#marcus brooks fluff

[gallaghersgal]

Sports au with football player Marcus + mutual pining trope !!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🫶🏼🫶🏼

this was inspired by mondo duplantis running to his gf after breaking the pole vault world record sorry not sorry! no warnings; plenty of fluff, college au!

sports au + mutual pining from these aus and these fanfic tropes. part of my 1,500 follower celebration.

as a culinary major with no particular interest in sports of any kind, you'd never expected to find yourself in the endzone front row at your college's final regular season game. that was, until you met marcus brooks. he was a sweet guy from your pastry techniques course, and surprisingly enough, a star running back for the football team. sure it was apparent in his stature, with wide shoulders and strong arms, but his gentle nature didn't exactly scream football player.

the two of you had been playing this little game since last spring. you'd test things out for your culinary practicals together, go to wine tastings, and try out new local restaurants. he supported you when you had a part in the spring play, so of course you found the time to come to a game or two. so that's how you found yourself here, screaming at the top of your lungs as the clock ticked towards zero, and marcus charged down the field with the ball.

the second marcus crossed the line his eyes searched for your own, finding them and locking you into his gaze. he points at you, a wide grin on his face as he spikes the ball. teammates surround him, clapping his back and seemingly pushing him in your direction.

you lean down over the low wall while butterflies fill your stomach, marcus pulling off his helmet and jogging straight to you. he stands on his toes, reaching up to put a hand on your face. "i'm gonna kiss you!" he shouts over the roar of the crowd. even if you wanted to protest, he couldn't have heard it anyway. his lips crash into yours, his teammates whooping and hollering behind him. you're pretty sure the moment is broadcast on the video board as well, but you don't mind.

the kiss is over as quickly as it started and from there it's an hour before you see marcus again. he walks out of the field house as you're making your way through confused, excited, frantic messages from friend and family who saw you get kissed on live television. "that was one hell of a hard launch," you say, after kissing him once, then twice more.

marcus laughs, and you find yourself admiring his smile. "yeah, well, it was sorta like... a bet with the guys?" he sees your concerned look and quickly continues, "not like that! what i mean is, when i told them you'd be in the stands everyone was all 'man you gotta make your move' 'cause they were tired of hearing me talk about you."

you giggle, resting a hand on his chest while his own drift to your hips, lips brushing your temple sweetly. "would you believe me if i said my sister told me the same thing?"

marcus holds you at arms length with an incredulous smile on his face. "you mean i coulda done that this whole time? man, i'm an idiot."

you're close enough to detect the slight flush on his cheeks, and you can't help but lean up to kiss it. "'s okay, we can make up for lost time."

[nolita-fairytale]

It's August rn - month of shooting stars so I was thinking maybe you could write something with the idea of stargazing together with Carm or Luca or Marcus?

It's just a blank idea, I love your work, so it's up to you how far you'll go (fluff, etc.)

Much love ❤️.

my dearest, @myworldrightnow! thank you for requesting this. i had so much fun writing for marcus for the very first time. please enjoy this blurb, based off of muna's "shooting star":

You, My Shooting Star (marcus brooks x reader)

“when I see a shooting star, I stay out of its path”

You were wild. 

Hurricane. Firecracker. Dynamite, they called you. 

The first one with a wild idea. The last one to shut down the party.

But you feel the wildest right here, by his side, wondering how you got lucky enough to get him alone. 

It had started with a house party, and maybe a few too many vodka sodas before you realized you should probably step out for some air. He followed you, just wanted to make sure you were alright.

“Yeah, just need a little air. I’ll take a car home, don’t worry,” you’d answered, in the empty bedroom you’d made your temporary home. “C’mon. Do you trust me?” you’d asked him, before climbing out onto the fire escape. 

He’d joined you, against his better judgment, but now, as the two sip on waters he brought out for you, watching flashes of light race across the night sky, he’s glad he said, ‘yes.’ 

“Did you know that August is the month of shooting stars?” he asks, turning his head to steal a glance your way. 

“No, I didn’t,” you answer softly, taking another drink of your water, your eyes fixed to the beams of light. 

They’re wild, explosive, unpredictable, and you can’t help but feel excited by them, unsure of when, and if, the next one will come. 

“This one uh… think it’s called The Perseid – the meteor shower this year,” he continues, as you watch him dreamily search the sky for one more brilliant flash of light. 

“Didn’t know you were such an astronomy buff,” you shoot back, teasingly, though you think this has only buried you deeper into your infatuation with the pastry chef. 

“My mom and I used to watch ‘em together. When I was a kid. We’d go out to whatever football field my recreational league used to practice on with a blanket and see if we could catch the show,” Marcus explains, recalling his fond childhood memories. “I always looked forward to it… because she’d bring like… you know fruit by the foot or somethin’ like that.”

You nod along as you listen, having grown so fond of Marcus’ stories. You like this, when he shares with you, especially because you know he doesn’t always have someone to tell. 

And you like being the person who gets to listen to him.

It’s now or never, you think to yourself. 

“Marcus?” you ask him, something bold in your movement as you turn your body just enough to look at him with glossy eyes. 

Tomorrow, you’ll chalk it up to liquid courage if this goes absolutely sideways. 

“What’s up?” he asks you, suddenly shy with the way you’re looking at him. 

“I-,” you begin, opening your mouth to say something, as if you just expect the words to flow, and when they don’t, you try again. “The other night. After work. I… asked you to go for a drink. And you said ‘no’.” 

Marcus sighs, leaning back as he rests his weight on the palms of his hands. 

“Yeah.” 

“Why?”

He pauses, waits, searches for a good enough explanation, only to discover that he doesn’t have one. 

“I kind of thought… well, I thought that you were into Carmy,” he admits on an exhale. 

Because he’s seen you flirt with him before. Because why wouldn’t you be? Because he can only imagine that someone as magnetic as you – it’s why you’re such an excellent bartender – could have anyone. Because he’s seen the way that you have patrons of The Bear in the palm of your hands in the blink of an eye.

“and that's what you are, you're so bright, you burn my eyes, and you move too fast”

“What?” you ask him, unable to hide your surprise, or the laugh that comes out of your mouth. 

“No I-. I flirt with Carmy… because the guy looks like he needs to take a breath. But um. No.” The smallest smile threatens the corners of your lips as you continue with, “No uh… I sort of… have a crush. On someone else.” 

“Oh yeah?” he asks you, playfully. 

“Yeah,” you answer, sharing a knowing look with Marcus.

“He’s a fantastic pastry chef. You should meet him sometime,” you tease with a shrug. 

“You play too much,” Marcus laughs, with a playful eye roll. 

The shared laugh between the two of you subsides, and all that’s left is a thick kind of tension that hangs in the air. It’s a lean forward. Eyes flickering from lips as if asking for permission. A shift closer to one another. 

“Look,” Marcus says, as another brilliant beam of light flashes across the sky. 

Turning your attention to the tail end of the shooting star for just a moment, your eyes are back on Marcus, and… whatever this thing is between the two of you. 

“Make a wish,” he murmurs, his lips so close to yours, as if he might not get another chance at this. 

“Yeah,” you whisper back. 

But you don’t need to make a wish. You take a breath, as if trying to collect all of the courage you think you can muster, before deciding to make your own move, crashing your lips into his instead. 

“you, my shooting star”

[mouseymilkovich]

marcus 🥺🥺 13. Hunger and 24. Bedridden with dad!marcus cooking for his wife and daughter who are both sick?

AHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE YES!! anon shout out to you for the first marcus request, everybody clap for anon

13. Hunger + 24. Bedridden ; from 100 one word prompts

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"Here we are, my girls, some nice, hot soup." Marcus announced as he came into your bedroom, where you and your daughter laid in bed sick.

You were completely bedridden first, then your daughter caught the same bug you did. All you wanted to do was make your poor little girl feel better, but Marcus insisted he could take care of both of you. And, frankly, when hunger struck you, you weren't going to turn down an opportunity for him to cook you guys something special.

"Careful, sweetpea, don't burn yourself." He said softly to your daughter as she took her soup.

"You're a saint, babe." You muttered, your voice still nasally and weak.

Marcus smiled softly, kissing your forehead. "I love you, sweetheart. You guys eat your soup and I'll put on a movie, okay? Then I can come cuddle, I just wanna do the dishes."

[thebearer]

nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.

based off this prompt from the other day :)

contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.

“Alright, listen up,” Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. “We need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.” 

“Yes, Chef!” A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmen’s pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line. 

“And for table nine, we’ve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So let’s triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?” Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket. 

“Yes, Chef!” Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock. 

“Table nine, is that- that’s the senator?” Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoria’s station, giving her a curt nod of approval. 

“No, that’s table eleven.” Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. “Nine, is… a birthday. Booked online.” Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one. 

The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name? 

You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. You’d even invited him over to your place a few times, he’d spent the night last week. 

Still, Carmen hadn’t managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmen’s life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasn’t purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasn’t ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself. 

“Carmen?” Sydney’s voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. “Chef, are you- are you good?” Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows. 

“What?” Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richie’s frame blocking most of it. “Sorry, yeah- yeah, I’m good, Chef.” 

Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richie’s eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window. 

There you were. 

Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. He’d actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadn’t felt since junior high. 

“Alright, walk five salads to nine.” Sydney called out. “Where’s our runners? God, Richie, can you run-” 

“-I got it.” Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it. 

“Cousin, I can get it.” Richie frowned. 

“No, I-I got it.” Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. “I got it. I’ll be- I’ll just be a second.” 

“I don’t- I can’t even handle that one right now.” Sydney sighed in exasperation. “Alright, Chefs. Let’s get back on track.” She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone. 

Sugar’s cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it. 

From: Richie 

‘Look at table nine.’ 

Sugar huffed. 

To: Richie 

‘Why? Is there something wrong?’ 

She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen? 

To: Richie 

‘Is something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?’ 

From: Richie 

‘No. Cousin wanted to go out there.’ 

Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end. 

Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. “Hey,” 

“Hi,” You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. “Everything looks so good.” 

“Yeah? Thanks.” Carmen nodded. “I-I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight.” 

“I’m sorry.” You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldn’t have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced. 

“I, uh, it’s my friend’s birthday.” You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. “And I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.” Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them.  

“Yeah, no, that’s really nice. Thank you.” Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didn’t see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. “Why didn’t- Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me you were comin’ in.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You muttered softly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d even see us here, I swear. I didn’t mean to bother you or anything-” 

“-You’re not bothering me.” Carmen’s voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. “Never a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmen’s own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin. 

“Alright?” Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge. 

“Alright.” You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his. 

“How’s everything so far?” Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee. 

“Just let me know if you need anything, ok?” Carmen turned to you.

“I will.” You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection. 

“Good. I’ll see you before you leave, alright?” Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. “You’re not botherin’ me. ‘M glad you’re here.” 

Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight. 

Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydney’s gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fak’s wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out. 

“Hey, uh, Marcus.” Carmen ignored Richie’s raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, Chef?” Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing. 

“Table nine has a birthday. I was thinkin’ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?” Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face. 

“Yeah, Chef, I can do that.” Marcus nodded. 

“Thank you.” Carmen nodded. “And Chef? Let me know when it’s ready before you walk it.” 

Marcus frowned. “No, it’s not- I just wanna walk it, ok?” Carmen shook his head. 

“Alright.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Heard, Chef.” 

Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. “So,” Richie hummed. “There a complaint or somethin’? Need me to go talk to ‘em-” 

“-No,” Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. “Sorry, it’s- No, I-I don’t need you to do that, Chef. Everything’s good.” 

Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” 

“No, Chef.” Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. “But, uh, there’s not gonna be a check on table nine.” 

“What?” Richie frowned. “Did you mess somethin’ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong it’s my job to know-” 

“-No, it’s not-.” Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, that’s… The girl on the end? I-I’ve been kinda seein’ her, ya know?” He muttered. 

Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. “No shit.” He grinned. “No shit? You-You’re serious?” He turned to look out the window. 

“Don’t fuckin’ look.” Carmen hissed. “Look, it-it’s not a big deal, alright? Just don’t-don’t say anything o-or do anything.” 

Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger. 

This time, Richie held back. He wasn’t sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time. 

“Alright.” Richie nodded slowly. “No ticket for nine. Heard.” 

Carmen’s foot tapped anxiously. “I mean, right? Th-That’s what I should do right?” Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. “That would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?” 

“Yeah,” Richie scoffed lightly. “Jagoff of the fuckin’ year. Makin’ your girl pay to come to your place.” 

Carmen’s heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl. 

“Walk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.” Sydney called. 

Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. “So, you gonna take these out?” He muttered. 

“No,” Carmen huffed. “Gonna wait until the cake.” 

“Yeah, good idea, Cousin.” Richie nodded with a proud smile. “That when you’re gonna tell them no check tonight?” 

“No,” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t- It would feel weird comin’ from me.” He looked up at Richie. “I was gonna let you do it.” 

“Yeah, I can handle that.” Richie smirked. “And I won’t say anything, Cousin.” He stopped Carmen before he could say it. “I got you, Cousin. I won’t fuck it up, alright?” 

Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmen’s heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.

[softly-sirius]

Will you peel my orange? (gn)

Currently on shift: Carmen, Richie, Sydney, Marcus, Fak, Tina, Luca

Carmen

You hand him the orange and before you can even ask him to peel it, it’s been peeled and pressed back into your palm. He doesn’t even realise he did it, didn’t even spare you or the orange a glance. 

Richie

You ask him to peel your orange and he’s outsourcing it. He’s in management now baby, if you need something doing, he will find someone to do it.  When it is done, (probably by a harassed Carmen) he demands a kiss for its return. 

Sydney

Starts peeling your orange, but then gets distracted telling you facts about oranges and then is inspired by the orange and will take it from you. Kisses your cheek and promises to get you a new orange later…she never does. 

Marcus

Peels your orange happily and gives you it back segment by segment along with a glass of water and an offer to get you something to eat if you’re hungry. 

Fak

A clumsy, but charming peeler. He gets the skin everywhere, little bits on the floor and stuck under his nails. Takes a couple of slices for his troubles.

Tina

“Need me to eat it for you too?”

She will give you it back in a plastic bowl with a baby spoon. The queen of sass. 

Luca

Knows about the tik-tok trend, and peels a whole bag of oranges before you can even ask. Dropping them on your lap and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

Then he’ll ask you to peel an orange for him and won’t be able to hide the grin and snickers at how long it takes you. 

“Took you longer to do one, than me that whole bag.” 

You eat the orange in revenge and he’s never felt more offended. 

Would they love you if you were a worm?

