bear creators have potential to make one of the best romances in modern TV history.

that’s impact!

[chefkids]

In an alternate timeline, Carmy is getting beat up by trick or treaters because he ran out of halloween candy

and then Syd shows up with a bag of candy to appease the masses

and i think that's beautiful <3

[eros-heartache]

Never Again

Pairing: Sydney Adamu/Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 421

Warnings: Childhood Trauma, Implied Child Abuse. Blood

Summary: Someone from Syd's childhood returns and gets the welcome he deserves.

Events:

@whumpuary 2025 // Day 21 // "Who are you?"

@halloweenhorrorbingo //Square: Resurfacing memories of a trauma long forgotten

[pureseasalt]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Bear (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sydney Adamu/Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Characters: Sydney Adamu, Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Additional Tags: Slasher AU, Slasher Carmy, Possessive Behavior, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creepy Carmy, Final Girl Sydney, woops haha who wrote this, aged down a bit, They're both like 20, sydney is still in college for this one, Minor Original Character(s) Summary:

The man breathes evenly through a wooden mask.

It looks exactly like those kiddie bear masks they sell over at the fair, except jaundiced and mud-like. Or that could be the blood streaked all over its face. Sydney wants to laugh. She doesn’t, though.

She runs.

[glitterslag]

I said it in the notes of a post before but I'm saying it loud: sydcarmy coraline and wybie halloween couples costume

[astuteobservations]

guess who's dressing up as Carmy and Syd for Halloween with her husband?

[katiethelmie]

Vampire AU

Just some lil ideas on the vampire AU idea and extra messy sketches to get into the Halloween spirit!

Literally just make it The bear but Syd is a vampire in this universe

Having her being a vampire, how? Maybe she’s been a vampire for a long time, traveling around the world being the jack of all trades

Always having her cooking be her best skill

She came back to Chicago cause she wanted to be back home again

Found out one of the favored chefs were also back in Chicago and is now working at the beef looking for a sou, she’s intrigued.

Syds outside of the beef, getting ready to go in as she smells something she recognized when visiting that restaurant in New York all those years ago

Let’s make it like he’s a reincarnation of a reincarnation from a person she’s met throughout her immortal life

A hint of blood orange, tart and a bit sweet. Not too strong but just enough to entice her for her fangs to come out

Standing face to face with Carmen Berzatto, the smell of his blood surrounds her and she gets hungry but she abruptly stops herself

Getting the job, Syd has to suppress her urges and confuse her thoughts that if what she’s feeling is a crush, admiration, or just pure instinct to taste his blood.

Or maybe all of the above?

But then she gets to see how he is while working with him then her anger and confusion arises. He’s not what she thought he was

He calls her too green

Her dish is just “not ready yet chef”

and yet she stays because she wants to improve the restaurant and make a difference to a small place.

Maybe even get to know him better, with the life he has right now

No- Not staying just for him, that be absurd and too weird. Right?

She finally quits but still has lingering feelings and she thinks, “What if I just have a taste, then I can leave and it’ll all be over I’ll be done with him and that restaurant. I don’t have to stay.”

She’s traveled all over the world and yet this one dingy place with this blue eyed mam keeps her here tethered

But does she hate it?

“Why? Why him?”

Looking at him and smelling the hint of blood oranges hits her and she’s hooked again, she came to collect her check but she stayed yet again for him

Sprinkle a lil bit of inner turmoil, with the restaurant renovations and Claire situation. Ya know, angst

And how bout him finding out she is a vampire at the end of S2 after friends and family.

Syd gets really weak after service, throwing up and getting her vampire urges

Desperate, she turns to Carmy since he’s the only one left after being freed from the freezer

“I NEED YOUR FUCKING BLOOD CARMY.”

Finally when she takes a bite, it’s literally life changing, life ALTERING like she can’t get enough and doesn’t think she’ll ever get this again so she savors as much as she can take

Secretly also he likes it, he finally feels calm and things go quiet while feeling safe in her arms

This is where spice ensues, cause he takes her back to his apartment to feed more

Once she wakes up the next morning, the bed is a bit of a mess, blood dry on her lips and chest

But there’s no Carmy

She cleans up and heads straight to the bear, and there he is, with dishes in front of him and a cold demeanor

His aura is completely changed

For S3 they make a little deal between eachother.

