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sydsaint · 4 months

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Please! I just wanna give him a big ol' hug

Summary: The reader makes an attempt to comfort Max after the incident at Worlds End.

There isn't a feeling in the world worse than having to stand by and watch someone you care for get their heart broken by someone they trusted. But that's what you're here doing. AEW's Worlds End PPV special is closing out and you're stuck between Excalibur and Nigel watching Max get the crap beaten out of him by the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Adam Cole.

"I have to say, I feel a bit bad for the lad." Nigel admits as he begins gathering up his papers from the desk.

"Yeah, me too." Excalibur agrees while doing the same.

You fidget with a pen in your hand, trying your absolute best not to vault the table and rush to help Max. "A bit?" You shoot a glare at Nigel.

Nigel shrugs and slips off his headset, ready to head backstage. He walks away from the desk and Excalibur does the same. You watch the pair walk off chatting with one another and scoff. Sure, Max isn't exactly popular with either of them. But for them to not even offer the fallen champ a consoling glance is utterly ridiculous. In your mind anyway.

Cautiously you make your way around the commentary table and head toward the ring. Adam Cole and his new posse of goons have slinked back into the darkness for the moment and Max is sitting defeated on the floor near the ring steps.

"Do you need some help up?" You walk over to Max quietly with a sympathetic smile. You have no idea how Max will react to the offer of help. Not after everything that's happened to him. But you have to at least try.

Max looks up from the floor with red and puffy eyes. "Y/N? What do you want?" He asks you, shifting his body to point away from you.

"I just wanted to see if you're alright." You reply. "That beating you took looked rough. And the thing with Adam..."

Max scoffs and shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He sneers. "No one ever stays. Not my fiancé, not my friends, or people I thought were my friends. No one." He sighs deeply. "I'm just a loser that's destined to be alone. And I'm not even a champion anymore. So there goes the fans as well." He looks out at the crowd now starting to spill out of the arena.

"I'm here now." You reply and kneel down so you're not towering over Max. "And I know that we don't know each other that well. But I want to help if I can." You offer Max your hand to help him up. "At least let you know that you're not 100% alone."

Max looks at your hand and then back up at your face. He repeats this a couple of times before reluctantly taking your hand. You pull him up to his feet and walk backstage with him.

"I'm sorry that you lost." You speak up while you're walking. "I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back like that. In fact, I'll never wrestle again because of it." You laugh at your misfortune.

"You used to wrestle?" Max glances at you.

You nod, briefly recalling the painful memory in your head. "Yep. I worked for ROH before Khan bought it out. I was helping out this new girl. Showing her the ropes and stuff. And she stabbed me in the back during a ladder match for a title opportunity. Threw me off a 15 foot ladder and into a pile of smaller ones." You explain. "She went on to win the title, and I damn near broke my spine."

"Damn." Max replies. "I had no idea. I just thought you had always been in commentary and backstage stuff." He admits.

"It's fulfilling enough work." You shrug. "Sure, it'll never beat being in the ring. But at least it's still a part of it, right?"

Max nods and the two of you come up on the locker room area. "Thanks for talking with me." Max stops in front of his room and turns to you. "I...I needed that." He admits.

"No problem." You nod. "I know when it happened to me all I wanted was someone to talk with. Someone that knew what I was feeling. So if you ever need some company, just shoot me a text or something." You offer with a soft smile.

"I think that I'll take you up on that, thanks." Max nods. "I'll see you later, Y/N."

You step back from the door with another soft smile. "Mhm. Take care, Max. And hey, try not to beat yourself up too hard." You add before you turn and walk off.

Max lingers at the door and watches you disappear down the hall. That sinking feeling in his chest lightens a bit as he watches you walk off. No one has ever shown him kindness and an willingness to just be there for him before.

It's addicting.

Max finds himself smiling a bit as he heads inside his locker room. He's lost everything tonight. So why the hell is he smiling? What have you done?

Given him hope, that's what. And hope is a dangerous thing for a man that's already lost so much.

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stygiansentiments · 5 months

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Saw this and immediately thought of these two!🤣

These gifs are by Chefkids

#sydcarmy #the bear #these two Losers mann!!!#carmy x sydney #syd x carmen #my platonique babies #charged and sexy #sydney adamu #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #the bear hulu #messy and platonic

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coachbeards · 12 days

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abt the bear … I really don’t want them to have nat have her baby off screen between seasons. i NEED to see the most chaotic birth in the entire world. And Richie needs to be the one delivering the baby.

