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pintsizemama · 5 months

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Chestnuts

Day 4

Summary: Marcus & Peanut roast chestnuts with Grandma.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x You, Marcus Pike x Female Reader (Peanut)

Fandom: The Mentalist

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, discussions of sex and blow jobs

Word Count: 1,027

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“Is this too many?” You asked your grandmother, gesturing to the vast amount of chestnuts on the kitchen counter.

“Might not be enough,” Grandma replied. ‘This has always been a family favorite—for both families.” She looked at Marcus who nodded in agreement. A couple hours ago you and Marcus had ”come out” to your families about your new relationship. Needing a break from all the questions and advice, you both had volunteered to help Grandma make her famous roasted chestnuts. She added butter and honey to them which made it an irresistible holiday snack. The three of you sat together at the kitchen island and worked in quiet peace. It was a nice change from all the chatter you had to deal with today.

“I think the first two batches are ready to go in,” Grandma told Marcus. He dutifully stood up and carried two trays to the oven. You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He was so beautiful and finally all yours.

“You’re drooling, dear,” Grandma said with a chuckle. You rolled tour eyes at her playfully. Marcus placed a kiss on the top of your head just before retaking his seat next to you.

“How’d you know about us, Grandma?” You asked. “The other day when we were baking cookies…you already knew we were together. How?’”

“It was very clear,” Grandma answered. “The two of you have always been obvious in your ‘secret’ feelings for each other, but there was always a…tension there. Something missing. Like two magnets being forced apart even though all they wanted, their entire purpose in life was to be together. The other day, that tension wasn’t there anymore. So, I knew you had finally admitted your love for each other.”

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I didn’t realize how transparent we were,” Marcus said quietly.

“Apparently not to each other,” you laughed.

“True,” Marcus agreed. “I’m just glad we finally got on the same page.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Me too,” Grandma chimed in. “Now make me the happiest old lady in Seattle and give me some great-grand babies!”

“Gonna need some time before that, Grandma,” you chided playfully.

“Yeah, but we can definitely practice until we’re ready…a lot,” Marcus added.

“Marcus Pike!” You scolded. He just smiled and kissed you softly.

“Ugh! Gross!” John shouted as he walked into the kitchen. “Can you please refrain from mauling my baby sister when I’m in the house?” Marcus pulled away and laughed.

“John, you are such a fucking cock block!” You groaned at him.

“Just payback for that time I snuck Janie Stevens over the night Mom and Dad were out of town,” John said with an evil grin.

“That was years ago!” You scoffed. “You were in high school You can’t still be pissed about that!”

“Yes I can!” John argued. “She refused to go out with me again after that! I only ever got to second base with her, and the rumor was she gave the best head in school.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I stopped your oversexed teenage self from getting into yet another girl’s pants in high school,” you said sarcastically. “It’s not like she was the only girl willing to sleep with you. You were—and still are—a massive manwhore.”

“If I remember correctly,” Marcus chimed in, “you did sleep with Janie our first summer home from college. Even got her to give you one of her famously great blow jobs.”

“Ha!” You shouted. “Look at that. No need to be pissed at me since you did get—wait, Marcus.” You turned to your boyfriend. “How do you know her blow jobs are great? Have you slept with Janie?” Marcus’s eyes widened. John laughed at his friend’s discomfort.

“No, Peanut, I never slept with Janie,” Marcus said. You knew he was feeling the truth, but it was slightly off.

“What about a blow job?” You pressed.

“Huh?” Marcus dodged the question.

“Ok, let me rephrase that,” you said. “Has Janie Stevens’ nasty lips been anywhere near your cock?”

“Oh man,” John couldn’t stop laughing. “This is so much better than stopping you two from kissing.”

“Sweetheart,” Marcus began.

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Marcus Pike,” you said sternly. You were trying hard not to laugh at the panic in his eyes. You wouldn’t be able to keep up this angry facade long. “Did you let her blow you?”

“We were teenagers!” Marcus said defensively. “It meant nothing. She blew everyone!” You burst out laughing. John fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. Even Grandma was chuckling.

“What the hell?” Marcus asked in shock. “You were fucking with me?”

“Of course I was!” You laughed. “Marcus, you’ve been married and engaged. Obviously you’ve had sex with women other than me. I’m well aware you have a past. Just like me.” He scowled at that.

“I don’t wanna think about that, Peanut,” he said darkly. You just smiled.

“The past doesn’t matter, my sweet Marcus,” you said softly, cupping his face. “All that matters is our present and future, my love.” He smiled and kissed your palm.

“For the record,” Marcus told you, “you give way better head than Janie Stevens.” You ignored the gagging sounds John was making and blushed as you remembered the quick blow job you had given him last night when you both managed to sneak away after midnight mass. That wasn’t even close to your best work. You looked forward to showing him just how talented you were once you got back to DC. Just then the timer dinged.

“First batch is done!” Grandma announced.

“Yes!” John cheered. “That’s why I came in here. To beat everyone else to the chestnuts. Didn’t expect to get an x-rated comedy show out of it.”

“X-rated?” Marcus laughed. “That wasn’t even close to how x-rated we can get.”

“I do NOT want to hear that,” John said immediately.

