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brain? rotted all day, chef

im just always thinking bout carmen and sydney and the bear and the whole staff because it’s just who i am now. 

so i have in my head that im a decent writer and maybe i should share some of my writing with more than my five friends. and im just putting some of these thots down so maybe itll encourage me to actually do it. it would actually be so much better than this i hope, but heres some half baked part of it.

what if claire didnt happen and it was someone else? (cause i still love the idea of carmy learning how to be a soft bf eventually) a friend of syds. they met at CIA, became friends because theyre both from chicago. shes a bit aloof, changes her mind about what she wants to do with her life on a whim. shes been fondly nicknamed birdie by her family for always being ‘in the wind’. (? this is because i dont wanna name her but dont wanna use y/n and might switch around POVs idk yet.)

anyways - her and syd have kept in touch casually, she ends up back in chicago for some family reasons and decides to look up her old friend to check in on her, this new spot syd’s been working on with some partner that she’s explained as being sometimes an asshole but a genius in the kitchen. 

birdie meets this partner amid an apparent meltdown over something she isn’t clued in on, maybe she shouldve called syd first before dropping in to see if her friend was busy, but she was in the neighborhood running another errand so she doesnt see the harm. sydney looks surprised, confused, and apologetic in the span of a few seconds it takes for her to recognize her friend when she stepped in past the paper covered front door. 

“birdie?” - “syd! hi, sorry, I guess this is a bad time?” - “No, well, yeah, but it’s - it’s fine. what are you doing here? and why aren’t you in new york?” the two exchange a few words when sydney closes the distance between them, offering a brief hug and not offering to introduce her to the chaos that she walked in on. birdie cant help but look though, to take in the scene. and when she does she realizes that agitated partner of hers has frozen in place for just a beat and his gaze is zeroed in on them -or on syd. its almost unnerving. how can someone be so fucking intense? maybe it was the way his brows were still furrowed or that the blue in his eyes stood out like a beacon. either way, it has her casting sydney a knowing look, ‘partner’ hm, shed put a pin in that to ask what was up with him later. 

meanwhile syd returned that look back to her friend, because while she knew most of carmy’s looks, she’d never seen him look at anyone how he was looking at them now - or rather, how he had been staring at birdie. it must’ve only been a few seconds -but felt like a lifetime- before he dragged his attention back to fak and the reason why he’d been popping off in the first place. and before things exploded again, sydney was herding her old friend back outside with suggestions to get together that night. when it wasnt a bad time.

and thaaaat is where my brain is at, simmering away at this idea. and whether or not i should turn it into something. or just let it rot away.  id probably get in some first person pov, or ‘you’ pov. and from carmys end, too. a little back and forth? because i love men written by women and i am really good at that. and maybe ill come up with some better nickname for the girl or maybe not. idk

i guess this part here will be a little bit of a master list for the fic i have named ‘strange currencies’ but not really for now. until i figure out whats going on here. 

i went ahead and did a lil something here (ep 1) from carmys pov of his day up until this point  heres ep 2, a bit of ‘birdie’ and then some syd/carmy pov.  and ep. 3 is out, with some birdie and syd love