#childbirth tw #pregnancy tw #I NEED TO SEE IT!!!#natalie berzatto #Richie jerimovich #the bear fx #carmy can’t be there bc she kept throwing things at him and he’s scared of her #syd is just. NOT a baby person and does not like thinking about this so she also can’t be there #fak gets whatever supplies they need

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nightspires · 11 months

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i'm so sick of the discourse on twitter about whether wanting/seeing romance and shipping characters in media is somehow inherently wrong or bad or like it rots your brain or like you're incapable of critical thinking.

this all happened bc people have been shipping syd/carmy from the bear (which is a ship i love!) and a bunch of people have been getting really uppity bc they see the bear as like. ~prestige television~ which of course means it doesn't have time for silly things like LOVE and ROMANCE. and the whole thing has opened a can of worms with multiple outlets now running articles about shipping and romance in media and people going on long tweet threads about it.

like honestly it's just once again the same tired old argument that i see all the time. if you like romance, you're stupid. if you like romance, you can't also see, understand, or appreciate other aspects of the story. romance is low brow. you're pathetic for shipping these characters. you just don't GET how clever and complex this story is, you silly stupid girl.

like if you're not into romance that's fine, but you don't need to a) denigrate those of us that do, b) denigrate media that includes romance, and c) bend over backwards to avoid seeing any and all potential romantic tropes in the media you consume. like you just sound like a prententious idiot at this point.

#romance #shipping #the bear #syd x carmy #fandom #the argument would make more sense if this show DIDNT HAVE ANY ROMANCE IN #BUT IT DOES #carmy had a gf all season #sydney and marcus had a flirty thing going on and marcus asked her out #nat has a husband! who she is having a baby with!#we saw richie and his ex wife when they were still together and happy!#this show is not devoid of romance!!!!!!!

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purposechef · 3 months

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*the baby goes back to nat, reeking of cigs*

#sydcarmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #the bear fanart #natalie berzatto #fanart #illustration #comic #artists on tumblr #carm is about to yeet that poor baby

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songkangsbottomteethcirca2020 · 9 months

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oooohhhhhh....i'm still processing everything vacationship wrote in their posts about carm and fight/flight/freeze/fawn:

carmy and his trauma w/ claire, scroll by if you're not up for trauma talk

Carmy's panic and Sydney's calming image

follow up about carmy's mental health and sydney being a safe person for him

but i'm just now thinking about carm calling syd before he opens mikey's note.

first of all, when he doesn't open the note right away and instead pulls out his phone, we don't know who he's calling. it just cuts to syd in her kitchen cooking (so peacefully in comparison to donna's kitchen!!) and then we see her get a text. note we've not seen them together the entire episode after their rupture in the previous one, and all we've had of "them" is his mentioning her to tina, his reading and touching her little black notebook all sensually, and her giving us and marcus the reveal that he made the best meal she's ever had; they're apart but they're on each other's minds, they're apart but syd is already "haunting" the beef when she's absent from it; physically they aren't together but the narrative builds their connection the entire time they're apart.

back to his pulling out his phone and the the screen cutting to syd cooking--visually/narratively, we intuit that carm is texting syd before we know for certain that he is. like, the text/narrative *leads* us to that, so that we anticipate him reaching out to her before it's confirmed onscreen (that's storytelling, not showing btw).

he's anxious about opening mikey's note, he's mentioned before that mikey didn't even leave one, he hadn't spoken to mikey in ages, he has no idea what the note will say--it might be a 'fuck you' or a 'this is your fault' or 'i love you' or 'you were always a burden and i resent you' or nothing; and because he's so anxious he reaches out to the person he "melts" with, the person he's bonded with and feels safe with, he reaches out to syd. what i'm saying is: i think this scene is actually a parallel to his panic attack scene!!! but unlike in his panic attack scene, it's an instance where he *knows* in order to "melt" or calm down, he needs to reach out to syd--he does this intentionally, it's not something his mind instinctually does out of necessity to return to calm. and of course, they both take place in the same alley, towards the end of the seasonal arc. aaaaahhhhhhhh

#i'm definitely not getting these gifs done tonight lol #sydcarmy #bear txt #syd x carmen #2.9 #ep8 #storytelling baby!

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charliethinks · 2 months

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i finished watching ianowt. now what the fuck am i supposed to do.

