#however imperfect they might be lol xx

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SYDCARMY FICS TO COME PART2

PUSH-UP: Domestic fluff: After F-F : Syd and Carmy are together and she's remiscing of the shitty week after F-F and how much has change, while Carmy his working out, basically doing push-ups on top of her. Few hours later, when everyone was gone, when only Nat, Richie, Tina, and her were standing staring at the freezer’s door, Syd truly allowed herself to be angry. I bet so much on this, she thought. Her eyes were watery and glossy and she didn’t know if she was teary from being tired or angry. Tina pat her back before embracing her and whispering to her in spanish:    - No dejes que se te meta en la cabeza, cariño. (Don't let it get in your head, baby) She was thankful, the embrace has allowed her to deeply breath. She allowed herself to muffles some of her worry into the arms of the older woman. Another part of the fic: _____  She thought on her way out she might have heard Carmy’s voice, and seeing the slight halt Richie made, she would assume right, yet, she decided that it was enough for tonight and bypassed Richie who was already at the door, wearing his coat on top of his dark suit, holding the door before her and after her. . They shared a small look, the door closed behind them like the reminder of a prisoner’s life sentence. Syd’s scared to admit to herself that she hesitated on her way to the car. Every fiber of her beeing wanted to scream, yell and curse at whomever. She didn’t have time to scream  Fuck during service, the loud cliking of the metallic back door was resonating in her ears. Damning, haunting and final. The clicking answer of a ghost question, who died on Carmy’s lips that night. But for once, the dark-haired woman couldn’t pass’s Carmy’s feelings before hers. (my fave so far) - AU: It's miss Sydney for you. ( Syd's truly his mother's daughters) How charismatic Syd's applied the Belle, defunt Adamy mother. An upset Sydney, a whimpering Carmy, a bratty Syd. Courtship. - Are you a boy, Berzatto, whispered Sydney. The question gave Carmy a case of tinnitus. This wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement of Carmen’s behavior. The questioning of his entire persona, his entire being to the girl he liked, nay, loved sickened him. He felt dizzy as if the fume of the toxicity of his assumptions were consuming the hairs in his nostrils. -  I do not, want to have to teach you to be a man, Carmen. She said softly, he could hear the displeasure in her answer. He imagined her pouting, her lower lips soft as pillow. Pillows he will never get to ta- Carmen couldn’t stand up, sense had left him.  A shiver had gone through all his body when she whispered his name, he felt sicker and hornier. As if the words before didn’t stab him through his chest, he felt hot.   So, I will explain this and this once only, because I    ‘l’ ‘ i ‘  ‘k’  ‘e’ you, the girl was spelling out and enunciating the word so clearly, as if to make sure the extra space would give enough time to Carmy to grasp the implications of him screwing up with his future fiance. - I will fix this, - Humph, responded the young girl, - No…No, Sydney, an annoyed sound came out of Adamu’s only daughter, a clicking of the tongue that resonated in Carmy’s ear like the ringing bells in town. Bad omen, ill omen. - Miss Adamu, he corrected himself, apologetic, apologizing for daring to even breath the same air, his hands were sweating, his throat was hurting, drained of any ever-existing fluid. He had never had water before Sydney Adamu. Hell, he hadn’t lived before Sydney. So, he sure as hell never had drank before Sydney. He couldn’t allow a world were she couldn’t fathom… Teary like a child on his first day at kindergarten, like a lover waving his soulmate goodbye. Oh God, he wanted to throw up.