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Blood Orange String Of Fate Theory Amplified.
I was inspired to continue with this post after seeing @freedelusionshere bring up the Blood Orange a while back. Also this is my first full analysis here on tumblr so I am nervous and so excited!!! Please share your opinions and thoughts
Another thing to note is that this not based on my original idea, a while back someone in the #sydcarmy tag explained that Sydney and Carmy possibly met or Carmy saw her before. (I would love to chat with you if you happen to see this post! lol ) The person went on to explain that this possible Sydcarmy moment happened at Empire on the day of The Blood Orange dish that is known to be Sydney's favorite. I support this theory and have some evidence that I would like you guys to read.
SO LETS GETS INTO IT !!!
EVIDENCE 1: The Chef and The Consumer
Food being the central focus of the Bear is used to portray bigger ideas and themes when it comes to its characters. Like Carmy = Tomatoes and Sydney = Cherries explored by @fresaton or @bootlegramdomneess creating the family style vs michelin mode post.
But this time if we look outside of the food and instead looked at the Chef (creator of the meal) and consumer (person who eats the meal) there is a recurring theme about connection and the three things that can come from it. To put it explicitly when a chef creates food for someone the characters either reestablish a current connection, create a new connection or learn something new. Here are some examples:
Marcus and Sydney bonded over a meal after quitting in Season 1 of the Bear. As shown above. (NEW CONNECTION)
Sydney makes a meal for Natalie and they become closer. A display of care and love. (RE-ESTABLISHING A CURRENT CONNECTION)
Luca makes a dish for Marcus as he is learning more during his time in Denmark (LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)
Tina makes mashed potatoes that Sydney's tries and acknowledges is good because it is (CREATING NEW CONNECTION AND LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)
Marcus and Tina in this scene both take the Chef role and Consumer role and are experiencing happiness (RE ESTABLISHING A CURRENT CONNECTION & LEARNING SOMETHING NEW)
Connecting and learning happens during the the CHEF AND CONSUMER EXCHANGE especially when they are in close proximity. Whether work related or not the creation of food changes theses character's lives everyday.
Now I will carry this idea as I also mention a another piece of evidence.
EVIDENCE 2 : Sydney's Creation and Carmys Creation
There is a lot of mirroring between Sydney and Carmy, like a lot. Many times in the SydCarmy tag this is acknowledged by many analysis posts. However I want to focus on two specific scenes that happen in Empire and the Beef.
Carmy rebels and creates the blood orange dish which Sydney receives at Empire
(Picture taken from @whenmemorydies)
This is exactly similar and a parallel to Sydney rebelling against Carmy by giving her Cola Braised creation to a consumer at the Beef
(picture from @whenmemorydies)
Now what is really significant about Sydney's scene is that she establishes a new connection with her consumer. Displaying the Chef connects with consumer idea from earlier.
So this begs the question why wouldn't this have happened at Empire also? As each part of the scene is similar why would the moment of chef & consumer not happen?
Also with how much the blood orange shows creation and rebellion wouldn't it make sense that Carmy was curious about someone who ate this meal?
Curious about her........
Of course there are the other questions like how is this is not shown in the Bear and why the characters do not talk about this in their first meeting?
I think as explored by the original poster of this idea maybe Carmy forgets about this as he wrapped in the early stages of grief as his brother dies while he is at Empire. It wouldn't be surprising if his memory is faulty as that sometimes happen when people are experiencing grief. Also Sydney may not want to address their history because she thinks Carmy does not care to remember.
So this is where the theory ends, I wish I had more cause I loved it so much when I first saw it explored by another person on here.
The thought of any of this being true would make me go crazy me cause i already ship them so much with this possibly added to it I would explode lmaoo
But again THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS FAR I AM NEW TO THE ANAYLSIS PART of Tumblr SO THIS WAS FUN!!
bye for now
#sydcarmy#sydney x carmy#sydney adamu#carmy berzatto#sydney the bear#natalie berzatto#marcus the bear#marcus x sydney#tina sydney the bear#tina the bear#the bear fx#the bear season 3#the bear s3#red string of fate#red string theory
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nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.
based off this prompt from the other day :)
contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.
