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Camille looking at Richard a short thread:
Carmy looking at Sydney a short thread:
A.K.A. thread about “CB”s being I love with their partners
#camille bordey#carmen berzatto#they invented#if you left me I would be sick#and I love that for them#camichard#sydcarmy#richard poole#sydney adamu#wait til I make their opposing edit#it’s even worse#THEY NEED TO DOUBLE DATE#they would be besties#death in paradise#the bear#Camille x richard#carmen x sydney
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poached- sydcarmy
a/n: came across this idea by @the-real-bruce-banner and fell in love!!!
please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!
summary: carmen said some terrible things, can he fix it?
pairing: sydney adamu x carmen berzatto
warnings: mad angst, carmen is so mean, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, talks of vomiting, no happy ending :(
Carmen slammed the door of the office so hard, he was sure he’d broken it off the hinges.
It had been a gruelling four weeks. Everyone could see it. Carmen had flown off the handle, again.
He felt uncontrollable, his life unmanageable, and his restaurant? Broken.
What was it this time? You may ask. Well, it all started with that damn poacher.
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He looked so fucking smug. His nice suit, his expensive glasses, his gucci shoes- in the kitchen of all places. He was supposed to be looking around the kitchen, looking around for a new Chicago restaurant that was meant to be interesting, more of an experience than a meal. But he was paying too much attention to the staff. To Sydney.
Carmen’s fists balled and the tension in his body rose. Why was she talking to him? She had no reason to. Then again, she had no reason not to. Who was he to stop her? They were meant to be business partners. She could talk to whoever she wanted, he wasn’t her father, nor was he anyone who should dictate her life.
So why was she talking to that guy?
“He’s a poacher,” Ritchie puffed out a large cloud of cigarette smoke. “I’ve seen what those guys do. They just sweep in and take your people, just like that.”
Carmen’s blood boiled.
“People like working here, we’re a family. He’s not getting our people.” Fak reassured the both of them. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’d be worried,” One of the new wait staff, Lindsey chuckled as she stamped out her cigarette. “I heard they were offering Chef Sydney her own restaurant.”
She walked inside as Cramen’s eyes glazed over and his ears started ringing.
Sydney. Sydney leaving him. Sydney, his Sydney, leaving him. She would go off, she’d be amazing- better than him. She’d made the menu she wanted, not the one he did. She’d call the shots, she could do it too. She did it on opening night. She was more than capable. She was the perfect person for the job.
Fuck.
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It was late. 1:07 am to be exact. Carmen thought he was the only person left in the building, too busy reading over bills and bank statements, while simultaneously thinking about how he could even try to run the Bear without Sydney. She pushed him to be better, to do better.
What would he do without getting to see her face in the morning?
A knock sounded at the door and pulled him from his thoughts. He called ‘it’s open’ without thinking. And there she was. Standing in front of him with her jacket on, and his in hand.
“Hey,” she smiled softly, he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah?” He asked, a rude part of him emerging. Sydney was taken aback, why was he speaking to her like this?
“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here? I know this place that’s still open now, it’s pretty good-”
“If you want to leave, leave. I don’t need you. Just leave,” Carmen blurted out. Sydney stared at him. The tension in the room grew, Carmen eyes trained on hers, daring her to say something.
“What?”
“I don’t fucking need you. I don’t fucking want you. Leave.”
He was livid but his voice was unusually calm.
“Ok, fine,” she scoffed, throwing him his jacket.
“Don’t come back here. I don’t want to fucking see you again,” he seethed and slammed the door behind her as she nodded, irritation and anger behind her eyes.
How could she betray him like this? How the fuck did he trust her?
He vowed to never trust anyone again that night.
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Four weeks without Sydney. Four weeks of hell.
The restaurant wasn’t the same, everyone blamed Carmen for leaving, everyone hated him. He hated himself. He was brought out to serve a dish, some bullshit influencer he didn’t care about, but he was willing to put on a brave face and smile for their pictures, when a certain poacher caught his eye. He stalked over, irritation and discomfort clouding his better judgement.
What was he doing here when he’d already taken the best chef?
“Good evening sir,” He smiled at Carmen, his ridiculous British accent pulling at a nerve in Carmen’s brain. “Can I help you with something?”
“What are you doing here?” He asked. Point blank, he wanted no bullshit. “You both got what you wanted.”
“I’m here to enjoy my food, might as well try what I missed out on,” He scoffed. “You have some very loyal people, Berzatto. Even Chef Adamu didn’t take my offer of her own restaurant. It’s such a shame.”
Carmen’s world came crashing down. “What’re you talking about?”