“Then don’t piss me off, or I’ll tell you exactly what I do to your baby sister!” Marcus countered.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Boys never really do grow up, do they dear?” Grandma said fondly.

“I guess not,” you agreed.

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alpinezro · 4 months

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on s2 of the bear but im still not over my ex best friend/partner/fiance so every time denmark gets brought up i shrivel up into a little raisin and fade into dust

#how do you stop a hand knit sweater from curling at the edges? how do you stop a cheap ring from turning your skin green?#should i be keeping that magnet on my bedframe? what do i do when i go through my sketchbooks and the tourist handbook falls out?#meanwhile marcus is having a mental breakdown trying to balance a peanut on some pudding

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loisfreakinglane · 1 year

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top 5-10 tv shows you watched for the first time this year (this can include a new season of a show if you want)

OOOOOOOOOOOOH i will go with THINGS I'VE NEVER WATCHED BEFORE EVER AT ALL PRIOR TO 2022 and this is soooooooo so hard bc there was so much excellent tv this year!!!!!!

abbott elementary

the best man: the final chapters

ghosts (cbs)

interview with the vampire

our flag means death

the rings of power

star trek strange new worlds

the walking dead: world beyond

we are lady parts

walker independence

honorable mentions I AGONIZED OVER TAKING OUT OF THE TOP 10 go to: clark, girls5eva, hacks, harlem, kung fu, a league of their own, love life, minx, the newsreader, panhandle, paper girls, resident alien, skymed, willow, with love

lettuce all pray for another excellent year of television in 2023

#if i was including BEST NEW SEASONS IN 2022 OF SHOWS I ALREADY HAD BEEN WATCHING?#911 lone star had a killer season. the shows really found its groove #lower decks s3 was everything. long live peanut hamper #UMBRELLA ACADEMY S3 WAS EPIC I LOVED LITERALLY EVERY CHOICE BUT ONE (justice for marcus)#herasyndlla #2022 roundup

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thebearer · 9 months

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Hiya! Love your blog!!! I get so excited when there's a notification about you.

What do we think of carmy dealing with reader's pregnancy cravings?

ahh thank you so much <3

"You know what sounds really good?" You grin, running a hand over the swell of your tummy.

Carmen goes rigid. He's not ready. He knows he's not. not ready to hear what you're about to say.

Still, he hums, carrying on folding your clothes in the basket. You pad over to him, arms slung around his waist, running down his firm abdomen lovingly.

"I would love garlic bread." Your mouth watered. Carmen looked at you carefully. Surely there was a catch, there always was with your monstrosity of cravings.

"Yeah? Just garlic bread?" Carmen asked, cautious. He didn't want to set you off, sound too suspicious or have any sort of tone since that always resulted in your tears.

"Yeah but with the cheese and stuff." You nodded. "Do you have all the stuff for it?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course, baby. Just sit down. I gotcha." Carmen smiled, kissing your head lightly and pulling out the ingredients he needed.

Finally, a pregnancy craving that didn't make him want to throw up or feel like he needed his culinary license revoked. Your cravings were... questionable at best. Nutella grilled cheese, a peanut butter milkshake that you ate by dipping slim-jims in it, Doritos and frosting; the list went on. Carmen just had to watch. The one time he'd voiced his disgust, you'd sobbed, violently. Accusations that Carmen found you disgusting and unattractive that left him reeling with confusion.

Now, he knew better. The concoctions were vile, but maybe they were leveling out. Carmen hoped, setting your garlic bread in front of you, blushing when you peppered his cheek in kisses.

"This looks so good." You groaned, sliding past him towards the fridge.

"Thanks, baby." Carmen muttered, putting the tray in the sink. "There should be left over sauce in the middle if you want any."

"That's alright." You hummed, plucking out a different jar. Carmen stilled, watching you waddled back to your seat.

He tracked you, watching carefully as you opened the jar- a homemade jelly blackberry and peach that Marcus had made- spreading it thickly over the steaming bread. Twisting the other jar open, dill pickles, that you insisted on having even though they gave you heartburn now.

Carmen felt his stomach turn, watching you take a bite. There's no way that's good, he thought, willing his face to stay neutral. Yet, you ate it like it was.

He wanted to be disgusted, he really did. He was, in a way, but if it meant you were eating and keeping it down, meant you were nourishing the baby... how could he be mad?

So Carmen watched you, sat and chatted while you happily ate. Handed you Tums when your heartburn inevitably set in, started the dishwasher, and sat with you on the couch, head in your lap by the bump.

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we-love-dilfs · 1 year

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HC of Having a Baby With Rio

A/N: Thank you all for 100 followers! I know that it’s not much and so many people have thousands and thousands, but it’s more than I thought I would get :)

A/N 2: I also created a masterlist that is pinned on my page for all my Rio and other character stories. If there is another concept or character you would like me to write for, just let me know!