âAlright, listen up,â Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. âWe need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.âÂ
âYes, Chef!â A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmenâs pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line.Â
âAnd for table nine, weâve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So letâs triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?â Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket.Â
âYes, Chef!â Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock.Â
âTable nine, is that- thatâs the senator?â Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoriaâs station, giving her a curt nod of approval.Â
âNo, thatâs table eleven.â Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. âNine, is⌠a birthday. Booked online.â Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one.Â
The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name?Â
You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. Youâd even invited him over to your place a few times, heâd spent the night last week.Â
Still, Carmen hadnât managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmenâs life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasnât purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasnât ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself.Â
âCarmen?â Sydneyâs voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. âChef, are you- are you good?â Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows.Â
âWhat?â Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richieâs frame blocking most of it. âSorry, yeah- yeah, Iâm good, Chef.âÂ
Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richieâs eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window.Â
There you were.Â
Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. Heâd actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadnât felt since junior high.Â
âAlright, walk five salads to nine.â Sydney called out. âWhereâs our runners? God, Richie, can you run-âÂ
â-I got it.â Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it.Â
âCousin, I can get it.â Richie frowned.Â
âNo, I-I got it.â Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. âI got it. Iâll be- Iâll just be a second.âÂ
âI donât- I canât even handle that one right now.â Sydney sighed in exasperation. âAlright, Chefs. Letâs get back on track.â She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone.Â
Sugarâs cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it.Â
From: RichieÂ
âLook at table nine.âÂ
Sugar huffed.Â
To: RichieÂ
âWhy? Is there something wrong?âÂ
She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen?Â
To: RichieÂ
âIs something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?âÂ
From: RichieÂ
âNo. Cousin wanted to go out there.âÂ
Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end.Â
Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. âHey,âÂ
âHi,â You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. âEverything looks so good.âÂ
âYeah? Thanks.â Carmen nodded. âI-I didnât know you were cominâ tonight.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldnât have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced.Â
âI, uh, itâs my friendâs birthday.â You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. âAnd I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.â Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them. Â
âYeah, no, thatâs really nice. Thank you.â Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didnât see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. âWhy didnât- Why didnât you just call me? Tell me you were cominâ in.âÂ
âI didnât want to bother you.â You muttered softly. âI honestly didnât think youâd even see us here, I swear. I didnât mean to bother you or anything-âÂ
â-Youâre not bothering me.â Carmenâs voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. âNever a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.âÂ
Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmenâs own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.Â
âAlright?â Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge.Â
âAlright.â You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his.Â
âHowâs everything so far?â Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee.Â
âJust let me know if you need anything, ok?â Carmen turned to you.
âI will.â You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection.Â
âGood. Iâll see you before you leave, alright?â Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. âYouâre not botherinâ me. âM glad youâre here.âÂ
Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight.Â
Carmen could feel everyoneâs eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydneyâs gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fakâs wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out.Â
âHey, uh, Marcus.â Carmen ignored Richieâs raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue.Â
âYes, Chef?â Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing.Â
âTable nine has a birthday. I was thinkinâ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?â Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face.Â
âYeah, Chef, I can do that.â Marcus nodded.Â
âThank you.â Carmen nodded. âAnd Chef? Let me know when itâs ready before you walk it.âÂ
Marcus frowned. âNo, itâs not- I just wanna walk it, ok?â Carmen shook his head.Â
âAlright.â Marcus nodded slowly. âHeard, Chef.âÂ
Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. âSo,â Richie hummed. âThere a complaint or somethinâ? Need me to go talk to âem-âÂ
â-No,â Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. âSorry, itâs- No, I-I donât need you to do that, Chef. Everythingâs good.âÂ
Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. âYou gonna tell me what that was about?âÂ
âNo, Chef.â Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. âBut, uh, thereâs not gonna be a check on table nine.âÂ
âWhat?â Richie frowned. âDid you mess somethinâ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong itâs my job to know-âÂ
â-No, itâs not-.â Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. âLook, thatâs⌠The girl on the end? I-Iâve been kinda seeinâ her, ya know?â He muttered.Â
Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. âNo shit.â He grinned. âNo shit? You-Youâre serious?â He turned to look out the window.Â
âDonât fuckinâ look.â Carmen hissed. âLook, it-itâs not a big deal, alright? Just donât-donât say anything o-or do anything.âÂ
Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger.Â
This time, Richie held back. He wasnât sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time.Â
âAlright.â Richie nodded slowly. âNo ticket for nine. Heard.âÂ
Carmenâs foot tapped anxiously. âI mean, right? Th-Thatâs what I should do right?â Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. âThat would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?âÂ
âYeah,â Richie scoffed lightly. âJagoff of the fuckinâ year. Makinâ your girl pay to come to your place.âÂ
Carmenâs heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl.Â
âWalk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.â Sydney called.Â
Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. âSo, you gonna take these out?â He muttered.Â
âNo,â Carmen huffed. âGonna wait until the cake.âÂ
âYeah, good idea, Cousin.â Richie nodded with a proud smile. âThat when youâre gonna tell them no check tonight?âÂ
âNo,â Carmen shook his head. âI donât- It would feel weird cominâ from me.â He looked up at Richie. âI was gonna let you do it.âÂ
âYeah, I can handle that.â Richie smirked. âAnd I wonât say anything, Cousin.â He stopped Carmen before he could say it. âI got you, Cousin. I wonât fuck it up, alright?âÂ
Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmenâs heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.