Carm is her blood bank and he willingly complies as long as she pushes him and he can push her for the restaurant

He thinks this’ll be the chance for him and syd to finally connect better in a weird fucked up way

While also simultaneously being sort of robotic and detached like he sorta was in S3

Also another way for her to stay with him for as long as she’ll have him

More drama ensues etc. idk I’m not good with writing but it was fun silly idea to get into the Halloween spirit!

[g3othermal3scapism]

that deer in headlights halloween costume but with sydcarmy

[mon-chef]

A Sydcarmy Christmas.

Happy Holidays everyone! Please share your Sydcarmy Headcannons, I’d love to hear them all !!!

Here are some of mine:

• Carmy isn’t big on PDA, but he has a stash of mistletoe sprigs that he keeps in his pocket. Periodically throughout the Adamu-Berzatto Christmas celebrations, he will pull Syd into an unoccupied room and put that mistletoe to use.

• I feel like Sydney looooves Christmas. As soon as Halloween is over she is bumping carols around the house. She is absolutely making Carmy put on Santa hats and reindeer ears, the whole nine. I also think she takes so much pride in her gift wrapping. Her presents are so perfect that people feel bad ripping them open.

• I feel like Emmanuel Adamu has a fire sweet potato pie recipe.

• Emmanuel thinks Carmy is a wonderful chef, but doesn’t trust him to make the baked Mac & Cheese.

• Richie, Cicero and Emmanuel and maybe Ted (not Neil) perform old school R&B versions of carols, with the harmonies and everything for the family. (ex: Silent Night by the Temptations). Richie and Ted are definitely toasted on spiked egg nog and the older fellas are stone cold sober. Richie and Ted are genuinely trying their best to get the vocals right which makes it 10x funnier.

• Carmy is super uncle. He buys his niece/nephew waaayyy too many gifts to the point where Shug gets annoyed because they won’t have space for everything in the little kids room. He gets Eva the super loud gifts that he knows will annoy Richie

• When they first got together, Carmy wasn’t into the big family Christmases so he would try to whisk Sydney away to really nice vacations so that they could just spend their Christmas holiday one on one.

[turbulenthandholding]

The cemetery story lives and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!

So I’m doing something fun with @turbulenthandholding , per usual. We are exchanging prompts for sydcarmy stories. I’m going to post a bit from two. Please vote for the one you want to keep reading, and that will be my next story on AO3. Scroll down below the poll to read the stories before you vote!

Prompt 1: Syd finds out Mikey’s grave is near her mom’s. (I actually came up with this one for @turbulenthandholding but accidentally started writing it before I realized what was happening.

The Cemetery Story

Every year leading up to April 8th, she forgave herself in advance for not finding the time to come and visit her mom’s grave on the anniversary of her death. But like always, she somehow found herself here. She brought the same last minute bouquet of white flowers from Whole Foods to lay on her mother’s grave. She knew both that the bones of her mother rested quite literally six feet under where she stood, and that she wouldn’t feel her mother’s spirit. It couldn’t be found on top of or underneath this quiet stretch of grass. She didn’t know where else to go, though, so she came to this place, where she could rub her fingers across the carved letters of her mother’s name.

She allowed her eyes to look anywhere they liked, anywhere except at the dates of her mother’s life etched into her headstone. She had died so young. It was too sad. She sighed loudly, biting her lip. “Love you, mom,” she murmured under her breath. “My life is just as fucked up as when I stopped by last year. I own a restaurant now. Well, co-own, I guess?” she amended. What more was there to say, when you had so many things to say that nothing would come out?

She crouched, letting her fingertips brush the buttery flower buds nestled in the bouquet she’d brought. She tapped one finger to her lips, and then gently touched the headstone. It would have to be enough. Pushing off the wet grass with her finger tips, she stood up quickly at the sound of crunching gravel nearby.

She glanced into and through a large bush, and could just make out someone on the other side of it. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but then the guy started to speak. She knew the voice, had memorized every variation in tone and pitch that it could produce. She knew its whispers, and lately she had become very familiar with what it sounded like screaming in her kitchen. The voice now sounded soft, bereft. She couldn’t hear any specific words he said, which assuaged her guilt over being nosy. She turned around slowly to begin walking away, and then he spoke her name.