[justalovelyblackgf]

BEING NEIL FAK’S

GIRLFRIEND

HEADCANONS

pairing: neil fak x blackfem!reader

fandom: the bear (2022—)

i feel like no one really writes for fak and i love him as a character, so why not?

summary: neil fak has a girlfriend, but the guys think he’s bullshitting until she shows up for the opening night of the bear.

contains: lots of words, fluff, richie being richie, cursing, two people who love each other, hating ass motherfuckers, insecurity, fear of rejection.

• it was 2 weeks before the bear’s grand opening.

• neil, carmen, richie, and marcus were all having a smoke break outside in the back just kicking it.

• the guys were talking about various topics until carmy started asking for relationship advice.

• of course richie and marcus are putting in their two cents until they hear….

• “to be honest my girlfriend and i wouldn’t even have to go through that shit. we’d just talk it out and stuff our face afterwards! you and claire bear should do the same.”

• there was a deafening silence from the other men because that came from…fak. neil fak!

• what the guys didn’t know was that neil fak has been in an relationship with you for almost 2 months now. he’s been keeping it under wraps because he knew the guys would shit on him for it, but he had to come clean eventually. you always raved about him to your friends because you’re proud of the adorable, loyal, hilarious neil fak, so why shouldn’t he show the same energy?

• he was still a bit in denial that a woman is actually…attracted to him.

• marcus is like “whoa whoa whoa. hold the fuck up. fak…you got a girl?” he genuinely questioned. now, he was curious!

• carmen was confused as well, but he shrugged it off tbh. as long as fak was happy with someone he genuinely connected with.

• richie doesn’t hesitate to think it’s straight up bullshit. fak can’t talk to a woman without crashing out or making a bumbling fool out of himself. let alone being in a relationship!

• ouch! harsh, richie. fak inwardly cringed because he genuinely thought the same thing. he never really felt like he was good enough for that type of thing, but that sinking feeling disappeared at the thought of you when marcus asked how’d you guys met and got together.

• neil could recount that day a million times if he had to.

• you were living it up in your new apartment until your damn refrigerator broke. you didn’t want to go through the hassle of ordering a whole new one, so before doing that you decided to have someone to fix it.

• the only person you ever make an interaction with is your best friend, sydney adamu. you’ve been hyping her up as she goes through the trials and tribulations of rebranding the former restaurant known as “the original beef” to a new type of place.

• you called her up and explained your dilemma.

• “hey, syd. i got a stupid question.”

• “there are no stupid questions, (n/n).”

• you both chuckle at your inside joke, before informing her about the broken refrigerator and asking if she knew anyone who could fix it without charging an arm and a leg.

• “i might know a guy…he’s a bit of a character, but he’s got a heart of fucking gold and he mainly gets the job done. his name is neil fak, but we just call him fak at the restaurant. i’ll see if i can get him to come by tomorrow to look at it. if not, i’ll beat the shit out of him by denying my best friend’s broken fridge.”

• syd’s dry and chaotic humor never fails to make light of the shittiest situation. you quickly agreed because there’s no way you’re gonna let your food rot.

• the next morning, syd sent you a text that fak has accepted the job. you silently cheered and replied by sending her a time and your address to pass on the message.

• fak had been approached by sydney for a side job in the city. he accepted without any question because he could use the extra cash! he told sydney he could go over to your place asap once he knows the time and place. sydney did just that before he gathered all of the necessary equipment before making his way towards your home.

• he went up the stoop and pressed on the doorbell and waited about 10 seconds before he was beheld a vision. a vision with the most alluring, brown eyes and deep bronze toned skin. your natural hair was in the style you desired to be and it looked amazing! not to mention your inviting smile and melodious voice when you introduced yourself.

• “hey! you must be neil fak, right? i’m f/n l/n, i’m a friend of sydney’s.”

• you held out your hand for him to shake. to say that neil was nervous was an understatement. he stammered a bit before getting himself together, giving you an introduction of himself and shaking your hand. something occurred as you two touched hands. fuck, fuck, fuck! he thought as that touch alone made him feel— warm, tingly, safe? but what had him stressed was that his hands tend to get sweaty as shit when he’s nervous.

• “a-ah, y-yeah! i’m neil fak. just call me fak! um, so, uh, you have a broken fridge. let me say this if my fridge ever broke down like that, i personally think that i would fucking explode.”

• you stood there in silence for a millisecond before you burst out in laughter. fak took the words out of her mouth. she couldn’t deny that it was such a huge inconvenience especially to her love of snacks. “i know that’s right! you’re real for that. sydney has told me some good things about you, neil-er, fak. my bad! but seriously— i believe her when she said you’re a trip, but good people. you’re hilarious! ah, damn, i’m rambling. please come inside.” you stepped back to let him in and lead him to the issue in the kitchen.

• you couldn’t help, but catch a pleasant vibe from the mustached man that was rumbling through the inside and back of your refrigerator. as he was working, you guys just conversed as if you two weren’t strangers. you just clicked instantly!

• to some, fak may have looked like a sleaze with his loud voice, numerous tattoos, interesting fashion choices, short stature, and his bushy stache, but his qualities as a person overshadowed all of those things. deep down he’s caring, sensitive, outgoing, and sometimes he has his moments, but who doesn’t? he also wasn’t making any type of insensitive remarks or jokes (ifykwim).

• once he successfully fixed the fridge, you were so hyped that you gave that man a hug and an enthusiastic handshake thanking him for his help. you asked how much he charged and what payment method worked for him.

• he didn’t want to charge you that much or at all because your constant laughter at his stand up material was filling his heart more than his pocket. he really wanted your number, but he didn’t just want to ask for that without looking stupid, so he suggested apple pay and gave you a discount! smooth move, fak.

•you put your number in his phone, sent him the payment, and let him know that you were saving it because you would like to see him again more often whether it’d be for his services or not, so in a way you urged him to keep yours saved in his phone also.

• fak was crashing out on the inside. did you just say that you want to see him? more often? whether he’s fixing something or not?

•he kept his cool, gathered his equipment, and went on home. from that moment fak felt he found someone and someone found him. not just fixing things or cracking jokes, but for genuine company.

• from that day on, you and fak have been texting each other non-stop. checking in, sending memes, having deep conversations about the most insane topics, and laughing out loud late at night on the phone. sometimes he would come over to play a card game, watch a movie, or just kick it with some good food. you’ve never realized how much in common you and fak share. it was just the chemistry that drawn you too closer.

• ya’ll have been talking for about 3 weeks now and you can’t help but to admit that you care for neil…so much! you two are totally different people and to some, you’re built like you’re out of fak’s league. well, fuck whoever says that! looks doesn’t define who you want to spend your time with. everyone’s got their beauty. you could give 2 fucks if people talked about your connection with neil. you were just wondering if he felt the same.

• you invited him to your place to watch a jim carrey double feature of the mask and ace ventura: pet detective. you and fak have always agreed that jim carrey is a comedic genius.

• as you both sit on your couch and watch the credits roll, fak announces that he’ll leave, so that you can get some rest. you can’t sleep knowing you got these feelings and there’s this opportunity right in front of you. you hold on to his hand before he could take another step out of the door. your eyes not pulling from his. he raises his eyebrows as his pupils glint with expectancy, yet worry. he asks you if everything is okay and you swallow before you make your declaration.

