* 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.

peter, narrating a nature documentary for matt: SQUIRREL. It’s a biiig squirrel, oooh she thicc.

matt: NO

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wade: the quickest way to a man’s heart is to tear a hole in his chest!

peter: yeah, between the fourth and fifth ribs

wade: who taught you that

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foggy: what if curious george lost his tail in an accident and is actually really sensitive about people mentioning it? did you ever think about that? did you ever consider his feelings? no. you didn’t.

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wade: i like the blood

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matt, with enhanced taste: i would eat more cinnamon rolls if i could handle sweet things like a normal person.

peter, with enhanced metabolism: I AM MADE OF SUGAR

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matt, after hearing peter’s tragic backstory: you're adopted.

peter: again???

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peter: instead of a gravestone, when i die just put my head on a spike. decorate my gravestone- i mean spike, with dead memes

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peter, having a brain dumb moment: what are hands and feet referred to as? not limbs- limbs?

mj, so tired: yes, limbs.

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wade: I’M QUOTABLE WHICH MEANS I’M SMART

peter, keeper of the quote book: just because you’re quotable doesn’t mean you’re smart, and i have a lot of evidence of that

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mj, all of the time: i’m not mad at you, i’m mad at the patriarchy

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wade, making an ungodly amount of pizza: what do you want on your pizza?

matt, after wade broke into his house to make pizza: the severed limbs of my enemies

wade: unfortunately that is not currently in stock. olives?

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wade, with full confidence: i’m not a fool, or a buffoon, i’m an IDIOT

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ned: what’s the b word?

peter, sleep deprived: b

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peter: don’t use my build-a-bear in any rituals

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foggy, dramatically presenting a glitter pen: red, the blood of angry men!

karen: yes, but why is the blood of angry men sparkly?

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foggy: matt do you have all the braincells, we told you not to.

matt: no, i think i would be able to tell if i’m having thoughts

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*driving past a poorly written sign*