• when you first found out you were pregnant, you were worried as hell

• you knew what Rio did and how dangerous it was

• but that wasn’t what scared you most

• what scared you the most was telling Rio

• you knew how much he loved Marcus, but he had never mentioned having another kid

• your mind kept racing with thoughts of him leaving you

• you knew that he loved you, and realistically he would never leave you

• but your fears grew too big to be deflated by rationale

~~~

• he found you sitting on the couch

• he heard Marcus in his room, but he was too worried about the sight in front of him to go greet his son

• there you were, on the couch, staring blankly ahead with tears in your eyes

• he crouched down in front of you to ask what’s wrong

• you couldn’t help it

• you just blurted it out and prepared for the worst

• he didn’t know what to say

• having a baby was a happy thing, but you seemed terrified

• so he just scooped you up into his arms

• that’s when you broke

• you started sobbing and expressing your fears

• he couldn’t believe what you were saying

• he spent the entire night reassuring you that he was happy, and he was not going to leave you

~~~

• he spent your entire pregnancy doting on you

• he even did most of his work from home to be with you

• he refused to let you even lift a finger

• at first you thought it was cute

• but after a while you began to get annoyed

• you were pregnant, not helpless

• still, it did come in handy in the middle of the night when you got a craving

• it didn’t matter what time it was or what you wanted, Rio was prepared to get it for you

• one night you were craving a milkshake from a specific place, but the nearest restaurant to get it had a broken machine

• so he drove another 30 minutes (on top of the original 10) to get you one

• it didn’t matter to him that he spent over an hour driving at 2 am

• he was determined to get you your milkshake, and even brought home fries, because he knew when he got home, you would regret not asking for them

• but despite always being willing to help with your cravings, he didn’t always understand them