• “fak…i need to ask you something. what do you think of me? do you think of me as just a friend? someone to kick it with? or someone to listen to your jokes, fears, hopes, and insecurities? am i someone that you would be proud of the way i’m proud of you? do you see more than just what’s on the outside?” you squeezed his hand.

• you paused to take a breath before you finish.

• “i don’t care what people say about our connection. i need to know because i can’t fucking take it anymore. neil fak, do you care about me the way i care about you?”

• neil was frozen. he absorbed every single syllable that came out of mouth. he has always had those same exact thoughts whether he’s helping to fix an appliance or you two are out trying a new restaurant that one of you recommended. fak thought he was too much of a chickenshit to even cross that line with you. he wanted so badly to express that you mean everything to him. you’re a fucking goddess to him and he’s just…fak. he can’t help, but get a little envious when richie, nat, and carmen had their respective partners while he was although happy for his friends, he was the 7th wheel.

•he’s calmer. he tries to see things with more of an open mind. hell, because of you he’s got a skincare routine! he feels ♾️ % with you if that makes sense. you don’t try to change him because you don’t need nor want to. you just want neil. that loveable person who doesn’t judge you. not just fak the comedian or the handyman.

• f/n…you’re so, so much more than that and i’m so fucking sorry that i didn’t say any of this sooner because i’ve been feeling like this ever since i’ve fixed that refrigerator. i want you to be happy and i want you to laugh a lot. i’ve never really been into this kind of thing before, so i don’t know what exactly i’ll be able to do for you, but i’ll always be by your side…if-if you want me to—mmph!”

•that was all you needed to hear before you pulled him for a kiss. it took him a moment to melt into it, so you started it off gentle and sweet as you wanted to take this relationship one step at a time, so you and neil would always ride the same wave together.

• after fak finishes retelling his friends how you guys came to be. they started bombarding him with all sorts of questions.

• “is she hot?” “what’s her name again?” “what does she do for a living?” “ have you guys fucked?” “do you have a pic of her?”

• fak was overwhelmed trying to answer each question except that fourth one which earned richie a whack to the head by carmen for asking some personal shit like that. “have some fucking class, will you?”

• fak refused to show any pictures you two share together. it was definitely not because he thought you were unattractive. fuck, no! you’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever had the pleasure of breathing the same air with. like he thought before, the guys (especially richie) would think he’s got the pictures of the internet or some shit. he had a way better idea than that: he was going to invite you to opening night to watch him work and make these fuckers eat their words. he told them to watch for the girl in the red dress and the name for the table is f/n.

• 2 weeks til open has passed and the bear is now ready to welcome the community with open arms.

•everyone was shitting bricks, but they’ve worked their asses off for this vision and they can’t pussy out now.

• fak had tingles from head to toe.

• you and him usually had casual outings, so it would be the first time you saw him in his brown suit and you in that red dress you ordered from fashion nova for this event. it looked good on the model of the pic you sent, but fak’s round face flushed with red envisioning the clothing on you.

• the doors flipped open and the patrons for the first night of many are greeted by fak or richie then escorted to their tables as their meals are being meticulously prepared.

• richie’s eyes are perusing around the place before they stop on a feminine silhouette and— holy fucking shit. who is she?

• the red satin accentuated her body. highlighting every bump and curve. the dress had spaghetti straps and was low-cut, exposing the shimmering, melanated skin of her arms and chest. her hair was curled and styled to perfection as the amber hue in her pupils are made noticeable by the violet eyeshadow that was applied on the lid as well as her full lips were painted like a red candied apple.

• goddamn, she was like a fucking…real life jessica rabbit, but hotter. if it wasn’t for whoever the lucky bastard is with her, eva would’ve had a new stepmom a-fucking-sap!

• his trance is broken from a female voice. “excuse me, i have a reservation under the name, f/n. my boyfriend works here actually. i think i see him right over there!”

• cue the record scratching. richie may forget alot of things, but he never forgot when fak told him and the guys about this mysterious girlfriend of his named…holy fuck!

• the girl in the red dress. f/n. it’s you! you’re the one who stole neil fak’s heart. richie was feeling like the biggest idiot in the universe as he saw fak catch your glimpse from across the room before excusing himself from a table and power walking in your direction to take you into a loving embrace before you plant your ruby lips on his mustached ones.

• you just couldn’t help yourself! you know he’s at work, but he looks so cute and professional in his brown suit and slicked back low ponytail. he’s also wearing that new cologne you randomly gifted him and now you really don’t want to leave his side. your man, your man, your man.

• neil took it upon himself to escort and seat you at your table. he enthusiastically explains tonight’s menu with such confidence and passion as you peer lovingly at him through your lashes with a palm under your chin. if it were physically possible, you would have literal hearts in your eyes.

• don’t you just love it when your partner is in their element? he was made for this and you were so proud.

• fak excuses himself back to the kitchen to find richie already crashing out to carmy and marcus.

• “guys! it’s fak’s girlfriend. she’s fucking real…and hot as fuck! look out there at table 9, the broad in the red dress. that’s all fucking fak!”

• fak lets out an exclamation for richie to cool that shit down, but deep down he was eating it up as carmy and marcus peered out to see the hype at table 9 and what they saw had them gagged.

• marcus’ jaw dropped and his heart thumped at the sight of you. “oh…”

• carmy’s eyes looked upon you, his eyebrows raised as his cheeks fluttered with red, finishing marcus’ sentence, “shit.”

• he already felt bad considering the fact that he has a girlfriend. (not for long after tonight)

• neil grinned as the guys gave their envious, but sincere congratulations to him before they got too distracted to get back to work.

• neil fak was indeed blessed as he waved at the woman in red at table 9. his abdomen rumbled with butterflies when you waved back and blew a good luck kiss in his direction.

• yes, you were all fak, but fak was all you too.

[douceurrrr]

𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

paring(s): marcus brooks x fem!reader

summary: you miss marcus while he’s in denmark so you call him.

warning(s): no smut (sorry), fluff, slight mentions of something sexual, short n sweet

a/n: don’t let marcus flop like y’all did lucas sinclair

*gif isn’t mine! @goodsirs

when marcus told you he would be going to denmark to brighten his baking herizens, you were excited for him yet sad to hear he was leaving you at the house all alone. you promised to check on his mom everyday and keep him updated on anything that’s happening with her and he promised to facetime you everyday and keep you updated. even though he was going to be gone for just a week, it felt like months.

you’re laying in the bed, eyeing marcus’s side of the bed in dejection. over time his side of the bed got colder and colder, which is depressing. you then reached over to the nightstand, unplugging your phone the charger. the light from your phone made you squint your eyes from the slight pain, you then tapped the contact my baker ❤️😊 and called it, bringing the phone to your ear. it only took two rings for him to answer.

“hey babe, what’s up.” his voice makes you smile.

you sit up in the bed before answering. “hey baby, how’s denmark?” you replied, rubbing your sore neck. you decided to get up from the bed and try to stretch your body since you knew you were going to be up from the rest of the night. “it’s really dope out here, I should take you sometime.” he explains. you were happy to hear that he was adjusting to denmark.

“I miss you, markie.” you say, sweetly into the phone. your voice sounded like honey to his ears, making him miss you even more. “I miss you too babe, but it’s only two more days.” he reassured you. yes, you knew there was two more days but those days felt like years for you. “I’ve been needing you with like baking stuff and other things.” marcus knew exactly what those other things were.

he groans. “don’t do that, not when we’re so far apart from each other.” you laugh fills he ears, know you were wrong for teasing him like that. “okay, my bad.” you replied as your laugh dies down.