“Syd, um. Remember how I told you I was so afraid she’d leave The Bear?” She couldn’t see his face but she could hear him practically sucking on a cigarette. Their location was so quiet that she felt trapped now. She couldn’t leave without revealing herself. The most she could do was turn her face further away.

He cleared his throat. “She um. She didn’t… leave? Exactly? But she told me, that, you know… this real fucking prick, Shapiro- we worked together a long time ago. He’s not that bad I guess? Uh anyway, he offered her CDC at his new spot. She said she really thought about taking it but ultimately just couldn’t.”

He sat in silence for a minute, moving the gravel in front of his foot back and forth in the silence. When he continued, it was almost a whisper. “I fucking know it’s my fault, too,” he admitted. It was strange. She didn’t feel Mikey’s presence exactly, but the air felt thicker. “How do I tell her? That I have no- fucking idea how… to do any of it? Mikey, if you could meet her, you’d get it. She’s so, so good. She doesn’t need me. I have no idea why she’s staying. I’ve been such an asshole. To everyone, to her,” He sighed.

she heard rustling. “I never told you, but when she started at The Beef? I was so fucked up, and she- she, right away, I could see it. I knew her. I knew she was brilliant, to good for that place. Too good for me. Too good for anywhere. But I just wanted to keep her,” he scoffed. “Mike,” he whispered, sounding spooked. “She made this risotto. You would have died. It just… it just needed, like, the tiniest tweak. But, anyway I was a dick about it. But I could taste her future. Her talent is so much bigger than like, I can even comprehend.”

He was silent for so long that she had to peek to see if he was still there. He was. Elegant fingers messing up his own tangled curls, he was biting his lip with red eyes. “I wish I could tell her, Bear,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want to give her everything she wants. Everything. Probably too much. Even if I don’t know how,” he added, that last sentence slipping out in a rush.

She heard his jacket rustle as he shifted. She could hear him humming, almost as if he was reacting to something another person said. And who was she to judge? Maybe he was.

He was quiet for a long moment, his hand worrying over his chin. Syd stared openly at Carmy as he marinated. She watched his face as different emotions danced across his finely carved features. She was pretty sure she saw sadness, frustration, humor, and maybe even a smidge of hope. Or maybe she was just a stalker.

“What would I say if she were here now? I- I don’t know, Mikey,” he admitted, choking out a meager laugh. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Syd, I’m sorry I’ve been such an unbelievable asshole to the one person I want to be better for? Oh, and yeah. I know you wanted to work together but I apparently never learned? And you should be the one teaching me?” He laughed bitterly, on a roll now.

“Or how about this? I tell her, “Oh and Syd, the thought of you working with Shapiro - that fucking prick, Jesus, Mikey, if she had actually said yes to that asshole I’d have never forgiven myself- anyway, the thought of you rather working with him than with me… learning that broke me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Syd. How do I tell you? How do I show you? How important you are? How do I do that without making you feel less than?” He had tears in his eyes.

The weak sunlight cast his hair in a golden glow. In that moment, he looked like an angel who would never be so cunty in the kitchen. She almost admonished herself for using that label. But, she reasoned, men could be cunty too. She almost laughed out loud, but slapped a hand over her mouth.

The gentle slap of her fingers over her open mouth was not what she’d describe as gentle or silent. It was, in fact, audible in the empty cemetery. The smile disappeared from her face as Carmy whipped his head around, his eyes finding hers. They widened first in recognition, then disbelief.

“Syd?” he breathed. “Is that you? What… what the fuck are you doing… here?” he asked quietly, gesturing between them to the bush. Having lost the ability to speak, Syd pointed at her mom’s grave. Carmy took that as an invitation to walk over to her. He stood next to her, and then kneeled down to read her mother’s name.

He smoothed his forefinger over the inscription reverently, just as she had done. He was silent for a long moment before doing something that surprised her. “Hi, Mrs. Adamu,” he whispered. “I’m Carmy. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said awkwardly. Syd’s heart swelled. “Your daughter… I know you’re really proud already, but… I wish you could see her now. She’s really something special,” he muttered, looking down at his feet.