• one day you mentioned that you really wanted both peanut butter AND pepperoni

• he didn’t show it, but Rio was disgusted by the idea of it

• still, he dutifully fulfilled your request, albeit horrified by the fact you enjoyed it

~~~

• when it came time to deliver, you were scared, but mostly in pain

• Rio held your hand the ENTIRE time, refusing to let you go, even when you were swatting at him with your other hand

• he spent a lot of time yelling at the doctors to give you something for the pain

• he hated seeing your tear-streaked face contorted in pain

• when the doctors told you it was time to push, you practically froze

• you had been screaming at them for hours to get the baby out, but now that it was time, you began to worry

• you started sobbing to Rio about how you weren’t prepared and you couldn’t possibly be a good mom

• but he squeezed your hand, rubbed your head, and gave you a kiss on the cheek, assuring you that you would be the best mother

• when the baby finally came out, it brought tears to his eyes

• and just when he thought that he couldn’t get any happier, they let you hold the baby

• he knew then that he was a goner

• after you and the baby were cleaned up and you had a moment to rest, he had his grandmother bring Marcus in

• he was just as excited as his father was

• and when Rio saw his son cuddling with you while cradling his new baby sibling, he knew that he’d be perfectly okay with having as many children as you’d give him

#rio x y/n #rio good girls #good girls rio #rio fluff #rio x reader #good girls nbc #manny montana

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cwritesforfun · 3 months

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The Bear: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Crush

You work at the Bear as the hostess when Sugar needs help and you're close with Carmy, Sydney, and Marcus. You like everyone else, but you're just closest with those three. Richard keeps trying to force you and Carmy to be alone together, so he annoys you right now. (YES, the plot has changed.)

Y/N = Your Name

Your POV

You open your phone bright and early to see a text from Carmy: Call me if you get this before 5:30 or before you leave. You click the call button next to his number and wait for him to answer.

****Start of conversation Y/N - Hey Chef... what's up? Carmy - Richard said you live near me. Could you drive me to work? Y/N - Yeah, uh can you send me your address? I just finished breakfast and I just need to get my shoes on. Carmy - Yeah, okay I sent it. Y/N - You're only a 5 minute drive from me. I'll be there soon. I'll text you when I leave. Carmy - Thanks Y/N... Thanks, Chef. End of conversation****

You wait in your car for Carmy and see him exit his building. He climbs into your car and you let him buckle his seatbelt before driving off.

As you drive, Carmy says, "So... uh my car... it uh broke down yesterday. Richard doesn't have his license and he didn't want to risk driving me to work. I think he just didn't want to drive me because he drives me around all the time. He told me you lived closer to me than he did. So I called you. Thanks for ... thanks for driving me." You exclaim, "It's totally okay. I don't mind. I like getting to work early and you live very close, so this works out for us both. Do you need a ride back to your place after work too?" He answers, "Yeah if you don't mind." You reply, "No, I don't. I can drive you until you get your car fixed. It's cool. Do you want a homemade protein bar?" He answers, "Sure... I guess." You reply, "You can say no, I don't care. It's the only way I can survive working these shifts. It has peanut butter, maple syrup, protein powder, oats, and that's it. They're delicious and they fuel you until the next meal." He replies, "I'll try one, then. If you care about it this much and you made them, they have to be good." You keep driving and you hear Carmy say, "Fuck, these are good. I could eat a whole tray." You reply, "Thanks."

We park, you hand out the rest of the protein bars to the rest of the staff, and you help set up and clean the dining area once more. You then help Marcus with desserts. You used to always say that dessert was your favorite meal, but now it's tied with dinner. Pasta and garlic bread together could kill you, but you'd be okay with it because you'd die happy. Making desserts brings you so much joy because there's something so amazing about the process of picking the right amount of ingredients to decorating them before customers eat them.

Your shift starts and it's packed. It's Saturday and there are tons of people hustling in. You even fill the bar with walk-ins. Richard runs the dining room with ease and you can tell he's at home here. At a quiet moment, he slides behind the hostess stand next to you and asks, "So, how was the ride this morning?" You answer, "Carmy and I talked. He liked the protein bars I made. It was good. He thinks you had an ulterior motive for not driving him." He smirks and replies, "I did. I want one of you to cut that sexual tension and confess your feelings." You laugh and say, "He's my boss and I like this job." He replies, "We both know you're just passing time here because you love the people. You make way more at your weekday job. You could easily quit working here and date him." You reply, "I could. I don't know. I am not quitting." You hear, "What's this about quitting?" You see Carmy standing there looking between the both of you. Richard says, "I was just telling dear sweet Y/N that she could quit working here. She makes more during the week. She doesn't need to overwork herself." Carmy turns to you and asks, "Are you overworking yourself?" You answer, "No I'm not. Thanks for your concern." Carmy says, "Yeah no problem. It's time for your 15-minute break and I was wondering if you wanted to take it with me. Richard can handle it out here." You answer, "Sure, yeah. Richard can handle it." Richard says, "I hate you when you two gang up on me. Just date already and make me happy." Carmy and I both shove Richard who says, "That was scarily in sync."

Outside, you eat a donut that was messed up by Marcus and Carmy smokes by your side. Carmy exclaims, "I know you don't have to come in on weekends and you shouldn't feel obligated because Sugar asked you to. I don't want you to overwork yourself and not have time for yourself because it's important to care for yourself. I don't want you to not be okay. I just... I care about you." You reply, "I care about you too and don't want you to overwork yourself either. You work as much as me, Carmy. I don't feel obligated to work because of Sugar or anyone else. I like working at the Bear because I love the people here. I have Sunday off every week and usually I get to work from home at least 2 days a week, so the work week feels less stressful. I will let you know if I ever need a break." He nods and says, "Good good. I want you to be able to come to me if you ever need anything." You reply, "Same to you. I'm here if you ever need anything too. Speaking of, I'm making dinner for Marcus, Sydney, and I tonight after work? Do you want to come over too?" He asks, "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to mess up your plans together." You answer, "It's all good. We just eat, drink, and either play games or watch tv. It's really chill and nice." He replies, "Ok, as long as you let me help cook." I reply, "Sounds good. I could always use the help."