“I’m going to facetime you, I want to see your face.” he says before tapping the button. you answered it but marcus couldn’t see you in the darkness of the room. “hold on, let me turn the light on.” after a couple of seconds the light is turned on and marcus grins at the sight of your face. “there we go.” he says, seeing your smile.

“I checked on your mom today, her hands were kind of dry so I put lotion on them.” you informed. you never minded checking on his mom for him, you thought it was nice that marcus cared for her so much and trusted you with her. “thanks babe, I appreciate you.” marcus says, yawning a bit but you noticed.

“well I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you sleep.” you told him, wanting him to be energized enough for tomorrow.

marcus didn’t want to end the facetime but he knew he needed to. “no babe, I’ll stay up and talk to you.” he protested but you can hear the tiredness in his voice. “don’t fight it markie, we can call tomorrow.” he doesn’t fight you on it, probably because he’s too tired to fight.

“okay well, I love you.” even though marcus has said he loves you so many times it still feels like he’s saying it for the first time.

“I love you too, markie.” you whispered, sweetly into the phone before saying bye and hanging up.

“I can do two more days.” you huffed.

[fandom-lover20]

Requests Are OPEN

(I’m happy to do crossovers for anyone who like one)

I’ll do more than just romance ideas as well, if you want a father/daughter or best friends, siblings etc. that’s completely okay. This is also the same masterlist for if anyone wants any Match-ups, gifs, icons basically just anything you want. If it's in italics then it's because those are my favourite or the ones I just find easiest to write. One-shots: Whatever relationship you like, characters included and either writing prompt or small idea of what you want to happen Match-ups: Fandom (as many as you like), gender/pronouns and sexuality, basic description of physical features and some hobbies/interests, style, any extra info if you like

MINORS

⭐  - Headcanon

❤ - Romance

💋 - Smut

💛 - Fluff

🌹 - Angst

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MASTERLIST

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Requests are open for the following fandoms: 

The Alienist

Cyrus

John Moore

Laszlo Kreisler

Lucius Issacson

Marcus Issacson

Sara Howard

Stevie

The Breakfast Club

Allison Reynolds (the basketcase)

Andrew Clark (the jock)

Brian Johnson (the nerd)

Claire Standish (the princess)

John Bender (the criminal)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Angel

Buffy Summers

Rupert Giles

Oz

Spike

Willow Rosenberg

Xander Harris

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Alex Blake

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenway

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Kate Callahan

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

DC - (I'm not the biggest fan so the character list for this is short)

(any characters from)

Aquaman

Wonder Woman - I haven't watched 1984, sorry

Divergent

Caleb Prior

Christina

Eric

Peter

Tobias Eaton

Tori

Tris Prior

Will

Doctor Who

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Glee

Artie Abrams

Blaine Anderson

Britney Pierce

Finn Hudson

Jake Puckerman

Kurt Hummel

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Quinn Fabray

Rachel Berry

Santana Lopez

Sam Evans

Tina Cohen-Chang

The Greatest Showman

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Charles Stratton

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz

Phillip Carlyle

P.T Barnum

W.D Wheeler

Grey’s Anatomy (up to the end of season 9)

Addison Montgomery

Alex Karev

Amelia Shepard

April Kepner

Arizona Robbins

Callie Torres

Christina Yang

Denny

Derek Shepard (McDreamy)

Finn Dandridge (McVet)

George O’Malley

Izzie Stevens

Jo Wilson

Lexie Grey

Mark Sloan (McSteamy)

Meredith Grey

Miranda Bailey

Owen Hunt (McSoldier)

Richard Webber

Teddy Altman

Harry Potter

Angelina Johnston

Blaise Zabini

Dean Thomas

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Katie Bell

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

(Young) Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Hagrid

James Potter

Lily Evans

Narcissa Malfoy

Newt Scammander

Nymphadora Tonks

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

The Hunger Games

Beetee

Cato

Cinna

Clove

Effie Trinket

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthrone

Glimmer

Haymitch Abernethy

Joannah Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Primrose Everdeen

Rue

Inkheart

Dustfinger

Farid

Meggie

Mortimer

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Marta Cabrera

Ransom Drysdale

Kong: Skull Island

Cole

Houstan Brooks

Jack Chapman

James Conrad

Mason Weaver

Mills

San

Slivko

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

Chase Davenport

Donald Davenport

Douglas Davenport

Leo Dooley

Marcus Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Mamma Mia

Sky

Donna Sheridan

Rosie

Tanya

Sam Carmichael

Bill Anderson

Harry Bright

Sophie Sheridan

Marvel Cinematic Universe (I haven’t watched WandaVision but it’s on my list, I just don’t want to ball my eyes out)

Baron Helmet Zemo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Darcy Lewis

Drax

Gamora

Groot

Jane Foster

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Rocket

Sam Wilson

Sharon Carter

Shuri

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

T’Challa

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

The Mighty Ducks

Adam Banks

Charlie Conway

Connie Monreau

Dean Portman

Dwayne Robertson

Fulton Reed

Gordan Bombay

Greg Goldberg

Guy Germaine

Jesse Hall

Julie Gaffney

Lester Averman

Luiz Mendoza

Russ Tyler

Ted Orion

Terry Hall

NCIS

Eleanor Bishop

Kate Todd

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Nick Torres

Timothee McGee

Tony Dinozzo

Ziva David

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas

Dylan Rhodes

Henley Reeves

Jack Wilder

Lula May

Merritt McKinney

One Tree Hill

Brooke Davis

Haley James-Scott

Lukas Scott

Mouth McFadden

Nathan Scott

Peyton Sawyer

The Originals

Aiden

Davina Claire

Elijah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Joshua (Josh) Rosza

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Pitch Perfect

Barden Bellas

Beca Mitchell

Chloe

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

Flo

Stacie

DSM

Kommissar

Pieter Kramer

Treblemakers

Benji

Bumper Allen

Jessie

Rush

James Hunt

Niki Lauda

Scandal (seasons 1-3)

Abby Whelan

Charlie

David Rosen

Fitz Grant

Harrison Wright

Huck

Jake Ballard

Mellie Grant

Olivia Pope

Quinn Perkins

Stephen Finch

Sherlock (RDJ Movies)

Irene Adler

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock BBC

Greg Lestrade

Irene Adler

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mary Watson

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Suits (I'm halfway through S3, just finished thingy oils plotline)

Donna Paulsen

Harvey Spectre

Louis Litt

Mike Ross

Rachel Zane

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Gabriel

Rowena

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Adrian Harris

Allison Argent

Bobby Finstock

Chris Argent

Derek Hale

Hayden

Issac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimara

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate/Hale

Noah Stilinski

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

Twilight

Alec

Alice Cullen

Bella Swan/Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Demitri

Edward Cullen

Embry McCall

Emmet Cullen

Esme Cullen

Felix

Jane

Jasper Hale

Leah Clearwater

Paul Lahote

Quill

Rosalie Hale

Sam

Seth Clearwater

The Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman

Bonnie Bennet

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Damon Salvatore

Jenna Sommers

Jo Laughlin

Kai Parker

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Lexi Branson

Liv Parker

Valerie

Vicki Donovan

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik

Kurt Wagner

Logan

Raven

Youngblood

Dean Youngblood

Derek Sutton

Jessie Chadwick

Coach Murray Chadwick

[emersonfreepress]

if possible can we plsss get a heidi story 🥰🥰(fluff, angst, anything i just miss her 😪) hehehe love the story cw to see more !

fine, fine... but only because this happened to come to me out of nowhere lol. generally speaking, i really can’t take general character story requests rn!