#syd and stanley are the bestest of friends #i love them so much #stanley is so baby girl #stanley barber #sydney novak #ianowt

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kylejsugarman · 7 months

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ur telling me the dude whose entire personality is being a Cop and whose favorite activities include being relentlessly racist to his latino partner, using his position to quite literally beat the shit out of anyone he doesnt like, and treating every "criminal" in the city like a cockroach isnt the hero?????????????

#syd squeaks #thats fucked. have other people heard about this???????#thinking hank is the 'hero' is like. not even baby's first breaking bad take it's like a fetus's first breaking bad take #breaking bad

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sydsaint · 16 days

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Baby Regal my boy!!!!!!!! <3

Summary: NXT!GM!Reader congratulates Charlie on winning the prestigious NXT Heritage Cup.

It's a busy afternoon in the arena for NXT. The show is about to go on the road, so a large batch of episodes are being recorded for NXT's weekly airing. You're sitting in your office going over the road schedule for the next month. You've still got to come up with about 10 more house show cards before you're done.

A sharp knock sounds at the door making you look up from your laptop. "Come in." You chirp, glancing back down at the screen briefly.

"YN, my dear! I hope that I'm not interrupting." William Regal comes striding through the door with his usual refined swagger.

"Mr. Regal!" You greet your mentor with a smile. "Not at all! Please, come in." You gesture to the empty chair siting in front of your desk. "What can I do for you?" You ask him.

Regal shuts the door behind him and makes his way over to your desk. You watch him take a seat in your empty chair and smile at him.

"Of course." You nod. "I'm just making up plans for the house shows that we've got coming up." You explain and turn your laptop screen so Regal can see it.

"Oh I was simply reminiscing about my youth with Shawn and a few other old timers when Mr. Michael's informed me that you were working." Regal explains. "So I figured that I'd come by and see how you were fairing, my dear."

Regal leans forward in his chair and retrieves his reading glasses from the front pocket of his jacket. "May I" He asks you.

"Sure. Go ahead." You nod and push your laptop closer to him.

You lean back in your seat and observe Regal as he looks over your schedule and notes. It makes you feel like a kid again, carefully waiting for Regal to critique your latest attempt at paperwork and other stuff.

"Well?" You eagerly prompt your mentor after a few minutes.

"An excellent job, as always my dear." Regal smiles at you and pushes the laptop back your way. "I doubt that I could have done a better job myself."

You smile to yourself and turn your laptop back around. "Thank you, sir. And how is your son? He's scheduled for a Heritage Cup match against Noam Dar tonight, isn't he?" You ask.

"He is, yes." Regal nods. "Charlie's quite excited about it as well." He informs you. "I can't thank you enough for giving him the chance to challenge for it. Makes me prouder than you know."

"Oh well, your son is an excellent competitor, Regal. It wasn't a hard decision picking him for Noam's next challenger." You shrug.

You and Regal chat for a bit longer and he suggests a few more match idea's before taking his leave.

"Well, it was a delight talking with you, as always, my dear." Regal rises from his seat and holds out a hand for you to shake. "I hope that I was able to help take some of the pressure off of you to come up with some exciting house show match-ups." He adds as you shake his hand firmly.

"You were a big help, Regal. Thank you." You smile at him. "Tell Dempsey good luck for me if you see him before his match." You add.

Regal nods again and heads out of your office. The door clicks shut with a small thud and you sit back down to get back to work.

Around an hour or so later you finally finish up getting the house-show schedule made and decide to take a small break. You head out of the office and down to the backstage are to see how things are fairing with the multiple tapings going on.

You get backstage and chat with a few of the staff about how things are moving along. And by the sounds of it, everything is going smoothly so far.

"That's great. And what match is up next on the schedule?" You ask the staff member that you've been chatting with.

"That'd be Dempsey and Dar for the Heritage Cup, ma'am." The staffer answers you. "They should both be headed down to the curtain any moment." He adds and nods to the curtain entrance on the other side of the room.

You nod just as Noam enters the room from the hallway with the rest of Meta Four at his side. Dar spots you and walks over with a confident smile.

"Boss! I wasn't expecting to see you down here. Everything alright?" Noam asks you.

"No trouble, Noam." You assure him with a smile. "I'm just checking up on the show before I get back to doing paperwork is all." You explain. "Good luck out there, by the way."

Noam nods, clutching his beloved trophy to his chest. "Thank you." He smiles at you.

Noam heads over to the curtain as his entrance music hits and you watch him disappear through the curtain. Seconds later, you hear the familiar sound of Regal giving someone one of his coveted pep-talks. You turn around and find him talking with Charlie as the pair come into the room.

