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[tvgremlin]

Sydcarmy power outage fic please 🙏 Just think of the romance and candles

This is such a fun idea! I had a blast writing it, thank you so much!

Black out

“Should we tell ghost stories?” she asks him. The candle illuminates her face, painting it peach and maroon. 

“I don’t know any,” he tells her. He’s sitting across the table from her, dressed in the same warm glow. 

“Sure you do,” she’s smiling, joy reaching every corner of her face, “tell me about your mom.”

He laughs.

Around them, the apartment is in a stifling heat. It’s August in Chicago and half the city is without power. They are sat at his table with corner store candles and pints of half-melted ice cream. Carmy feels that it is halfway to heaven.

Syd leans over to steal a spoonful of his mint chip. He shoves the pint towards her without protest.

“Thanks,” She says, still smiling. The light dances across her features, making her beauty severe. He loves her here. 

Outside kids begin to fill the street. Dressed in athletic shorts and tank tops they move around with reckless abandon. One has a case of leftover Fourth of July fireworks and is attempting to organize setting them off. 

They watch them from the window, waiting for the show. 

Bursts of red, white, blue, and gold fill the sky in front of them. She beams as one crackles and pops, exploding in a rosy hue. He loves her here.

He scoots his chair over to sit beside hers. She drops her head to his shoulder, he presses a kiss to her head.

“This isn’t so bad,” She tells him.

“It could be worse,” He rests his head against hers.

The sky is still lighting up in front of them, but it is dull in comparison to their light. 

She loves him here. She thinks she always will. 

[loveandthings11]

[tvgremlin]

Love reading your work! If you’re still taking prompts, maybe something with a hurt/comfort moment?

Thank you so much! Here is you're hurt/comfort with a dash of Carmy and Richie acting a fool because I couldn't resist!

Reminder that my ask box is still open for prompts- I've almost worked through my backlog so keep them coming!!

Anyway... heres the fic!

Citrus

They are standing side by side in the kitchen, prepping citrus. She’s dicing a grapefruit, he’s zesting lemons. The toes of their shoes touch. She loves him here.

He’s making her laugh with a story about an old colleague when her hand slips, slicing into the thin webbing between her thumb and pointer finger.

“Shit.” She says, sucking in a breath as a river of crimson falls onto the cutting board. She feels his hand come to wrap around hers, a rag placed to stop the bleeding.

Both of them are shaking. They pretend not to notice.

He takes her into the office, his hand on her arm as he guides her down the hall. She has started to cry now. She is not proud.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, “You’re okay.”

His words are tender and caring. She is safe here. 

“Let me look at it,” He pulls the rag away, examining the wound. It’s not as deep as he originally thought. They can handle it here. 

“It’s not that bad,” He sits her down at the desk, crossing the room to get the first aid kit. “I’ll clean it and you’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” She’s calmed down a bit, comforted by his presence. He is steady, he is good, and he cares about her.

She loves him here.

He cleans the wound with his forehead pressed against hers. 

“You're okay,” He repeats as she sucks in a harsh breath, “You’re okay.”

She watches as he wraps the cut, his touch so tender it is almost painful. She feels treasured here. Cared for like a blessing rather than a burden. 

“Thanks,” She says, “I’m better now.”

Her words carry more meaning than either can process, so they let it hang in the air. In the space between their noses and lips, the truth sits. That this is it for them. 

This was always how it was supposed to be.

He kisses her then, his lips soft against hers. She loves him. She hopes she finds the courage to say it soon. 

Her good hand is in his hair, deepening the kiss. God, he is so good.

“You okay Chef?” Richie calls out, making his way towards the office to check on her, only to be met with what was to him, an unsavory sight.

“Jesus Christ, get a room cousin!” he yells as they separate, hideously embarrassed.

“Fuck off!” Carmy pulls away from her, cheeks flaming as he goes to shut Richie out.

“Hey, Sorry for interrupting,” Richie holds his hand up in mock surrender, laughing at Carmy’s anger in the process, “I just wanted to check in on Chef Syd.”

“I’m okay,” She says from her place at the desk, holding up her bandaged hand as proof, “Carmy took good care of me.”

“I bet he did.” he winks at her. 

“Cousin!” Carmy is on him again, “You can’t say shit like that!”