“Carmy,” Syd said hesitantly after making sure he was finished speaking. “Can you look at me, please?” she asked softly.

He looked at her then, his piercing blue eyes meeting her own. She couldn’t swear on it, but she thought she could see his pulse making the skin of his rose flushed neck stutter. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “How much.. um, of that did you- did you hear?” His voice shook slightly.

Syd winced. “Once I figured out it was you, I tried to tune you out but I couldn’t. And I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but like, there’s no way I have left without announcing I was here,” she said simply. “So I stayed.” She twisted a ring around her finger over and over, smiling nervously. She took a shaky breath.

“I believe you, Syd. But uh, how much? Were you here the… the… all that time?” His eyes searched hers.

She nodded, unsure what to say. She moved closer to him. He startled, eyebrows raised. She curled her fingers into the soft cotton covering his shoulder. “Carmy,” she breathed. She nodded. “I heard it,” she confirmed. Carmy closed his eyes, nodding once. He opened his eyes again and held her gaze. “Is there, um. Anything else you… you wanna say?” They were so close now they were almost touching.

His answering nod was so small that she almost didn’t see it. “Yeah,” he replied, his lips all but disappearing into a thin line. “I wanted to say some of this… you know, at the funeral. But then the guy that made me this way was there. And I had to confront him. You know, he’s why, Syd. He’s why New York was so shitty, why I have panic attacks. Why I… why I can’t just be-“ he broke off, his eyes shiny.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I confronted him. He’s still a piece of shit. He will- never change. But then, later, you were gone. And I, I realized. I’m putting all of this shit on you. My shit. Ruining this for you, taking away all the good parts. The things about it you love. I made it all about me, like you said. Syd,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, for all of it.”

Syd wiped at her wet cheeks, taking deep breaths. Looking down, she saw that she had moved even closer to Carmy. She was holding onto the tips of two of his fingers.

Prompt 2: Syd and Carmy are catering a party for Jimmy, post -season 3, in a fancy high rise apartment. Maybe the review came out and it's not bad but it's not stellar and Jimmy is trying to figure it out, so he asks them to do this. Syd and Carmy get trapped in the service elevator with trays as they are cleaning up afterwards

The Elevator Story

The service version of anything was always- by design- less than. Service entrances were often discreetly located on the side or around the back. Service staircases were simply adorned, with no frills. Who would they be for, after all? Utilitarian double doors, forlorn potted plants, and overstuffed cigarette receptacles were some of the glamor one could expect to grace a service entrance. Likewise, service elevators didn’t claim to be anything they weren’t. They were just to get from point A to point B.

Syd, however, would argue that it was more like rising from point A to B on the Y axis. There was not a cute way mathematically to say that she was ascending vertically in a shitty service elevator in a fancy high-rise building in a gentrified, annoying little bubble of Chicago with her business “partner”. They had been down and up a few times, sullenly taking their gear back to the van. But anyway, if the Y-axis was this shitty elevator, shooting straight up toward this building’s event space, then the X-axis was the things left unsaid between herself and Carmy. Things on the x-axis weren’t great. They hadn’t been for a while.

She noticed him looking at her. He had a little smirk on his stupid face. His strong cheekbones and soulful eyes fucking pissed her off. With all of the bullshit he’d put her through, he deserved to have an actual asshole instead of a mouth. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “What?” she asked aggressively, unintentionally flaring her nostrils. His eyes widened in surprise. He seemed to be in a perpetual state of surprise these days. How he could ever be surprised by the situation he found himself in, despite being responsible for it, blew her mind daily.

“Nothing,” he said in a low voice, sighing. “You were mumbling something about math. It was…” he stopped talking, catching sight of her expression. It was their day off, and she was in no mood for his shit. She had ultimately decided to reject Shapiro’s offer, but that didn’t mean much had changed. The big review that came out on the night of the funeral at Ever had been just decent enough escape the total wrath of Cicero. He still threatened them with data from Computer regularly. Hence the catering side job they had both agreed to do tonight. Everyone else had begged off, probably because the tension between Carmy and Syd was thicker than cold veal fat on a chilled plate.

“It was what?” Syd asked neutrally, daring him to say anything. “Nerdy?” She scoffed. She had heard that one before, although Carmy would never insult her in such an obvious way. He would insult her by excluding her. It was much more insidious, eating away at her one small bite at a time.