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THE BEAR 2.02 Pasta
#the bear#thebearedit#the bear fx#sydney adamu#tina marrero#dailyflicks#wocedit#wocdaily#femalecharacters#televisongifs#chewieblog#cinematv#tvarchive#userreh#userallisyn#useriselin#useraurore#tusercora#nessa007#mine
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Familyâs up.
#the bear#the bear fx#the bear fanart#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#art#artists on tumblr#richie jerimovich#marcus brooks#tina marrero#natalie berzatto#sydcarmy#donât ask how long this took me#amy makes art
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"Feel free to say no. This is probably insane and it would just require a lot of training and, I mean, like, a lot of training, like, more than you've probably ever done before, and you also know this place, I mean, it's a fucking hellhole, and why would you want to be here, but-" | THE BEAR SEASON TWO
#i loved tina's storyline this season... badass little mfer GOOD FOR HER. also... her smile!!!!!#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear#thebearedit#the bear spoilers#liza colĂłn zayas#ayo edebiri#sydney adamu#television#*op
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EVERY SECOND COUNTS !!
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#disclaimer!!! i love richie with my whole heart#and he is very beautiful to me#the bear season 3#the bear text posts#the bear memes#the bear#the bear fx#natalie berzatto#richie jerimovich#marcus brooks#carmen berzatto#sydney adamu#neil fak#tina marrero#ebraheim the bear
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One of the most underrated parts of The Bear that I donât see people talk about enough is Tinaâs character development. Seeing her go from openly hostile to Sydney and dismissive of Carmy to happy accepting the position Sydneyâs Sous and calling Carmy âJeffâ instead of Chef like itâs some sort of term of endearment is adorable. She really doesnât get the love she deserves.
#the bear#the bear fx#the bear appreciation post#carmy berzatto#sydney adamu#tina marrero#I hated her at first but sheâs so sweet now#and when she talked to Carmy when he was locked in the walk-in#absolutely perfect
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canât stop thinking abt the only time we see carmy wear a The Beef tshirt is when he cooks dinner for claire. you know, the piece of clothing he refused for all of season 1 (when their restaurant was Actually called that) and asked everyone else to switch OUT of (to white shirts and blue aprons).
something something claire fundamentally does not allow carmy to grow as a person + represents carmyâs backsliding into his past something
#oh the mis-en-scene of it all <3#the bear#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#anti claire bear#sydcarmy#not necessarily a sydcarmy post but when u think abt him associating their new fits (blue aprons and white shirts) with sydney#as in the scene with tina and him saying âyou look like sydâ#Many Thoughts To ConsiderâŚ#the bear meta
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âwe need more platonic relationships between men and women in shows, everything doesnât have to be romantic. why canât we show an intimate friendship without you guys pushing romantic subtext?â
The Bear:
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my sneedles đđ so sneedly my squingliesss đđđđđđ my squigballskwsss đđđđđđđđđ
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WHOLE TEAM EATING
#the bear#the bear cast#the bear s2#the bear fx#emmy nominations#the emmys 2024#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#ayo edebiri#jeremy allen white#richie jerimovich#cousin richie#ebon moss bachrach#liza colĂłn zayas#tina marrero#tina the bear#lionel boyce#marcus brooks#marcus the bear#mikey berzatto#michael berzatto#jon bernthal#bob odenkirk#uncle lee lane#lee lane
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love, i found you |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: how anchovy berzatto came into your and carmen's lives. or the story of anchovy berzatto, dumpster kitten turned spoiled cat.
contains: mentions of animal being abandoned/ stray kitten. small, malnourished anchovy but nothing graphic (i won't do that to you i promise). mainly fluff. language. richie being a hater a little lol.