- - -

“Are you looking for something?”

At the sound of Heidi’s voice, Curt skids to a stop and backtracks several steps into the kitchen. He does a double-take at his sister lounging on the patio. His journal, the one that he's spent the last hour and a half scouring the entire stupid mansion for, is right where he swore he initially left it.

Except now, Heidi's flipping through it.

“Hey!”

“Daddy wouldn’t appreciate that you’re still writing these stories...” Heidi notes, ignoring Curt's exasperated stomps in her direction. Her brother rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever, you’re not gonna tattle to Dad. Give it back.” He reaches for the book but Heidi pulls it just out of his reach and snaps it shut just as suddenly. "Heidi..." Curt murmurs in a warning tone.

“Maybe I won’t. But you’re still not getting this back until you have Marcus apologize to Krista.”

Curt's brown eyes blow wide. “I'm sorry, what?”

“By Saturday,” she adds, holding the book in front of her to hide a teasing smirk. The twinkle in her dark green eyes gives it away, though, if her brother's sudden frown is anything to go by.

Curt scoffs and crosses his arms.

“And why the Hell should I do that?”

“Because I have your dumb journal,” she says, waving it as a reminder. Curt's frown deepens when she opens it again and flicks to the most recent page, poring over it with mild curiosity. “And it looks like you were in the middle of a thought...”

“Heidi, come on," Curt groans, posture slumping like a kid being told to clean his room." What is this even about? That thing he said back on solstice?" Heidi raises her brows, silently confirming it. "That shit’s got nothing to do with me—”

“You’re friends with Marcus.”

“I’m not friends with any of those meatheads—”

“That’s just semantics,” she sighs.

“You could just tell him yourself!”

“But I want you to do it.”

Curt groans again, nearly tearing his hair out as he pushes his bangs out of his face.

“Fine! Whatever. Can you give it back to me now, though? I really was in the middle of writing, Heidi.”

“Oh,” Heidi chuckles. “Then you’ll just have to get it done sooner rather than later, won’t you?”

“I fucking hate you,” Curt mumbles, storming off.

Heidi blows him an audible kiss and returns to thumbing through the bizarre contents of her brother’s wood and leather bound notebook. His flair for the dramatic has certainly grown since the last time she read one of these.

- - -

The very next day, Heidi, the girls, and Krista Lovell are hanging out at Jessie's house and all is right with the world. Krista has her overdue apology from her ex and Curt has his journal (and a promise of vengeance that Heidi isn't worried about). Heidi is forced to turn her attention from the weekend edition of The Emerson Examiner to the girls when the name 'Marcus' finally comes up.

“It was weird and totally random. I asked him why now when we broke up last month, but he just said it’s been bothering him.”

Madison scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

“That’s what I said." Krista tucks hair behind her ear. "And then he asked to get back with me.”

Heidi listens intently despite not looking up from her paper. She did not instruct Curt to have Marcus rekindle things—that must be that idiot trying to worm his way back into her pants. She had a feeling that might happen.

“And what did you say?” Jessie asks, leaning in. 

“I told him to eff off! Of course!” Both Madison and Jessie sigh in relief. The line of tension in Heidi’s shoulders dissipates.

Good.

“Soo... Marcus is, like... single-single now?” Brooke ventures and Heidi can’t help but roll her eyes. “Actually off the market now?”

“Yeah, totally,” Krista replies, not a hint of hesitation. “Do what you want with him, I’m done. And actually, I was wondering... uhm, Heidi?”

Heidi’s brows raise and she finally sets her paper down to look at Krista. “Hm?”

“Do you think you could, like... talk to Tyler about me...?” The girl blushes slightly, a shy smile forming. Jessie brightens up next to her, looking to Heidi expectantly. “You... you said he stuck up for me that time, right?”

Heidi hums sagely, nodding. “When you went home early, Ty was the only one of those idiots to bother calling Marcus out for being an ass.”

“Do you think he might like me?” Krista asks, voice hopeful. And then her expression falters. “Oh, wait. He and Sandra are still a thing, right?”

Brooke rolls her eyes and makes a gagging sound. "Ugh. Sandra." Madison giggles while Jessie gives a disapproving frown at the gesture.

It’s a smart question. Tyler Ellsworth and Sandra Reeves are currently in the upswing of turning their toxic relationship back “on” again. Heidi's never had a strong opinion about them as a couple, but... after some brief mental and social calculations, Heidi answers Krista with a smile.

“I’ll see what I can find out.”

[valaks]

Updated WIPs list now that I took 5 off:

Americans: Alex thought he was done with SCORPIA. But they kept creeping back into his life in the most unexpected of ways. He thought he could at least count on it being on the other side until he gets teamed up with Walker, his former classmate and current CIA spy. Unfortunately he still hasn’t been able to figure out whose side Walker is really on - attempted deep cover op like his dad, repatriated rogue spy back on the “good” side, or SCORPIA double agent? He doesn’t know but at least he’s nice....in that obnoxious American way.

Brothers in Arms (Inverted Devil): Children didn’t belong in Selection. Most grown men couldn’t even cut it, so if the kid was here there had to be damn good reason even if the Sergeant couldn’t tell them why. Not that they could ask, they were soldiers, they didn’t get to ask questions so they took their orders to prepare a cot, snapped off a salute and stepped out of the hut into the Welsh mist. He stopped them before they even made it back to the hut and rounded on his men “I don’t like it anymore than the rest of you, but we’re gonna teach him everything we know. I don’t want to hear any bitching, understood.” S Unit would get him through. Marcus would make sure of it

Crossroads (post Crocodile Tears): Brendan Chase owed nothing to Alex Rider. Maybe a thank you at best for getting rid of Yu so he could have his home territory back. Pissing off Ethan Brooke and killing Ash while doing it had been a nice touch even if unintentional. The Board was right that a message needed to be sent to get their reputation back in line after 4 failed missions in a year but personal revenge against a teenager was not the way to go about it. Not when Rider was, himself, a walking piece of blackmail that could be convinced to strike against the government abusing him and get SCORPIA the ultimate revenge. And that’s how he found himself across from Alex Rider in a London restaurant, supposedly on a date with his housekeeper and trying to intervene before MI6 did something stupid and his own organization did something even stupider.

For Queen and Country (Devil): Alex always knew Yassen would send him back to work with MI6. He just hadn’t expected it to be so quickly.

Good Intentions: Yassen Gregorovich never thought he’d be anyone’s moral compass, he was no angel to sit in anyone’s shoulder but trying to keep Alex Rider from following in the ruthless footsteps of his father or worse his former handler, Alan Blunt is as close to hell as he can imagine. (Wherein Alex becomes head of MI6 we watch his morality slip away form the eyes of an increasingly frustrated and heartbroken Yassen - it all culminates when Alex uses a child “just as an informant, simple information gathering” but hidden behind the charming smile of John Rider and the brutal coldness of Alan Blunt’s words is Alex Rider dying as he says them (Yassen just hopes there’s still a part of the boy he once knew in there to mourn)

In All but Blood: Being Julia Rothman’s son was just an endless series of trainers and instructors and never being able to please a woman who told everyone else that she loved him but had never said the words to his face - usually because he never saw her. And when he did she just cupped his chin tilting it to either side and told him just how much he looked like “Hunter”. He was fated for Malagosto like some people were fated to attend their own parents alma maters. Until in a fit of teenage rebellion he tracks down the part of his past that Rothman hid from him - the brother he never had. Cossack. Hunter’s Apprentice and MI6s best operative.