“It was fucking cute,” he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She could tell he didn’t mean to say it because his eyes grew impossibly wider. He cleared his throat. “Last trip back up there, I think,” he said quickly, clearly keen to change the subject. Syd was glad for the stainless steel utility cart in between the two of them. She’d take any distance she could get.

Syd rolled her eyes inwardly. Outwardly, she tried to keep a neutral expression. But had he truly called her cute? She was torn between smiling and being (even more) annoyed. She felt crabby, and he was picking at her. “You know what would have been cute?” she asked in a neutral tone. Carmy raised his eyebrows, looking earnest. He reminded her of one of those sad old men she saw who sat waiting for their wives on benches in the mall outside department stores. “It would have been a lot cuter and more cost-effective if we hadn’t done that fucking caviar station. But as usual, you didn’t listen to me. I don’t know why I’m even here anymore.”

Carmy had the nerve to look wounded. “Syd, where is this coming from? I agree with you completely! The fucking caviar thing was Cicero’s idea. You believe me, right?” he pleaded with her. She glared at him, one side of her mouth puckered.

“Forgive me for finding that hard to believe,” she said tonelessly. “You know what? Forget it,” she said, waving her hand. She wanted to avoid whatever arguments he desperately wanted to hold onto. “I don’t know why I bother anyway. Let’s just get this over with so we can get the fuck out of here.” At that moment, she noticed that they had been ascending very slowly for quite some time. How long had this little exchange been going on, anyway? They should have made it to the top by now. And she certainly hadn’t heard that whining mechanical noise during their last ascent.

“Carmy, shouldn’t we be there by now? This is taking for-” she broke off as the elevator slowed to a halt. They looked at each other. They heard and felt a grinding shudder below their feet before the elevator was finally silenced. “Fuck my life,” Syd uttered, sliding down to sit on the floor of the elevator. She just wanted to go home and mindlessly disassociate like a normal person. She couldn’t even look at her phone in this elevator; there was no signal.

Carmy held the call button for a long time until someone came on the line. He tried explaining their situation to the operator, but she could not have been less interested. “Sir, let me stop you there. This is a modern elevator. I can see your location in my system. I can also see the error code on the elevator. The motor has overheated. But the ventilation system appears to be in order. I’ll put in a work order for this elevator and call someone out to your location,” she recited robotically.

Syd huffed, sharing an incredulous glance with Carmy. “Um, sorry, but how long will that take?” she asked. Carmy’s brow was furrowed as he stared holes into the speaker.

The lady’s tinny voice responded almost at once. “Oh, no idea. I’ve called them out, but it’s late. I’m sending them to you, but the elevator will probably cool down before they get here. I’ll also alert the building’s management, but they’re not the most-” she stopped talking suddenly. Syd suddenly understood that this probably wasn’t the first issue this lady had logged with this particular building. She sighed.

“How long do you think it will take? Until either the elevator cools down enough, or the technician gets here?” Syd asked, her voice calmer now.

The lady’s tinny voice sounded once more from the speaker. “Thirty minutes to an hour is my best guess,” she said. “Just sit tight. Like I said, ventilation is working properly and this is a really minor issue. There’s nothing wrong with the motor or any other systems. You’re safe,” she assured them.

Seeing Syd’s dubious look, Carmy grimaced.

Ok I am tagging the blog names I can remember off the top of my head but I know I’ll forget some geniuses so please add them if you feel like it’s worth their time! ❤️

@turbulenthandholding @currymanganese @unbeweavvveable @moodyeucalyptus @bioloyg @sashafiercest @fpink202 @thoughtfulchaos773 @sydneys-adamu @purposechef @ciaomarie @amieraisposting @ambeauty @houseofevangelista @devisrina @angelica4equity @imliterallyjustablackgirl @inalltheirgorgeouscolors @laviejaguardia @kdbleu @mitocamdria @sydcarmy @sillygoose375

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Does anyone here see my vision??

(Anyways it’s October, which means Halloween, which means sydcarmy Halloween costumes/spooky AUs? I’m a huuuge fan of Sweeney Todd and I feel like both pieces of media can mesh together really well in terms of an AU?)