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âChefs, keep the stations clear-âÂ
â-Has anyone seen Richie?-âÂ
â-Jeff, I need more branzino for the seven fishes-âÂ
â-Heard, Tina. There, uh, I think thereâs some-âÂ
â-Carm, have you seen the books for tonight?-âÂ
â-Has anyone seen Richie? Richie! Where the fuck is he?âÂ
A chaotic melody of screams meshed together in some kind of disarray of harmony, one speaking over the other, the sound of pots and pans clashing, hisses of sizzling food in them a backtrack to the madness.Â
âIâm right here, Sugar.â Richie scoffed, buttoning the front of his jacket. He patted your shoulder in passing, cheek pressing lightly to yours, muttering, âHowâre you, sweetheart? Doinâ good?â In passing.Â
He was the first to notice you, even over Carmen. The rest of the staff bustling through the kitchen prep, trying to squeeze everything in before the family meal. Carmen had invited you to family, but you were starting to regret agreeing, feeling useless and in the way in the face of the hectic nature.Â
âWhere have you been?â Sugar huffed at Richie, heels clacking in a stomp towards the office. âI have a million fucking things- oh, hey.â She paused, eyes lighting in a greeting when they landed on you.Â
âI didnât know you were here. How are you?â Sugar hugged you, a soft side hug in greeting that you returned stiffly.Â
âIâm good. How are you?â You muttered, eyes still scanning the kitchen.Â
Sugar let out a dry laugh, pressing a hand to her forehead. âAsk me in about an hour.â She shook her head. âI have a million fucking things to do as I was telling Richie.â She turned, eyes narrowing pointedly at the man. âOnly two dishwashers showed up tonight.âÂ
âYouâre shitting me.â Richie groaned. âThat fuckinâ jagoff- take a chance on me, bullshit.âÂ
âYeah, so Neil needs to wash utensils tonight between the floor, ok?â Sugar jabbed a manicured nail into her clipboard.Â
âIs there anything I can do?â You squeaked, much smaller than you meant it to. Richie and Sugar turned to you, both blinking, like theyâd forgotten you were even there. âCarm invited me to family, but I can help. I can wash dishes if you need me too. I donât have anything else to do.âÂ
âThat would be-â Sugar nodded in a sigh, a small smile spreading across her face. âDid I ever tell you I love you? Seriously.â She turned to Carm, who was passing behind her. âCarm, donât ever fuck this up with her, you hear me? Iâll kill you.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â Carmen muttered, and you knew by the drone in his voice he wasnât listening, too consumed with other things, discarding vegetable scraps into the trash.Â
âThis thing is fuckinâ full. Can they not- Oh, hey.â Carmenâs features softened at the sight of you, spine straightening gently. âWhenâd you get here?âÂ
âJust a few minutes ago.â You leaned forward, his lips brushing your cheek softly in greeting. âI didnât want to disrupt. You seemed⌠busy.âÂ
Carmen snorted. âYeah, uh, thatâs a word for it. Busy, out of my fuckinâ mind because this trash is fuckinâ full!â He boomed at no one in particular.Â
âNow, I gotta take this out and replace it, and that puts us back, and every second counts, does it not, cousin?â Carmen rambled, glaring at Richie, yanking the sides of the trashcan off the rim.Â
âLook, I didnât know that the two didnât show-âÂ
â-No, of course you didnât. Canât pay attention to shit-âÂ
â-Alright, letâs bring it down.â Sugar lifted her hands, eyeing Carmen with a slight nod of her head towards you.Â
âSorry.â Carmen muttered, eyes lifting to you. âSorry, cousin. I-Iâm just, weâre fuckinâ booked, an-and Iâm so far behind-âÂ
â-Iâll take it.â You squeaked, a little too eagerly. Carmenâs brows furrowed, you cut him off before he could finish. âNo, seriously, youâre all busy. Iâll go take this out and then Iâll help make sure the utensils are ready.âÂ
âN-No, I canât ask you to do that. That would be shitty.â Carmen shook his head, pulling the trash bag out of the can.Â
âGood thing you didnât ask me. I offered.â Your hand wrapped over his, squeezing his closed fist gently with a tiny grin. âGo, I got it.âÂ