Meld: Alex and Yassen are mirrors of each other, tied together by Fate herself closer than either thought possible. When Yassen finally closed his tired eyes, he woke up looking at his body and a startled “Yassen?” That wasn’t coming from a teenager but coming from within his own mind (Yassen and Alex mind meld post Eagle Strike - Moral crises, and teenage feelings were not how Yassen wanted to spend his afterlife but soon he won’t even realize it because they’re both sinking into the steady pull of becoming *one*)

My Brother’s Keeper: 4 years after Eagle Strike, Alex runs into a familiar face at a pub on Christmas Day and a tradition is forcibly started. Alex doesn’t mind. In another life, they would have been brothers at the least but who’s to say it was too late to start that now? (Pointless Hallmark levels of Christmas Fluff)

Red Son: General Sarov was a man who knew what he wanted and how to use the system to get it. Alex’s adoption paperwork and Sarov’s will were updated as soon as the plan fell into place and while Sarov was disgraced by the events in Murmansk his son’s actions in saving the country from them were not. The SVR were not going to let him go so easily *especially* when it was the CIA demanding him back. Wherein Alex gets involved in a paperwork pissing match and finds himself the heir of a rather sizable fortune once he’s old enough. The trouble is getting to that point. Thankfully his “father’s” oligarch “friends” and all of their nefarious connections are there to help.

Withdrawal (Devil): 3 years after the first time he had been asked to make an impossible decision, he found himself making them every day. A million little ones that tied into much larger plans responsible for the lives and deaths of thousands. He would say it was becoming routine but it wasn’t. They were a million little cuts but at the end of the day for all his planning and delegating there were still only 24 hours to make them - each one carefully allotted. He needed more time and if they wouldn’t let him stretch more hours in then he would just have to make what time he had more efficient.

[clemsfilmdiary]

The Best of April 2022

Best Discovery: Felidae

           Runners Up: Betty Blue, The Cat Returns, Krabat – The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Best Rewatch: The Grifters

           Runners Up: The Men's Club, Paris, Texas, To Live and Die in L.A.

Most Enjoyable Fluff: Don't Go Breaking My Heart

           Runners Up: Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Til Death Do Us Part, Garage Sale Mysteries: Murder in D Minor

Oddity of the Month: Special Effects

Best Male Performance: Harry Dean Stanton in Paris, Texas

           Runners Up: Jean-Hugues Anglade in Betty Blue, Albert Brooks and William Hurt in Broadcast News, John Cusack in The Grifters, Michael Emil in Insignificance

Best Female Performance: Anjelica Huston in The Grifters

           Runners Up: Annette Bening in The Grifters, Béatrice Dalle in Betty Blue, Sandy Dennis in A Touch of Love, Holly Hunter in Broadcast News, Theresa Russell in Insignificance

Best Supporting Performance or Cameo: Nastassja Kinski in Paris, Texas

           Runners Up: Jennifer Jason Leigh in The Men's Club, Dean Stockwell in Paris, Texas

Most Enjoyable Ham: Manette LaChance in The Men's Club

           Runners Up: Eartha Kitt, Oliver Reed, Claudia Udy and Patrick Warburton in Dragonard, Zoë Lund in Special Effects, Demi Moore in No Small Affair, Franco Nero in Confessions of a Police Captain, Ann Wedgeworth in The Men's Club

Best Mise-en-scène: Paris, Texas

           Runners Up: Betty Blue, The Cat Returns, The Cloud-Capped Star, The Grifters, Insignificance, Krabat – The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, The Story of the Fox, To Live and Die in L.A.

Best Locations: Paris, Texas (lonely desert vistas, highways and cityscapes)

           Runners Up: Iron Maze (abandoned steel mill), The Cat (high-rise hotel/bank complex), Siesta (various dusty, sun-drenched locales in and around Madrid), To Live and Die in L.A. (L.A. Riverbed, railyards, highways, industrial parks)

Best Score: Paris, Texas (Ry Cooder)

           Runners Up: Betty Blue (Gabriel Yared), The Cloud-Capped Star (Jyotirindra Moitra), The Grifters (Elmer Bernstein), Insignificance (Stanley Myers, Hans Zimmer), Krabat – The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (Frantisek Belfín), Siesta (Miles Davis, Marcus Miller), To Live and Die in L.A. (Wang Chung)

Best Cartoon: The Old Mill

           Runner Up: Ha! Ha! Ha!

Best Leading Hunk: Jean-Hugues Anglade in Betty Blue

           Runners Up: Götz George in The Cat, Niall Matter in Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Til Death Do Us Part, Franco Nero in Confessions of a Police Captain and Texas, Adios, Adrian Pasdar in Streets of Gold, Patrick Warburton in Dragonard

Best Supporting Hunk: David Keith in Gold Diggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain

           Runners Up: H. Richard Greene in Special Effects, Martin Henderson in X, Harvey Keitel in The Men's Club

Assorted Pleasures:

- Delightfully grotesque stop-motion animation and puppetry in The Story of the Fox

- Uncanny surrealistic blending of animation real photographed backgrounds in Ha! Ha! Ha!

[nolita-fairytale]

make my heart surrender | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!chef reader | social media au - part three: living together

a/n: i know it's been a minute and i'm desperately willing myself to write the luca sequel... for now... enjoy another installation of make my heart surrender as a social media au.

you can see part one and part two here. or read the story here.

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thesustainable.chef: james beard awards 2023

congrats to @/chefsyd, our rising star, for the win! i owe you breakfast.

marcusmakespastries: LET IT RIP

poursomesugarnatalie: cuties!!

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thesustainable.chef: date night at home with my love @/carmyberzatto.

carmyberzatto: love you

maya.kaz: omg YUM!

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thesustainable.chef: some r&d with the best of the best, @/marcusmakespastries

marcusmakespastries: yes chef 🫡

chefsyd: DAMN

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thesustainable.chef: 🎈 it's a boy! @/carmyberzatto and i adopted a cat and now we call him aioli. welcome to the family, sweet stinky boy.

chefsyd: LOL. not stinky baby ➡ thesustainablechef: a sweet stinky baby!! ➡ chefsyd: you're just gonna out your SON like that tho? 👀

poursomesugarnatalie: can't wait to meet my nephew!! tell carmy to return my call. ➡ thesustainable.chef: lol. sorry, nat... getting on that asap.

fakattack: hey @/carmyberzatto. think aioli and the ralphs could meet? ➡ philipKrich: fuck off

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[ao3feed-the100]

after the storm passes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sv2323

by Brook

After the deathwave hits Abby wakes up to a world without her daughter, while she never planned to survive. She ignores Marcus for weeks until they're forced to meet up again....

