#sydcarmy headcanons

[miredball]

sydney and carmy established relationship headcanons:

carmy’s a pet name guy. he’s been weaned on pet names his whole life (‘bear’ ‘sugar’ one could argue ‘cousin’). he uses the typical ‘baby’ for syd, which she loves, but one morning she walks into the office and upon seeing her carmy murmurs a “hey honey” and she gets flashes of a kitchen with a window over the sink, an herb garden, something warm and expanding and joy joy joy

they get found out by the rest of the staff at family. well, it’s a series of family dinners. they start sitting next to each other, then carmy’s arm is on the back of her chair and syd’s rubbing his back after he chokes on some rapini. what confirms it for everyone though happens on a lull in the conversation so everyone hears it. sydney needs something from the kitchen and as she’s getting up, for the bit, carmy motions to scoop the last piece of marcus’ take on a pandan chiffon cake out of her plate. she turns to him with a quickness and a huge fake grin and says “carmen, I will literally fucking kill you” as she backs away, to which carmy laughs (laughing!? carmy?!). then he puts his own slice on her plate. richie and nat share a look and the noise at the table comes roaring back to life before carmy realizes it even left. shouldn’t spook those bears.

they move in together and both feel really good with sharing everyday life with someone else. they go to farmers markets and change the garbage under the sink and get a drawer for carmy’s vintage denim. they leave notes on the fridge, much like they do on the whiteboard at work. there’s photos and take-out menus and also vague post-it notes from syd like ‘quail eggs!!!!!! not real’ or ‘break into 45th and Syracuse – man in farmer hat (durian connect??)” and lame weird inspirational quotes from carmy “There’s no one thing that’s true. It’s all true❤️” and sydney’s like what and just thinks they’re funny and doesn’t really make sense but loves him a lot

when carmy can’t sleep he makes sure the blankets are warm around syd and hangs out by the open window for a smoke. he doesn’t smoke as much as he did before and he’s working on cutting it down. sometimes syd wakes up and comes out the bedroom to find him and says “carmy” and sleepily perches on his lap, arm around his shoulder and curls her head into the crook of his neck. her fingers hold onto his gold chain and he stubs out his cig and plays with her hair instead.

[under-the-table-podcast]

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[afrofairysblog]

I agree with all of this and I especially love the third one 🤧🥹

hi these are some of my sydcarmy headcanons:

* i love reading fics where they both realize they like each other and then start furiously making out but. also. what if carmy asks syd out and she’s a little skeptical about it at first? but she agrees to go on the date anyway — and carmy takes her out to a little fancy joint by the river and is so nervous about messing up that his hands are so so so shaky and he can’t even pour the wine into their glasses right. so he fumbles through some half apology half speech about how he’s just really happy she’s here and how he really really really likes her and how he’s honestly glad that she was willing to give him a chance and how he’s very anxious because she looks so pretty in that dress she’s wearing. and syd realizes that, holy shit, he really does like her — and she thinks she really likes him too. so they wine and they dine and when the night is over he takes her home, walks her up to her door, and doesn’t kiss her because he says that’s something he’d like to do on the third date, if she’ll have him. and of course, she says yes, she would like to go on more dates with him — she says yes like he just proposed to her, because they’re so intense about everything they do.

* i think that syd and carmy, carmy especially, are the type of people to be vaguely private about their relationship. like, it’s very obvious that they are together, they won’t hide it — if you see them in person, if you see the way they look at each other, move with each other, the way they talk to each other, you will know that they’re together. they will casually mention each other in interviews and articles, refer to the other as their partner. but they will not post a million pictures of each other on social media, they are not that couple. there will be the occasional, slightly vague post — a picture of carmy in his chef whites, back turned to the camera, posted to syd’s instagram account to congratulate him on The Bear’s fifth year of service. A congratulations to chef sydney adamu on her james beard nomination tweeted to carmy’s twitter account. and if they ever do attain that level of fame, there will be the occasional pap shot of them walking back from a deli, or a farmer’s market (in true JAW fashion). but unless you’re close to them you’ll only see that surface level to their relationship

* i know that they’re roughly the same height but in my head sydney is just slightly taller than carmy, just by a few inches, nothing too big. carmy is not the type of person that cares about height, it’s not a big insecurity of his, and deep down, he finds the similarity in height between him and syd to be quite grounding and comforting. he likes being able to hug her and comfortably put his chin on her shoulder. he likes how it doesn’t feel awkward when they put their arms around each other, and how neither of them have to bend down or get on their toes to kiss each other.