When you told Sydney and Marcus that Carmy was joining for dinner, they were so happy. They also want you to tell Carmy that you like him. Why does everyone want you to? chill...

Carmy gets in your car after work and says, "Sorry that you had to wait. I had to make sure things were all set for tomorrow morning." You reply, "It's okay. Do you need anything from your apartment before we go to my place? I can stop." He answers, "Yeah I do, thank you."

You drive to his apartment and wait for him in the car. He tells you that he is going to take a 5-minute shower and then he'll be down.

You drive to your apartment when Carmy gets back and park in your spot in the garage. Carmy asks, "Do you have to walk in this garage every night?" You answer, "Yeah, why?" He answers, "I just want you to be careful." You reply, "Awww you're very caring today. It's sweet." He replies, "I don't think anyone's ever said I was sweet unless it was as a joke." You reply, "Carmen Berzatto, you're genuinely one of the kindest people I know. You go out of your way and show people you care about them despite all you've been through. You always make me feel cared for and understood. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He replies, "Thank you." You reach over, squeeze his hand, and say, "I meant every word." He squeezes your hand back and smiles.

After getting to your apartment, you give Carmy a quick tour of the place. You have a 2-bedroom apartment with your best friend from college who is visiting her boyfriend out of town for the week. It's small, but it's yours and it's great.

You put music on your speaker then head to the kitchen. Carmy asks, "What can I do to help?" You answer, "I'm making chicken, fried rice, and stir-fry vegetables. It's essentially just chicken fried rice. I made dessert last night too that I can break out later. Do you want to help chop vegetables?" Carmy answers, "Yes Chef. It sounds like it will be a good meal, have you made it before?" You hand him vegetables and say, "Yeah it's one of my favorite things to make for people. Marcus requests it at least once a month and Sydney requested the dessert." He takes the vegetables as you set out knives on a chopping board for him to start cutting stuff. You have just enough time to start the rice when you hear the doorbell ring.

Sydney and Marcus walk in. Sydney says, "I present you with tonight's wine and beer of choice. We got dry Riseling wine and Pilsner beer to pair with our dinner. Then, we brought vodka for the dessert cocktail." You cheer and say, "I'm so excited. This'll be great." You go back to prepping the meal to see that Carmy is working fast. You should've known he'd be quick. He's a chef for a living. Sydney asks, "Y/N, do you want a glass of wine or a beer as you cook?" You answer, "Beer please." Sydney asks, "What about you, Carmy?" Carmy answers, "Yeah, I'll take a beer, sure."

Sydney and Marcus stand by talking to you and Carmy as you cook. The cooking time flies by and it's time to eat. You put the dessert in the center of the table for after dinner. You made red velvet brownies.

At the dinner table after everyone is served, Marcus exclaims, "And today, we thank the world for bringing Y/N to the Bear. Without her, I wouldn't have a dessert buddy or this chicken fried rice." You laugh and Sydney says, "I can't wait for dessert. I'm gonna need the rest to-go. Don't eat too much boys." Carmy asks, "Why aren't you a chef? This is fucking delicious." Sydney says, "Woah there Carmy. Save some compliments for the rest of us, buddy." You laugh and say, "Thank you all for the kind words. I have some already packed to-go for you, Sydney." Sydney replies, "And this is why I love you!"

Soon enough, the beer and wine are finished. And the cocktails begin... they work tomorrow, which is wild how much they're consuming. We're sitting on the couch now. Carmy is next to you and his arm has been wrapped around your shoulder for most of the night. You don't mind at all, but will he regret it? I guess it's not a kiss.

After you all watch a movie, Marcus announces to everyone he needs sleep. Carmy seems confused when Marcus pulls out a blow-up mattress and starts to inflate it. Oh, guess you forgot to tell him that they usually spend the night. You should never drink and drive, so Marcus brings an air mattress. Sydney sleeps on the couch. You make breakfast for them or have something prepped to take on-the-go for them in the morning depending on how much you drink.

You exclaim, "Carmy, uh... could you help me carry the stuff on the table into the kitchen?" Carmy nods and he helps you bring stuff to the kitchen before he asks, "Why are Marcus and Sydney getting ready for bed here?" You answer, "Right, yeah I forgot to tell you that. They spend the night if they drink a lot or if one of them isn't the designated driver. I even make them breakfast in the mornings too. I just want them to be taken care of and safe. You're welcome to stay the night too...or I can call you a cab. The only place is in my bed if you're okay sharing." He asks, "Only if it's okay with you? I don't think I would make it back to my place honestly." You answer, "It's all good. There are extra toothbrushes and stuff in the bathroom closet that you can use." He replies, "Yeah I'll go get ready for bed then. Will you be coming to bed soon?" You reply, "Yes, I just want to make sure both of them are all good before I go to sleep." He nods and walks off.

You go to make sure that Marcus and Sydney are taken care of. Sydney pulls you to her and says, "OMG! So are you and Carmy like dating or something?" You ask, "Why would you think that?" She answers, "Dude, he had his arm around you, he was positive, and he complimented you. If you're not having sex to make him happy, I'm seriously questioning his mental state." You reply, "I feel like that's rude to say. He is allowed to be happy." Marcus replies, "And you are too, you know? With or without him, we support you." You reply, "That's so sweet, Marcus. Thank you both. Now, what do you guys want for breakfast? I have stuff for burritos, pancakes, or overnight oatmeal." Sydney says, "We want burritos. I can guarantee you that is what Marcus wants." Marcus laughs and nods. You talk with them a bit more before you lay out some stuff for breakfast then head to your room. You need to shower so badly...you stink so much from work.