Words: 2386, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Jackson (The 100)

Relationships: Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Kabby, Post-Season/Series 04, Fighting, ignoring, Overworking, Sickness, Unplanned Pregnancy, Makeup, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sv2323

[thebearer]

rosé flowing with your chosen family | carmen berzatto x reader|

anyways here's a blurb inspired by my lil friendsgiving i hosted and how i think it would be with carmen bc im delusional in my head lolz

"Carm, look at this for me." You frown, turning the bronzed pumpkin at the center of the table.

"Yeah, one sec," Carmen muttered, turning with the pot in his hand, stirring the whipped potatoes vigorously. "What am I looking at?"

"The table." You tilt your head to the side. "Should I just move the pumpkin? It's too much with the candles, right?" You huff, the tapered candles flickering in their brass holders.

"No, baby, looks nice. Leave it. We can move it if it gets too crowded." Carmen hummed, a tiny curl of his lips had your heart swooning. "Need to go get ready. It's six-thirty."

"I just have to put my clothes on." You wave him off, fixing a napkin so it was centered on the plate, each place card in it's assigned place. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

Carmen shot you a look, rolling his eyes playfully. "No, I got it, alright? Go get ready." He shook his head gently, pushing the asparagus around in the pan.

You scurried behind him, pinching his jean clad ass gently, grinning at how he jumped before pressing a kiss to Carmen's cheek that left him blushing.

Your first Friendsgiving hosted at your place. An apartment a little bigger than Carmen's old one, but still cozy and all your own- the two of you. What better way to spend your first holidays together than to invite your friends over?

You were fussing over the glazed carrots on the counter when Sydney arrived, always early. "Hey," She crept in awkwardly into the kitchen, her head poking around the corner. "I, uh, I brought a dessert."

"Wow, that looks amazing." You grin, taking the dish from her, hugging her briefly in greeting. "What is this?"

"It's-"

"-It's a champagne cake with whipped butter cream frosting and a light raspberry spread." Marcus finished, stepping in behind Sydney, balancing a bottle of wine and his coat. "Don't let her take all the credit. I made it."

"Ok, well, I told you to add the raspberry-"

"-Well, I was the one who made it and added it-"

"-Alright." Carmen huffed, his voice edging on the tone he used at work. "Glad you both are here, alright?. The cake looks amazing."

Marcus whistled dramatically, peering over at the food laid out on the counter tops. "Looks good in here, Chef." He grinned.

"Thanks." Carmen muttered, brushing the rolls with butter, checking the oven again.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" You ask, pulling the fridge open. "I have rosé or wine or anything?"

"I'll take a glass of rosé." Sydney nodded, shedding off her coat and hanging it over the back of the couch.

"Yeah, better get some now." Carmen snorted lightly. "Before Alicia comes."

"I have her a backup bottle." You smirk, pulling out the bottle proudly. "Alicia and I were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion, right? And she-" The door closed and you turned, your best friend walking in with a huge grin.

"-And she literally brought her own bottle of rosé." You laughed, shaking your head at her.

"I did." Alicia beamed, hugging you tightly. "Carmen, I promise I will not throw up or sob on your couch this time. I'm very stable now." She grinned at Carmen's huff of laughter.

The kitchen was packed, crammed at the table, laughing and swapping stories over the food. Carmen looked at you, the glow of the candles you insisted having to make it feel more homey- they did. How you were grinning, laughing at Fak and Richie bickering, giggling to your own friends and reminiscing.

For once, the holidays didn't feel like a chore. Carmen had been dreading this dinner, not the cooking or the setting up, but having people in his space. He didn't dare say anything, you were too excited and he'd never ruin your glee like that. Still, for him, the holidays were chaotic, everybody tense and scared.

Not here.

Not next to you, surrounded by all your friends.

Carmen finally got why people loved the holidays so much, why it was the most wonderful time of the year and all that. In his tiny apartment, sitting next to the love of his life, your hand holding his gently under the table, thumb swiping over his knuckles, squeezing it lightly when you'd look at him, eyes crinkling in a smile.

[softly-sirius]

Would you love me if I was a worm? (gn)

Currently on Shift: Carmen, Richie, Sydney, Marcus, Fak, Sweeps, Tina, Luca

Carmen

“...What?”

Would check your temperature

Make you drink a whole glass of water and sit you on the sofa

When he’s confirmed that you are not ill or dehydrated he’d be concerned

Wonders all night if he isn’t showing you enough love

Brings you flowers the next day and gummy worms too 

Richie

“Fuck No!”

Asks if you would love him as a worm

When you say yes he calls you gross

Why’s he smiling though

Sydney

“I can’t kiss a worm though?”

She probably ate a worm as a kid on a dare once

Now cannot stand them

Hates the texture, but would try to get over it for you

Marcus

“Of course I’d love you, I’d take good care of you,”

Would make you a little home, 

Keep you in the nicest tank

Decorate it seasonally

Would take you on walks sitting on his shoulder

Would knit you a blanket :’)

Fak

“Fuck yes, can I be a worm too?”

He’s whipped,

As long as you two can be together? He’s down

Besides, the life of a worm, coiling himself around your matching worm body? 

Sounds pretty good to him

Sweeps

“What’s the scenario here?”

Asks you so many questions

Why you were turned into a worm?

When did you meet?

Is it a Princess and the Frog scenario?

Can he turn you back?

Comes up with a whole story of how he would save you from your worm curse

Tina

“What is wrong with you?

Will not even entertain the thought

Even if you ask again she’s not answering

Starts mumbling under her breath in Spanish

Not caring if you can understand her or not

Continues her prep to ignore you

Luca

“You’d be a cute worm”

Would kiss your forehead (kinda condescendingly)

You notice he’s avoiding the question

You open your mouth to ask him again

He puts a pastry in your mouth 

His distraction is a success this time

[jkdreams]

Incomplete List of OCs/Non-OCs that are so far removed from source material they count

*Temp/Working name for now

The Group that has TOO MANY JOBS Ichihara Ai *(壱原曖) EXeLD  Papaya HoneyPie (Underswap!Papyrus) Mayor BerryBlue (Underswap!Sans)

I Dreamed A Dream of Time Gone By Mackenzie Andrews Kinomoto Nanami ( 木之本 七生) Holly Winters *Ree Violet Rose

I’d Object but I’m busy being a Stereotype Wilfried Weilschmidt Sofia W. Reinhardt *Daniel D. Lyon Pappie Leon *Rongyi Lang

Wow There’s SO much fluff and brooding Ian Brooks (BE)  Desdamona Dolorosa Cecilia Verosimil Viola *Kenneth F. Jones LOMOG 

This is that attempt at RomCom  Ian Brooks (CE)  Marion Brooks   Allistor Brooks *Deidre Eolande Rosales *Vivaldi Eolande Rosales

Once Upon A Time Lord-King Cyro Eleanora Lana Radcliffe Ciro Radcliffe Eliza Kaltz Lucina Radcliffe Aaron Verosimil Viola

Supposedly Light and the Forces thereof are Good Bratumil Malach Mihangel Anteros Saraph Ingelbert *Luciel Haniel Agathengelus Jaeger Bahram Gottschalk

Benecia Danvers

Being Sneaky has never looked so Cool DeeDee Fey (Deana Fenton) Viriana Fenton Buddy Agreste Morcubus (Marcus Fenton) Madison Gray

They’ve got a Premise but no Real Plot (Sorry, guys) Duncan Palmer Vivian Palmer *Kaz Savile Allan Smith Keith Baird Victoria Baird Dixi Baird