* another thing i absolutely love in fics — when syd just gets the opportunity to talk about her hair. i don’t think carmy is ignorant, but realistically, he does not know about, for instance, the difference between 2b and 4c hair (as in, the labels) and how to care for 4c hair, which (i’m pretty sure) syd has. like, i think hair care would be such an important aspect of their relationship — syd teaches him about protective styles, tells him why she sleeps with a satin scarf wrapped around her braids, what silk presses are and why she has to spend a good twenty minutes wrapping it up each night before she goes to bed. and carmy helps her take her braids out, because four hands are faster than two, he helps her put twists in, helps her blow dry and comb it out the night before her next appointment. and sixth months into their relationship, he becomes a walking glossary — he will tell you what leave-in conditioner is, what edge control is for, why you shouldn’t buy cantu products, the textural difference between synthetic and human hair. and secretly, he thinks to himself, this will also be useful information for him to know if he and syd ever have kids one day because yes — carmy doesn’t do things halfway and he is already thinking that far ahead.

[g3othermal3scapism]

dont EVER talk to her or her daughter or her situationship-turned-coparent again

[conceived-angel]

i fear the sydney "honey" adamu thing is gonna be in every fic of mine from now on 🥲 it's so fun and cutesy to me, and i love how it compliments carmy's "bear" and nat's "sugar"

[only-one-brain-cell]

Headcannon that Carmy can dance but none knows not even Sydney. Everyone finds out at Sydcarmys wedding.

[yannaryartside]

Luca is relatable as fuck

I love him

Like, to see him making questions to the point of dragging the other chef to boredom, was the neurodivergent representation I didn't know I needed from the Bear (there are popular headcanons that Carmy and Sydney are on the spectrum too, but this was raw). I love him. I love him so much you guys have no idea.

It definitely seemed they have expanded on his character to be more “like Syd,” especially in a cut scene of Carmy speaking with other chefs. Like they were trying to said Luca is more like Syd in the social aspect. Like they are more “compatible” in plain sight. Moreover, when Syd and Luca started talking the chemistry was instant. I also like the comparison of Luca’s injuries and Syd’d injuries in their first days.

Carmy still was pretty close off and distracted in his conversations, didn't feel more at ease than in the Bear but at least I am happy he didn't try to be “Logan” (I know I am being an ass, I have been there, masking is kinda in the job description, but I don't want to see Carmy doing that shit ever again).

[undead-moth]

I do think it's funny seeing Carmy /x reader prompts and fics with like, a very dominant sexually-competent Carmy lololol because to me Carmy is nothing if not someone who has visibly had very little sex in his life, with very few people, and has no idea why it's been so unfulfilling every time or why it makes him so uncomfortable -

Like, Something about the worst of his trauma being because one person hovered over his shoulder giving orders expecting an impossible standard, and insulting him incessantly for not being able to do the impossible and not being able to be perfect...Him saying in AI anon that he didn't have any girlfriends in high school which was then followed by years of extensive life-consuming culinary training...His awkwardness and uncertainty with Claire, and whether or not she was his girlfriend....Him having his panic attack as flashes of his intimate scene with Claire go through his head - and then it's thoughts of Sydney praising him that calms him down...not being able to handle the pressure of running the whole restaurant and giving everyone orders...him taking complete control of everything, even the menu this season, and him trying to control everything being a symptom of his trauma, and it being the most unhealthy coping mechanism for him...and even seeing him almost have another panic attack again until Sydney looks at him and says very firmly, "I need you to calm down. I'm not your fucking babysitter," and immediately, he's fine, lmao.