"And you know that I'll be proud of you either way, son." Regal clasps a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"I know, dad." Charlie nods.

You smile at the pair and keep your distance out of respect for the father-son bonding moment. That is until Regal spots you loitering nearby and beckons you over to them.

"Regal." You nod at the older man with a friendly smile. "Good to see you again, old man." You joke with him. "And, Charlie! Good luck out there with Noam." You turn to Dempsey with an encouraging smile.

"Thank you." Charlie matches your smile. "I hope that here in about half an hour you'll be handing me that trophy." His grins widens a bit as he winks at you slyly.

A laugh escapes your lips and you shake your head. "We'll just have to see who the better man is, I guess." You tease him right back.

Charlie's entrance music hits and he walks off through the curtain to join Noam in the ring. Regal steps over to your side and the two of you watch the match from the monitors set up backstage.

"You sure as hell taught him well, Regal." You comment on Dempsey's prowess in the ring.

Regal chuckles and nods. "Yes, well, I try." He muses. "You seem quite fond of Charlie, yes? He's told me that you've been graciously helping him make his way into the Heritage Cup contender conversation." He turns toward you.

"Well I wouldn't make anything of it." You shrug and scratch at your arm sheephishly. "You're the one that taught me to never pick favorites, Regal." You remind him.

"I believe that I taught you to never make it obvious that you've got favorites." Regal corrects you. "There's quite the difference between the two, wouldn't you say, my dear?"

You hang your head to hide a sheepish smile and nod. "I suppose so. My mistake, Regal." You shift your weight from one foot to the other.

While you're busy looking at the floor in shame the match out in the ring comes to an end. Your head snaps up and toward the monitor. Out in the ring, Charlie stumbles to his feet as the referee reaches over to raise his hand.

"Well well well, would you look at that." Regal smiles to himself. "It seems like my boy had it in him afterall." He muses.

"It appears so." You agree. "Please excuse me, Regal. But I do believe that I have a trophy to present to a new champion. You're welcome to join me, of course." You offer.

Regal shakes his head and steps away from you. "Go ahead. Let my boy have his moment." He insists. "There will be plenty of time for celebration later."

You nod and head out to the ring. You pass Noam and the rest of Meta Four on your way down the ramp and offer Noam a sypathetic smile. Vic hands you the trophy since it was sitting on the commentary table during the match and you bring it into the ring where Charlie is patiently waiting.

"Congradulations to our new Heritage Cup winner! Charlie Dempsey!" You shake hands with Dempsey before handing over the trophy.

Charlie takes his hard-earned prize and soaks in the cheers from the crowd for a moment. You step out of the ring and let him have his moment before Charlie joins you back on the floor and the two of you head backstage.

"Congradulations on the win, Charlie!" You set a hand on the back of Dempsey's shoulder with a smile. "I knew that you had it in you." You grin at him.

"I couldn't thank you enough for putting faith in me and backing me up to get me here." Charlie replies. "This is as much of a win for you as it is for me." He insists.

You laugh and wave your hand dismissvly. "Oh, all I did was point out the talent that you already had." You assure him. "You did all the hard work, Charlie."

The two of you get backstage and you let Regal talk with his son. While the pair are chatting and sharing hugs you check in with the backstage crew one more time. After you've made sure that things are still running smoothly you intend to head back to your office. But Regal stops you before you leave the backstage area.

"Oh, well I'm sure that our lovely friend YN would be happy to join you in my absense." Regal turns toward after looking at Charlie.

"Pardon?" You come to a stop in front of the pair.

Regal nods to his son before smiling at you eagerly. "I was just reluctantly informing Charlie that I'm going to have to decline his offer for dinner and drinks after the show." He explains. "I've got a prior engagment that I'm afriad I can't miss. Although, I don't suppose you're busy after NXT finishes up taping, are you, YN?" He asks you. "I'd hate to leave Charlie to celebrate such a big win by himseslf."

"Right." You nod, catching onto what Regal's trying to swing here. "No, I'm not busy after the show at all." You turn toward Charlie. "If you'd like to meet me outside my office after the show then I'd love to grab dinner, Charlie." You smile at him.

"Sounds excellent." Charlie agrees. "I guess that I'll see you after the show then, YN. Take care." He matches your smile before walking off back to the locker rooms.

You wait until Charlie is gone before you turn back to your mentor.

"You don't happen to be trying to set me up with your son, are you, Regal?" You ask him with a playful smile.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about, my dear." Regal smiles right back at you. "Do have fun at dinner, though." He winks before walking off as well.

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