Carmen beamed, cheeks tinging pink. If he wouldnât have been in the middle of the kitchen prep rush, he wouldâve kissed you, pressed you right up against the wall and smooched you sloppy. Instead, he let you take the trash.Â
âGary!â Richie called behind you. âMake sure you let her back in, alright? Just knock and heâll let you back in. Youâre a fucking life saver, yâknow that?â Richie beamed, pushing the heavy steel door open so you could duck under his arm.Â
It was surprisingly warm- well, warm-ish for Chicago in the winter. No snow, no need for a heavy jacket but brisk enough for a chill. The dumpster lid was already flipped over, and you were thankful for that, slinging the bag over the edge, turning to go back inside.Â
You stopped, halting just as youâd turned. The tiniest squeak of a cry, desperate and alert. You turned scanning the alley walls, the corners by the dumpster until you heard it again, that same pitiful whimper echoing off the metal of the dumpster- inside the dumpster.Â
You hesitated for a moment. You couldnât leave it, whatever it was, it sounded pathetic and in pain. Your eyes flickered back to the building, you could see Gary in the small window, head turned towards the others. They were so busy, you couldnât ask Carmen or even Fak.Â
âIâll be right back.â You cooed towards the dumpster frantically. âJust hold tight for me, ok? Iâll get you out, one sec.â It was silly, but you felt the need to say it, even if just for yourself.Â
Sprinting towards the door, you knocked on the glass rapidly. Gary pushed it open. âI need your help.â You stopped him before he could walk away. âJ-Just for a second. I promise.âÂ
Garyâs brows furrowed. âYeah, are you- youâre ok?âÂ
âYeah, I mean,â You turned towards the dumpster. âThereâs something in there. I think itâs a cat? I think itâs hurt.âÂ
âA cat?â Garyâs eyes widened, still, he followed your furious pace towards the dumpster. âWait, I-I donât think- Lemme get Carm-âÂ
â-No, heâs busy.â You shook your head. âIt will just take me a second. I just need you to help me get down.âÂ
Gary paused, watching you in complete awe- maybe horror- push off a discarded crate towards the ledge of the dumpster. âThis is- no, this is fuckinâ crazy, Iâm sorry. You donât know what that thing has-âÂ
Your small gasp cut him off, eyes rounding in awe. There in the piles of trash, a fuzzy blip of orange fur nestled into the black bags- a tiny, scraggly kitten, mewling helplessly.Â
âOh my God,â You muttered. âItâs a baby.âÂ
âA baby?â Gary gawked.Â
âA kitten baby.â You corrected, lip jutting. âI have to get it.âÂ
âI really donât think you should be doinâ this.â Gary looked back at the door then to you. âYou canât go in the dumpster, câmon.âÂ
âYou want to go in instead?â You huffed, eyes rolling at his disgusted snarl. âJust- Iâll do it.â You leaned to the side, taking a deep breath of fresh air, swallowing down a gag at the expected smell.Â
Holding your breath, you let yourself fall into the dumpster, the squishy bags of trash uneasy under your feet. The small kitten whined, crying at the shift of your weight.Â
âThis is fuckinâ insane.â Gary muttered, shaking his head.Â
âAye, Sweeps, what the fuck?â Richieâs voice boomed, the slam of the door making both of you jump. âTake your smoke break later, you jagoff, I need your-âÂ
â-Iâm not-â Gary huffed in annoyance. âSheâs in the dumpster.âÂ
âWho?â Richie asked.Â
âMe!â You swallowed a retch, the pungent stench of the trash filling your senses as you crouched closer towards the kitten. At least it wasnât summer.Â
âWhy the fuck is Carmenâs girl in the dumpster?â Richie roared. âCarmen! Get out here now, cousin!âÂ
âWhy is she in the dumpster? Why the fuck are you in the dumpster?â Richieâs furious stomps were muted from the outside. You cringed, still trying to hold your breath, coaxing the small kitten into your hold.Â
The poor thing, so small- so fucking small. Shaking in your hold, crying and whining, but turned into the warmth of your palm. A cry bubbled from your chest, mixing with a gag at the smell.Â
âCousin, what? What the fuck is-â Carmen bounded outside, stopping when he saw the top of your head pop up, out of the dumpster. âThe fuck?âÂ
âYour girlâs in the garbage.â Richie shook his head.Â