Carmy is staring at your bed when you walk in. You laugh and say, "The bed won't bite, Carmy. You can take either side. I sleep on the side where that book is if you don't want to take my side. I'm going to shower, but I'll be back soon. Feel free to read any of the books or look at anything. I trust you and I don't care." He nods and you go to the bathroom. You then throw on your matching set of pajamas. You leave the bathroom to see Carmy looking at your book and photo collection. You ask, "See anything you like?" Carmy answers, "Yeah actually I'm really impressed with your photos. Did you take all of them? And have you read all of these books?" You laugh, stand next to him, and answer, "I have read the top two shelves. That cart is books I need to read still. The photos are all mine, except the ones I'm in. Those were mostly taken by family members. I can always take more of the Bear if you guys ever need any promotional content." He replies, "Thanks, I might just take you up on it. Your bed is comfy by the way. I uh... I didn't know how comfortable you were with me sleeping there so I waited for you." You sit on your bed and pat the space next to you. He walks over and gently sits next to you. You say, "See, that's not so bad. And, I don't care that we're going to share this bed. I feel safe around you and I trust you. It's all good." He asks, "Why do you always compliment me? I mean, everyone at work hates me during work hours because of how much I scream and the standards I hold people to. But you... you just see the light in me." He looks so broken. It's truly sad he doesn't see what you see. You put your hand on his shoulder gently and say, "Because of what I see in you, Carmy. I see someone so kind and safe and trusting and hard-working. Yes you can scream, but we all can and that's the way of the kitchen. You do apologize when you're in the wrong and that's what counts. The standards you set are the reason that the Bear has such delicious food and has a steady influx of customers. You wanted this place to be successful and you had a dream. People just need to see what you see and once they know the standard, it's golden. So yes, I will compliment you when I want to." He puts his hand on the one on his shoulder and says, "You're so perfect... listen, I heard you all talking in the living room. If everyone thinks we're already dating, why don't we give it a try?" You answer, "Sure, when we're both free next, we can go on a date." He asks, "What would you say if I took off tomorrow and we just spent it together?" You ask, "You are going to take off tomorrow. I don't believe that for one second." He smirks and replies, "Richard and Sydney can handle it. I have a date I need to go on." You smile and say, “If you take off, I will gladly go on a date with you tomorrow. And if you don’t take off work tomorrow, I’m free after 5 every night this week and I’m off on Sundays every week.” He replies, “I’ll call Richard right now. Here we go. I’ll even put him on speaker phone so he behaves.”

You laugh.

**** Start of conversation Richard - Is something wrong, Carmy? You never call me this late. Carmy - Everything is fine. Look, I’m with Y/N right now. Richard - Define with. Are you dating her now? Why are you at her house late? Did you get laid? Give me more. Y/N - Chill, Richard. Richard - Oh hi … wow Carmy wasn’t lying that you were there. Carmy - I’m at her place, moron. Now listen, I’m taking off work tomorrow all day so I can go on a date with Y/N and spend the day with her. Richard - Holy shit you’re not coming to work! Y/N really has changed you. This is blowing my mind right now. I should’ve bought a lotto ticket tonight. Damn it. Carmy - Cousin, shut up. Tell me, can you handle tomorrow? Richard - Yes I can. The staff and I can. I know how everything runs and I will call you after closing to tell you how it goes to make you happy. Although you will probably be getting laid, so you’ll already be happy. Y/N - Please shut up. Carmy - Yeah Cousin, there is a lady present. Bye and thank you. Richard - Use protection kids. End of conversation ****

After hanging up the phone, you ask, “How does it feel? You’re going to get to sleep in and you’re going on a date tomorrow.” Carmy answers, “Honestly, I’m excited. This might be the best day of this year for me.” You laugh and lean your head on his shoulder. He cuddles close to you and says, “I wasn’t really nervous about sharing a bed with you … I was nervous about telling you my feelings and then you rejecting me or just wanting to be friends. I've been overthinking how I should tell you my feelings and when. Richard has also been pushing me about it and I knew deep down that he was right.” I laugh and say, "Don't let him hear you say that. I do have to get up to make breakfast for Sydney and Marcus in the morning, but I will go back to bed after." He says, "Wait one second, I'll be right back." He slides out from under me and walks out my room. OK?? What??

Carmy returns looking confused and weirded out. I ask, "Where did you go? You have a weird face right now." He gets in bed, opens his arms for me, and says, "They were just drunk and were happy that I asked you out. I forget how honest people are when they are drunk. It was weird. I just went to ask them if it was okay that you didn't make them breakfast because I wanted you to have sleep and to sleep in with me. I hope that's okay. I just heard you talk with Richard about how you don't want to overwork yourself and I want you to have rest for the week." I kiss him on the cheek and say, "You're so sweet. I'm not mad. I'm very glad you were looking out for me."

PART TWO

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Part 5: What Then?

It's finally Sydney's one year work anniversary! A little slice of fluff to tide us over. Quick summary of the last 4 parts- Its been about 5-6 months since The Bear opened, the slowburn is slowburning,, and Carmy wants to make Syd an shareholder. Please excuse grammar/spelling. My contacts are fizzling out.

Sydney woke up with cheerful expectation before her alarm rang. Today was her work anniversary or “workversary”. A year ago, she strode into The Beef praying that this was her chance to make something great with one of the best chefs in the industry. Then in a couple short months The Beef had closed, the process of The Bear began, and since it’s opening her hopes of creating lifelong memories for people and of obtaining a star seemed possible. The dream was becoming more concrete every day.

She got ready eagerly and grabbed the garment bag with her freshly dry-cleaned custom chef’s coat. More than just the significance of the day, Syd felt like something special was going to happen. Carmy had brought up this anniversary almost every day for the past week. Obviously, he was hiding something, and she was ravenous to know what it was. She tried every truth extraction tactic she could think of, from feigning nonchalance to making him a gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwich, to shameless pouting. The last almost worked, but Richie walked by interrupting her performance. Carm snapped out of her spell and from that moment refused to hint about today. Richie teased her ever since and even last night he left a voice note impersonating her honeyed murmur “Carmy, pleasssseee tell me…I’d wouldn’t hide anything from you” followed by retching noises.

Oh, well. She liked good surprises.

The morning was uneventful, but during staff lunch Carmy announced that it was Sydney’s work anniversary and Marcus brought out a sublime vertical carrot cake for everyone. He even made an additional small cake for her to take home and share with her father. It was so divine that if the cake was all she got, she would have been thankful, and she told him as much.