He is submissive and he has no idea because he's had so few opportunities to explore his sexuality or even find someone he's comfortable being vulnerable like that with.

Sydney could fix him with easy, immediately achievable directions, punishments of his choosing, and praise, is all I'm saying, lmao.

[whenmemorydies]

Cousin knocks your sketchbook over at work and the nosy motherfucker finds the ONE page you dared to draw Syd on. Including your memory of her at Empire: watching her eat your hamachi with blood orange through the kitchen's service door.

You ignore Richie when he asks you when you saw Syd without her braids. You turn red when he calls Syd an angel and winks at you.

One day, you'll tell her you knew it was her the minute she turned the corner in The Beef's kitchen. You'll tell her you couldn't remember what UPS was because you were too busy trying to figure out how she found you.

You'll tell her how grateful you are that she did.

One day.

But not now.

Now, you have to deal with cousin.

[augustmonsooning]

I just had the terrible thought what if Carmy knows that the best meal of Sydney's life was at EMP, just not which dish - he thinks that the best thing she ever ate was something that asshole David Fields made him cook, and so he tries to get into that headspace for her.

Kind of like he tries to become a proto-Mikey for Claire, he assumes Sydney wants him to be the kind of person who would make those David Field-esque dishes.

"this is what you wanted originally, and that's what I'm giving you, and it's so awesome"

"no, not awesome, dude"

To paraphrase Tommy McGee, Carmy is after all just a man trying to make Sydney happy

[miredball]

sydcarmy meeting as kids au!!!

the berzatto kids help out at The Beef on the weekends. it’s fully a mom and pop operation. mikey’s there so naturally richie’s there too and they’re both teenagers and richie mans the counter all rowdy and loud but boyish and charming and old ladies love him

nat buzzes around donna eager to be useful but donna shoos her away or straight up just ignores her the whole day pretending not to notice nat tugging on her shirt saying please mom please

at the end of the day she sits on a stool at the counter mopey and sad but then richie asks her to count the register because he says he’s “fucking godawful” and she feels a little less useless after that

mikey being the oldest works in the kitchen. first he’s prepping vegetables or making the sauce and at some point their dad stops trying at all so he has to pick up the slack and starts to miss more and more classes to help out at the restaurant

one time he’s running out for school in the morning when he sees donna at the dining table sobbing into her palms saying no one wants to help her and she has no one and everything’s always on her on her on her (one person called out sick). mikey misses another big test and has to redo another year

CARMY! carmy is the shiny baby of the family that everyone teases will “make it out”. he doesn’t really know what it means but he sees how it makes his mother scoff and she’s always meaner to nat after

he loves being mikey’s little sidekick, always the one to get this and grab that and stir the sauce carmy don’t fuck up! he’s growing to be hungry for the noise and smell of the kitchen but he’s also little so uncle cicero ushers him out from the hot burners and sharp knives whenever he can

on the less busier hours of the day carmy draws or does homework at one of the tables. mostly he draws. he’s usually quiet but will share the rest of the seats when some customers ask are these seats taken?

mikey brings him in early one the morning and shows him how to braise meat. he does everything his big brother tells him to do and everything punctuates with a makes sense in his head and he’s little but he just gets it

carmy gets pulled into the line and next thing he knows he’s ten years old grabbing bread and butter and his beef and he’s got two wrapped sandwiches on a tray

richie tells him who it’s for and he brings the food out to a smiley dad and laughing daughter in their Sunday’s best

the girl has beads in her hair and they click and clack together when she turns her head to look at him when he says hello

he gives them their tray and stands next to richie behind the counter nervous and tries not to stare at the two people eating the food he made

he fails at the try-not-to-stare part but it’s okay because they get a bite in and the girl’s eyes widen, a little jokey to make her dad laugh but also a little real, and she’s nodding her head while she chews like she’s trying to process what she’s tasting and he hears her say “cool” and her dad asks “you like it?” and she says mmhm and takes another bite and carmy feels something full and bright growing in his chest

carmy grabs his sketchbook and color pencils under the register and draws an Italian beef sandwich over a checkered blue wrapper. he tries to remember everything mikey told him about braising beef and served au jus and writes it all down on the sides. at the end of it he tacks on the word “cool” and draws a cloud around it