“Chef Adamu? She turned down the offer, she stayed, am I correct?” He asked. Carmen didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to get to his office bin in time, before he vomited. He’d fucked up. Sydney didn’t leave him, he’d kicked her out. He’d been so mean. He was fucking horrible to her, and she had wanted to stay. Even after getting kicked out, she didn’t take the offer.
Fuck.
Once Carmen stopped spewing his guts into the small office bin under his table, he got up and picked up his damn phone, dialling her number.
Voicemail. Straight to voicemail.
“H-hey Syd. Look, I-I kn-know I fucked up. I was so s-shitty to you, a-and I deserve to be fucking… I-I don’t even know. I was so fucking arrogant, and fucking rude and just f-fucking m-mean to you. I- I didn’t know what to do. I thought that you were l-leaving me and I-I just went into fucking a-autopilot, I was a total ass and I’m trying to say I’m sorry.” He went quiet for a full minute, his brian finally slowing down. “I’m sorry.”
“This user has blocked you.” Read in the chat between the two of them.
His voicemail wouldn’t send.
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And that brings us to now, slamming the door so hard it probably broke.
He’d really fucked up.
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Imagine Sydney getting offered her own restaurant and she can have her dream spot and be in full control by a poacher because they want to work with her. The poacher sees all the great work that’s went into the Bear and they head about the dishes she’s made and they want Sydney, and Carmy hears about it.
Carmy and Sydney have that argument that is obviously being built up too and by the end it completely mirrors the “Sydney quitting scene”. Carmy is just angry that Sydney was going to walk out on him and all the work they’ve put in. (It’s shown in the freezer scene that the memory of Sydney quitting enrages him, if you look at the montage). So when he hears the inside scoop from someone else that Sydney is leaving, his eyes go bloodshot.
He ends up saying crazy shit like “If you want to leave, leave. I don’t need you. Just leave.”
And Sydney is confused (to mirror Carmy in the quitting scene) like “What? What? Leave?”
And Carmy is just doubling down and spiraling like Mikey, refusing to let her in, pushing her out. “Just leave, I don’t want you here. So go.”
And Sydney just looks so heartbroken as she collects her things but the silence is palpable. And Carmy is fuming and refuses to look at her like the last time. Later, he runs into the poacher/inside scoop person/whomever.
And they’re like “It’s wild how people work.”
And Carmy is quiet but refuses to acknowledge that he regrets what he said. And says something along the lines of “Sydney got what she wanted. Good for her.”
And the person is just like “such a shame though.”
“What’s a shame?”
“That she turned it down.”
“What?”
“Yeah, she said she didn’t want to leave. That she didn’t want the offer.”
And the whole world just collapses on Carmy because he realizes what he did and what he said to her.
I KNOW ITS ANGST! I know! Fic writers, is this something?
#the bear#sydney adamu#sydcarmy#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney#the bear fox#I’m just sick#because this shows love’s parallels#and I LOVE parallels#and if they paralleled the quitting scene but flipped it on its head I would lose my shit#but it would be great cinema#so worth it
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in my world series 3 never happened and instead things like this happen
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Death In Paradise | Music of Murder | Romantic Souls
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2x08, A Deadly Party
#otp: you have me#death in paradise#DIP#it’s crazy watching them and then Syd army#the fumble is bad
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It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
This is insane. I feel old. Thank you all!
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Are you sure?
I am fucking sure! Do you ask Carmy if he’s sure?
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Got too big too fast. Wasn’t exactly liquid enough for a brick and mortar, and so running it out of my garage was stupid. Uh…My credit got destroyed. I mean, my whole shit got rocked, and there’s not a night I don’t stay up just thinking about what I could’ve done different.
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I know everybody you used to work for, I called them before hiring you… everybody said you are incredibly smart, you are incredibly talented. They also said you are incredibly impatient and incredibly green.
Okay, so that’s why my business couldn’t cut it, that’s why I’m here, that’s why you—
That’s not what I’m saying, no.
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#she was like….#I wouldn’t say that#I don’t think that’s how it works#but okay#DIP#camille bordey#death in paradise
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‘Thanks for this morning. Museum and everything. The whole, er… island culture thing. Fantastic.’
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Some more behind the scenes pix from filming S2 Death in Paradise on their Facebook page. Suggest you go join it if you’re on FB, lots of treats there to be had! :D
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carmen + what (he thinks) sydney wants
↪ ...if this is going to work the way that I think we both want it to work, I mean, I think we should probably try to listen to each other. The reason I'm here and not working somewhere else, or for someone else, is 'cause…
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#vacuum cleaner soulmates
+ Bonus:
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