Behind him, Sydney is laughing now too, because, despite everything, she is so fucking happy.

Her man and his family surround her in the restaurant they built. 

She has everything she ever wanted, and everything she never thought to want.

And she shares it all with the person she loves.

thank you for reading! Read the rest of the prompts and my other fics here

[tvgremlin]

Sydcarmy family fluff future fic pls!!! I beg!!! I love your work btw 😭

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that <3! Family Fluff was the first genre of fic I ever read back in the fanfic.net days and is still an all-time favorite of mine so I LOVED this request! The fic is under the cut <3

Baby Bear

From her place in the highchair, their daughter screams for her parents. Cecilia Berzatto, with her unruly curls and wide brown eyes, demands attention. 

Her father is the one to give it to her. Carmy scoops her up, placing her on his hip as they move around The Bear’s kitchen. 

“You got her?” Sydney calls from the office. Across from her Sugar rolls her eyes, returning to the expense reports. 

“Yeah! We’re good!” He yells back, bouncing Cecilia on his hip. The girl squeals, grabbing at the straps of her father’s apron. 

“Isn’t it a little excessive to bring her in for prep?” Sugar asks, laughing at the look that crosses Syd’s face.

“She likes being here,” She tells her, “And we like having her.”

“Fair enough.” Sugar is still smiling. She had known since she heard the news of Cecilia’s impending arrival that it would be like this. Syd and Carmy side by side in the kitchen, their child slotting in effortlessly between them. 

Cecilia even has her own set of blues. A mini apron and white onesie that Syd dressed her in for Halloween that year. A photo of her and Carmy wearing the outfits as they grin at the camera sits on the expo station. 

“What is that?” Cecilia asks from her place in her father’s arms. Her chubby hands point to a dish he had been workshopping, Duck with a blood orange jus. 

“That is duck with an orange sauce,” He tells her. His hand is on her head smoothing out her mess of curls. They are the only piece of him he hopes she inherits. 

“Yucky.” She sticks her tongue out as she says it, making him laugh. She smiles, it is all her mother’s.

“Yeah, Bear. It’s yucky.”

He presses a kiss to his daughter’s head as she giggles. She finds her nickname endlessly amusing. 

In the dining room, Richie can hear his niece laughing. He has yet to greet her, not wanting to take her from her father’s arms. 

He knows better than anyone how precious those moments are. Who is he to rob his cousin of that time?

“Can I have a snack?” Cecilia asks, beginning to squirm.

Carmy glances up at the clock, realizing it’s nearly time for her dinner and The Bear’s family meal. 

“Yeah, in fact, it’s dinner time.” She smiles, “Do you want to go get Mommy and Aunt Sugar and tell them it’s time to eat?”

She nods, her little head bobbing up and down furiously. He places her on the ground, watching as she takes off running through the kitchen. 

“Mommy, Auntie Sugar!” She yells as she comes barreling toward her mother. Sydney manages to catch her, placing her daughter in her lap.

“What is it, Bear?” she asks. Carmy appears in the doorway ahead of them, his eyes fixed on his girls. The two most important things in his life. They are all that matters. 

“It’s dinner time,” she tells her, a chubby hand clutching her mother’s braids. She is all Carmy here, serious and loving.

“Is it?” Sydney looks up at Carmy, who nods, grinning at her, “Then we should let everyone know.”

“I know it’s dinner, Bear!” Sugar tells her niece, “What are we having?”

Cecilia looks at her mother, confused. Sydney leans down, whispering an answer in her daughter’s ear.

“Spaghetti!” She confidently parrots to her aunt, “With Uncle Mikey’s sauce.”

“Wonderful,” Sugar says, willing her voice not to break. 

Sydney takes her daughter from the office and into the kitchen, calling out to the staff that it’s time for family. 

The staff files into the dining room, taking their seats as Cecilia greets each of them with a wave and a kiss. 

They place Cecilia’s high chair at the head of the table, her parents on either side of her. She is the star of the show, holding court over the crew. Richie makes her laugh, Tina calls her beautiful, Sugar showers her with praise, and Marcus sneaks her extra helpings of dessert. 

She is their light at the end of the tunnel, the sweetness for which they all pin their hope. She is all things good and worthy, and she is loved beyond belief.