[zorrasucia]

Promptober 7. Orgasm Control

from @carmenberzattosgf list

SydCarmy (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1.1k)

Tags: Smut, Porn with a little Plot, Edging, Sub!Carmy, SoftDom!Syd, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Baby's First Sydcarmy Smut Pls Be Nice :)

"Syd, please," Carmy buried his sweaty face in the crook of her neck, breathing hard. He was clenching his fists on the bed sheets underneath them.

Syd caressed the hair on his nape. "Shhh," she soothed. "I know, I know."

Her hand went from simply holding his cock to pumping him lightly, barely any pressure, but it made him whine with how sensitive and hard he was.

"Fuck," he started pressing kisses on her neck. "I'll be better. Fuck. I'll be good for you."

"Yeah?" Syd asked dryly, tilting her head to let him keep on kissing her. "I don't know, Carm... Sometimes I think you get off on it. Being an asshole. And then you drive me home and ask me to make you beg for it... Like, how do I know you're not doing it on purpose?"

"I'm not," he said, his big eyes pleading. "It sometimes- fuck- it gets too much and I lose it. I'm trying. I promise."

Syd nodded, pressing a little harder, going a little faster, making him groan into her shoulder.

"And this is your fucked up way to say you're sorry?" it sounded more as a statement with Syd's flat delivery. 

She knew it was. They had been here before. And she would never say it out loud but she liked these apologies way better than him doing the sign for sorry in the kitchen and then forgetting about it. This was real. He had to grovel and atone and it made her feel so powerful... They were both pretty fucked up when it came to it.

"Mhmm," he nodded on her shoulder, messing his hair even further. "I'll do anything, Syd. I'll even go home without cumming just- Please."

"Hey, I'm a hard ass but I'm not cruel, Carm," she chuckled, rubbing his back, keeping the rhythm of her hand steady.

He shook his head. "I was so shitty today," he let out a moan and something in Syd's belly stirred.

"Yeah, you were," she said, adding a little turn on the upstroke that made Carmy shake with pleasure. "Losing your temper, screaming at everyone... Pretty embarrassing..."

"I'll be better. I promise," he let out a shaky exhale as he looked down, her hand was gliding easily with how much precum he was leaking.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Syd, I'll be so good," he panted.

He was close, squeezing on the mattress to stop himself from fucking into her hand.

Syd let go of his cock completely and went to squeeze his thigh instead, trying not to enjoy his pathetic whine too much.

"How? How will you be good, Carm?" she asked, controlling her voice to hide just how flustered she was.

Carmy took deep breaths, squeezing his eyes, just trying to think. "I'll, uh, I-"

"Take your time, baby," she said, kissing his forehead.

"I'll, uh, I'll go back to the way we were labeling produce before," he blurted out. "Only the date was fine, we don't need the hour thing."

"Okay," Syd grinned, soothing the skin of his thigh. "There's probably more pressing stuff but I agree."

"I'll stop picking fights with Richie. I'll let you run the expo," he said quickly, starting to think clearly.

"I like that," Syd said, arching her neck again when Carmy leaned over to kiss it. "Anything else?" she asked breathily.

"I'll eat you out."

"Ha! That's cheating."

"I will, though," Carmy teased and after a pause of just kissing Syd's skin he added: "And I will apologize."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Syd's hand went back to his cock, pumping steadily, watching Carmy become a mess from her touch alone.

"Shit. Please," his voice was hoarse.

"You've been so patient," she cooed. “So good.”

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. Her hand pressed a little harder. “Please don’t stop.”

"I won’t. I think you deserve good things, Carm,” she said honestly. “You deserve to feel good.”

“Thank you,” he let out a long exhale. Feeling how close he was, he searched for Syd’s eyes, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Syd.”

“I know you are, Carm,” she replied softly, her thumb rubbing on his slit. “You can cum, baby."