âYeah, why the fuck- Baby, w-why are you- What are you doinâ?â Carmen jogged towards you, hoisting himself over the side of the dumpster, arm extended for you.Â
âShe found a cat.â Gary rolled his eyes in annoyance.Â
âA cat?â Richie repeated.Â
âA kitten.â You showed Carmen, pulling the small thing from your chest, where you cradled him close to you.Â
Carmen blinked at you. âYou went in the dumpster f-for a cat? A cat?â He shook his head, confused. âBaby, that thing could have diseases a-and rabies and shit-âÂ
â-Heâs starving.â You countered, lip jutting in a firm pout. Carmen hated the way he could feel himself melting. The determination in your glare, ferocious yet soft.Â
âI could hear him crying, a-and I couldnât leave him.â You shook your head, petting the tiny kittenâs soft fur.Â
âSo you climbed in the trash?â Richie snarled in disgust.Â
âClimbed right in the dumpster.â Gary nodded.Â
âAlright.â Carmen looked over his shoulder at them, a pointed glare on his face. âJust- Lemme get you outta there, alright?âÂ
âHere,â You handed him the small cat, carefully cradling him. Carmen hesitated, a grimace in his scowl. Your eyes narrowed at him, a warning. âHold him gently.âÂ
So he did, of course he did, itâs what you wanted. Passing him to Richie with the same snarl of instructions, pulling you out of the dumpster, a firm hold on your waist as you climbed back over.Â
Richie was passing you the kitten with a grimace of disgust, dusting his hands off dramatically. âThere. Thereâs your garbage cat that can not come back in the restaurant. Cousin,â He glared at Carmen. âWe donât want another fuckinâ C. Get shut down for havinâ fleas or shit.âÂ
Carmen glared at him. âNo, heâs right.â You nodded. âCan you bring me my purse? Iâm going to see if I can get him checked out. Iâll be back.âÂ
âLet me come with you.â Carmen offered, motioning for Gary to go get your things, untying his blue apron.Â
âCarm, no. Youâre busy. I can do it.â You shook your head.Â
Carmen rolled his eyes. âNo, Iâm cominâ with you. Last time I let you do somethinâ alone. End up in the fuckinâ garbage.â He snorted playfully. âBesides, I think thereâs a place down the street. The vet has been in a few times. Iâll see if I can, yâknow, coerce him to squeeze us in.âÂ
âCoerce?â You lifted your brows playfully, petting the tiny kitten gently, trying to still his quivering.Â
âYeah, coerce.â Carmen rolled his eyes, swapping his apron out for his jacket, handing you yours. âGive âim a free dinner or somethinâ.âÂ
âNo fuckinâ way, no.â Richie shook his head. âCousin, youâre already late- Sydney is pissed, and youâre not bringing that fuckinâ flea bag in here.âÂ
You held the small cat close to your chest, still damp from his bath at the vet. Carmenâs coercing had worked, Dr. Vallenti had took the bribe happily, squeezing you both in for a check up. The tiny kitten, barely two pounds, malnourished and positively pitiful. You didnât even have to ask, Carmen knew from the way you held him close to your chest, eyes rounding just barely when the vet asked if youâd be keeping him.Â
âOf course,â Carmen nodded easily, squeezing your knee gently. âJust give him whatever he needs for right now, and what we need tâget. Weâll get it.âÂ
âHe doesnât have fleas, Richie.â You sneered, cradling the small cat in your jacket to keep him warm. His shake was down to a soft tremble, not as constant but still there.Â
âYeah fuckinâ right, rabies then-âÂ
â-Cousin.â Carmen sneered. Richie stopped with a huff, throwing his arms up and muttering something as he stormed away.Â
âHere,â Carmen muttered, a hand on the small of your spine, pushing you into his office. âIâll grab you a bowl and a plate for his food, alright? You just, just stay in here, ok? Richieâs right, he canât be out.âÂ
âIâll keep him in here.â You nodded, sitting in the small chair. âDo you have a towel?âÂ
âYeah, Iâll grab that too.â Carmen slung his jacket off, running a hand through his messy curls. âI, uh, I gotta get scrubbed up and put my stuff on, but if you need anything just yell, alright?â He ducked out to the small closet, snatching a towel and two dishes off the drying rack.Â
âIâll be alright.â You hummed, fingertip tracing down the kittenâs tiny head. He purred under your touch, made your chest burst with warmth.Â