“Marcus, you are incredible! If you ever need a kidney, just make me this,” she moaned.

“I’ll remember that chef” he answered scratching his neck and bashfully ducking back into the kitchen. His crush on her was mostly snuffed out the night of Friends and Family, but occasionally those old feelings resurfaced.

As Sydney reached the peak of a blissful sugar high Carm asked her to join him in Natalie’s office. First a cake and now the mystery reveal!

They asked her to take the seat of honor, aka the comfortable chair, behind the desk. Nat looked pleased and relaxed, while Carmy was harder to read. His expression was a mixture of agitation and gladness as he drummed his fingers on his knee. For a moment they sat in silence.

“What is it?” Sydney blurted.

“Carm, tell her!” Natalie ordered with an exasperated smile.

Taking a deep breath Carmen gushed forth,

“Sydney, I don’t even know where I’d be, where The Bear would be, without you. You put in a crap ton of hours without pay during the reno, you kill it in the kitchen every day, we created the menu together, the staff respects you, you kept everything running when I was sick and…and…we want to give you a share in the restaurant.”

Sydney slumped back in the chair, speechless and gazed at them her pupils dilated like saucers.

Natalie went on to explain further, handing her a contract.

“If you accept, your share would be equivalent to Carm and I. Of ‘course none of us will see additional income until we pay back Uncle Cicero, but we didn’t want to wait to make it clear that you are essential to The Bear, to our family.”

Carmy held his breath. He had been elated about this for days, but now he doubted. Yes, Sydney wanted a star, and she loved the work, but would she want to be tied to The Bear, and by extension to him?

Sydney sat up, clutching the contract, and shook her head in amazement.

“You’re serious? A share? An equal share?”

“Yeah, of ‘course” Carmy replied, his ocean tinted eyes imploring her to believe it.

“Okay” she conceded softly, her vision blurred with tears, and she stood up to embrace her now legal partners.

Natalie swooped in first with one of her famous hugs and whispered, “Thank you.”

Then Carm overwhelmed with relief pulled her close, his lips slightly brushing her cheek.

Just then someone tapped on the door and Natalie opened it. It was Uncle Cicero eating a slice of Marcus’s cake.

“Hey, Uncle Cicero, to what do we owe this pleasure?” Natalie enquired.

“Well, my lawyer said he sent the contract over this morning, so I just wanted to officially welcome our new partner to the business and to the family! Sydney you’re a class act and this one couldn’t have picked better,” Uncle Cicero answered with a wink at Carmy. Then he beckoned for Syd to give him a hug, which she did her face hot with a mixture of happiness and self-consciousness. She felt like she was an honorary Berzatto.

“Well, I got to head out. We’ll talk again soon Sydney,” Cicero said warmly and beckoned Carm to follow him.

As they walked through the restaurant and out to his car, Cicero praised his nephew for making The Bear a success so far, raved about the cake and most importantly for making their monthly installments. Then he said something very strange.

“Carmen, you’re doing this right with that girl. Wise to get the business side squared away first. Oh, and I got a ring guy, he could get you a good deal.”

Carmy was jolted from the hazy cloud of contentment that enveloped him since Sydney accepted the offer.

“Why would I need a ring guy?”

“Hey, I know young people do things differently these days. Some wait for years, but when you’re ready to get engaged I got a connect.” Cicero explained.

“Well, uh, Sydney and I aren’t dating,” Carmy responded with a shade of longing in his voice.

“You broke up!?”

“We’ve never dated.”

“Then who were you seeing right before the restaurant opened?”

“Claire.”

“Who’s Claire?”

“She was from our old neighborhood; It didn’t work out. I was Alex Gonzalez during a lot of the reno. Why did you think I was dating Sydney?”

Cicero cocked his head, scrutinizing Carm with the intensity of an owl. That look would make Mike Tyson falter.

“Why do you think I thought you two were dating?”

Carmy blushed with a crooked smile, rubbing his chin.

Cicero sighed, got into his car, and rolled down the window.

“Don’t overthink it nephew. I could’ve been married to the love of my life if I wasn’t such a know-it-all manichino (dummy) in my youth.”

Carmy blinked, confused.

“But you are married.”

“Yeah, and she’s great. Not the love of my life though.”

With those words Cicero waved and took off.

Carmy stood for a minute to clear his mind before heading back inside. He knew Sydney was probably recovered from shock and waiting for him with dozens of questions about their new arrangement.

Also, would another hug be out of order?

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmy the bear #sydney adamu #fan fiction #syd adamu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #friends to lovers #fan fic #fluff

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secretsandwriting · 6 months

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Come On Darling

Part one has gotten a lot of attention and all the comments were really motivating so have a part two. Idk how good it is, i wrote this in the same general time it took me to write part one so hopefully it's decent.

Part One

"Hello, welcome to Roselight! How may I help you today?" The girl working there didn't even stutter when she saw Noah. She must be used to it in such an expensive shop like this one.

"I need a new tailored suit, she needs a full closet." You could almost see the dollar signs adding up behind her eyes.

"Of course! I'll have the tailors get prepared. As for her what are you thinking about for full closet? Different styles? All dressy? Casual? Sexy?" She didn't even look at you, just paying attention. While she and Noah were talking, you looked around the store. Eyes stopping on one of the other employees smiled at you. She was dressed down a little more than all the others, still in all designer. She seemed more normal then high class like everyone else working.

"Well, then are you ready to start shopping?" She was looking at you expectantly.

"No." Noah's arm you were told to hold onto tightened. His hand resting on yours. Not a threat a warning. "I was hoping I could work with her." You motioned to the employee you had seen earlier. Noah's arm relaxed.

"Unfortunately, she's not a shopper. She just helps stock and bag items."

"She'll be a shopper today then." Noah ordered. She finally started getting nervous.

"A manager has to sign off on i-"

"Then get a manager." Noah interrupted. "She wants to work with her, and we don't want to stand her arguing." A hurried, "I'll get one" was thrown over her shoulder as she retreated to the back. Remerging a minute later, a sharply dressed man following her.

"Hello, I'm Marcus, one of the managers. What can I do for you today?"