“Fuck!”

He came, shaking and panting, every messy thrust of his hips against her hand followed by a low moan. 

Syd watched him fall on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed in complete bliss, sweaty and undone, and she smiled fondly. She loved those few minutes after he just released when she could just stare at him, relaxed and unburdened, exhausted and beautiful.

Eventually, he opened his eyes. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. She handed him a water bottle and he drank eagerly. While he recovered, she carefully wiped her hand and his chest with a wet cloth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said primly.

“I meant it,” he said suddenly.

They fell in a comfortable silence as his breathing went back to normal.

Syd tilted her head. “About you being sorry? I know. We’ve talked about it, Carm. That’s the whole-”

“No, no, uh,” he interrupted her and sat up. Then he leaned in to kiss her lips.

She gasped. He had never done that. Not on her lips. And especially not after they were done. 

“What are you-?” she mumbled before surrendering into a second, more lingering kiss. She cupped his face, following him when he fell back on the mattress.

“I meant that I’ll eat you out,” he whispered against her lips. “If you want me to.”

“Fuck, Carmy,” her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. She pulled on his lower lip with her thumb - he kissed it. “I do. I want you to.”

He helped her out of her jeans, marveling at how wet she already was. 

“You were getting off on this,” he realized.

Syd grinned. “Every time. As soon as you left, I would touch myself, fuck my fingers,” she confessed, her tongue loose now that Carmy’s was deep inside her pussy.

“Shit,” he exhaled on her clit and made her shiver.

“Just-” Syd carded her fingers through his hair, tugging a little so he’d look up. “No funny business.”

“What do you mean?” Carmy asked, his fingers teasing her while he was talking.

“I don’t want to beg for it. I actually, really want to cum,” she explained. “Not all of us are freaks that want to be psychosexually tortured in our free time.”

Carmy laughed - a big laugh that made Syd melt a little inside.

“You enjoyed doing the torturing - that seems pretty freaky to me,” he teased. Before she could come up with a retort, he pushed his middle finger inside her, making her moan and arch her back. “But no. I would never. I actually, really want you to cum too, Syd,” he said and buried his face between her legs.

[kyloknightren]

i need carmy to be a lot more flirty with syd this season i feel like they’re going to be angry flirts sometimes

similar to marcus throwing the phone this time carm makes a joke about something and syd has that angry face she used to get all the time in season one and she tries to hit him with something but he dodges it and kind of smiles (s1 he cracked a little smirk he tried to hide with her in the kitchen)

a moment of pissed off sydney going “carm, carmy. i don’t give a fuck.” cause she’s tired of him rambling off with an excuse again and she just wants to move on and get shit done

likewise carmy being a bit ticked off by sydney and saying her full name instead of the shorthand “syd” in a “lady come on!” tone (again a repeat of s1 dynamics when syd is going over the cog)and her looking at him like “stfu and calm down the attitude”

syd and carm are trying to figure something out and sydney is trying to get on the laptop saying "i got it i know what to do" but carmy is intentionally being annoying "no i got it you go back to the kitchen" "carmen i don't trust you with paper work anymore the last time it was full of typos just go" "i didn't-" she sits down on the computer once he stands and just shoos him away ignoring him

syd pissed off at carmen and holding a finger up interrupting his bs talk and going "don't...even get me started" and just walking away 

[g3othermal3scapism]

sydcarmy are lesbians if u really think about it!

[thoughtfulchaos773]

It would be cute if Carmy talked to Emmanuel to help him understand Sydney better and explain her side. Like Pete did for Natalie in 1x04 when he goes out of his way to go to Uncle Jimmy's house so Carmy could talk to his sister.

The more I write about this, the more I can see this, especially if Emmanuel is back to disagreeing with Sydney's choice to stay in the industry.

[noangeleither]

just had a thought/headcanon/wish that made me tear up.

carmy repeating “I wouldn’t want to do this without you” from their under the table talk during his vows to sydney.

he would be such a wreck too, voice shaking, tearing up (just like under the table🙂)

i just love weddings….

ok bye