Carmenâs lips pulled in a smile, putting the dishes on the ground for you, shedding his own shirt. You were entirely enamored with the cat, that was for sure, not even a sideways, ogling glance at Carmenâs shirtless figure.Â
âShit.â Your head snapped up, wide eyed at Carmen. âI forgot the dishes. I-Iâm so sorry, I can-âÂ
â-Itâs alright, baby.â Carmen dropped his pants, biting back a smirk at how your eyes did drop this time. âTina got her son and his friend to come in. Weâre good, baby.âÂ
âOh.â You nodded, eyes lingering on his boxer clad ass, before back to the kitten. âGood.âÂ
Carmen shrugged on his chefâs coat, walking over to you. âItâll be kinda a late night.â His eyes softened in apology. âIâll have someone run you a plate when we get outta the weeds, alright?âÂ
âThank you.â You muttered, head tilting back for a kiss. Carmen obliged, your lips pulling him in for a longer kiss than he expected, sweet- left his body burning with heat. âThank you.â You repeated, eyes shining sweetly.Â
âCâmon.â Carmen whispered gently, shaking his head at you. âYou know I would do anythinâ.â He pressed a kiss to your head, looking down at the small kitten before he left.Â
âI think he likes it?â You whispered, on your stomach next to Carmen.Â
It was nearly two in the morning, the two of you just returning back to the brownstone you called home. Lying on the freshly laid tile of the kitchen, you watched the small cat explore the space.Â
âYeah, think heâs gettinâ used to it.â Carmen muttered, shaking the small stick so the feather danced over the kitten, grinning when heâd scrunch and bat at it clumsily.Â
You pressed your head into your hand, watching the kitten prowl, ears finally perked up instead of flat back in fear. âWe have to name him.â You blinked, looking up at Carmen.Â
âYeah,â Carmen grinned. âYeah, that-that would be a good idea, right?â He beamed playfully.Â
You smiled, gently petting the kittenâs back, smiling at how he arched into your touch. âI think it should be something kinda with the restaurant.â You suggested. âSince thatâs where we found him.âÂ
âYeah? Like Bear?â Carmen muttered.Â
Your nose crinkled gently. âHe doesnât really look like a Bear.âÂ
âNo,â Carmen agreed, shaking his head. âMore like a Garfield.âÂ
You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes. âThatâs such a gimme name.â You shook your head. âMaybe not the restaurant, exactly, but⌠similar?âÂ
âYeah? Like Trash Can?â Carmen muttered, lips curling playfully.Â
You gasped lightly, smacking his leg playfully. âNo.â You huffed. âSomething maybe with food?âÂ
âCarrot?âÂ
âNo.â You pouted lightly, head tilting towards the small cat, occupied with Carmenâs sweatpant strings. âWhat about, like, Anchovy?âÂ
âAnchovy?â Carmen snorted in amusement softly.Â
âYeah, like the fish.â You shrugged softly. âAnd cats eat fish- well, in the cartoons they do, yâknow?âÂ
âYeah, I know, baby.â Carmen grinned softly down at you. âYou think he looks like an Anchovy?âÂ
The small kitten turned, perking towards Carmen, padding happily over to him. Your face lit, glowing with beaming pride and adoration as Carmen scooped up the small kitten, let him rub his face into his chest sleepily- sweetly. You thought you might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sight.Â
âAlright.â Carmen laughed lightly. âThink youâre right. Think heâs an Anchovy.âÂ
âAnchovy Berzatto.â You hummed, crawling between Carmenâs spread legs, petting the tiny cat. You smiled so brightly at Carmen, his own cheeks burned, flaming under your radiant affection.Â
Your lips caught him again, pulling him in for a sweet, longing kiss over the small kittenâs head. Your hands in Carmenâs hair, pulling him closer and closer, kissing him like a lifeline- it made his head swim, chest swell with adoration.Â
Anchovy chirped, teetering on a meow and yawn, little paw stretching in Carmenâs hold. Your forehead pressed to Carmen's, you ducked down to coo at the small kitten, moving to sit in between Carmenâs legs, your back to his chest.Â
Home with your little family, complete with the little kitten, Anchovy Berzatto.
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