"She needs a new wardrobe and would like her to help." Noah motioned to the girl. Marcus glanced over at the girl, who looked like she was starting to get a little nervous with the attention she was getting for a reason she wasn't aware of. Marcus glanced at you next, understanding flashed through his eyes.

"Ah, of course. I'll go inform her of your request and as long as she agrees to it, I'll sign off on it."

"No i-"

"That would be great!" You interrupted Noah. You didn't want to pressure her into having to deal with Noah. Marcus came back a few minutes later, the girl following behind him.

"This is Jackie, she's agreed to help you and I've signed off her helping." His gaze was directed at directly at you. "All commissions will go to her for this sale." Noah's posture changed, considering Jackie's shift, it wasn't good.

"Thank you, that was my next question." Once again Noah relaxed. He had to be overly stressed because that could not be normal.

"I'll leave Jackie with you, let me know if there's anything I can help with." Marcus excused himself. Noah gave the same instructions he gave Caroline and Jackie wrote a few things down in a small notebook.

"Ok, whole new closet?" Jackie looked at you. "You've told me. I'm asking Y/n now." Jackie interrupted Noah when he tried to tell her again. She turned back to you. You nodded. "All styles?" Another nod. "No budget?"

"Budget." Noah immediately started protesting. Jackie waited until they stopped.

"Alright, we can easily get everything you need and any extra you want with 1 Million. So we'll set that as a tentative budget. Budget for you, tentative for the no budget peanut gallery." You were soon whisked away to a small room to get measured. With that out of the way, you were lead to a room full of overpriced clothes and accessories.

Anything you looked at twice or seemed interested in was added to a growing pile of try ons. Once you had ten full outfits, try ons started. Jackie was exactly what you wanted. If it looked good, she made sure you knew it. If it didn't look good, she figured out why. Certain styles were completely removed from the cart, some colors were pulled out too. She didn't try to get you to like the most expensive styles, or the big trends, her focus was solely on what you liked and what looked good on you. Something you were very grateful for.

Four hours of shopping later, and you were lead out to the main room where you had come in. Noah joined you and paid for the large amount of clothing you had liked enough to leave with.

Next you were taken to a shoe store. This time you had a name Jackie had given you. Another sign off and bags left with Noah, you got to work looking for shoes.

An hour and a half and 6 pair of shoes later, you were taken to a makeup store. Another name and sign off, more bags left with Noah and the process started all over again.

Three hours later, Noah paid and you left the outlet and went back to the hotel. Food was dropped off at the room and Noah inhaled his before changing and running out the door for a meeting away from the hotel. A quick "Here's my card, Don't leave the hotel or there will be problems." was thrown over his shoulder before the door was closed.

You started putting your things away, quickly realizing there wasn't enough room for all your new things and Noah's in the small closet in the room. So you made a call to the front desk and a half hour later a clothing rack with a few shelves at the bottom was delivered to your room. Setting it up was easy.

The hard part was deciding if you wanted to risk being petty and moving his things or just putting yours there.

Petty won.

If he was going to force you to get an entire new closet of clothes, you were going to put them in a closet. While moving his suits you snorted to yourself. If circumstances had been different, this shopping spree would have been a dream come true, but now, it just felt like something you would have to worry about repaying later.

Once all of his clothes hanging up were moved, you put his shoes on the bottom shelf. Once you were finished moving his things and adding yours, you moved onto the dresser. Moving his things into two of the six drawers and filled the other four with yours. Next step was rearranging the bathroom to add in the large amount of random makeup things you had gotten.

With nothing else to do, you looked through the list of things the hotel offered and decided to go get a massage. The shopping spree and large total numbers had apparently tired you enough that you didn't really care if Noah was upset.

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Noah came back from the meeting to a dark and empty hotel room. Nicolas thankfully kept his head and told Noah to call the front desk to see if they had seen her. That phone call lead him to the spa where he was let into a small room where you were laying face down on a table while a woman worked on the knots in your back.

"He needs to go next. He seems way to tense to be healthy." Noah just stared at you in exasperation, questioning why the hell he was putting himself through all of this for Alec

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silverstudios · 4 days

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Mum says it's my turn to write!

(Based on that break in idea I had)

The plan was simple, Patrick had told them, wait for the owner to leave, smash the window in the back, steal everything not bolted down. It was simple:sell everything they stole to the pawn shop down the street and under that shitty breakfast place, make bank, go back to the frat house and use that money to party all night long.

Marcus glanced at the other three of this “Operation”, Patrick (their self proclaimed “Leader”), Nicholas (the “Brains”- the mere thought made Marcus roll his eyes), and Tom (that football playing brute). And then, of course, him- the only one of the group who knows how to drive a car.

Truth be told- he knew this was a stupid, bad idea. They were committing theft, a crime punishable by law, and even if the police here were chill as hell, that doesn’t mean this was alright. But he needed that cash, and he needed the good social credit with these dumbasses to get through the rest of his college courses in peace.

He just has to finish those courses- and then he can leave this backwater town behind and live it with his business major in some fancy city somewhere.

“Oh- there they are.” Patrick whispered and pulled the group down into the bush- poor thing- and watched as a lanky person exited the house, locking the door behind them. Marcus raised a brow at the weird outfit- white lab coat and red goggles?- before shaking his head and watching as this poor bastard entered into their car- beaten up thing, almost as bad as his car is- and drove off.

The rag tag team of thieves waited for a few more moments to see if they’d return, but after a minute or two Patrick stood, smiled at them and motioned for the group to move.

Marcus took a deep breath to banish away the rising feelings of guilt and shame as he followed after his “friends”- god they were actually going to do this, robbing this poor guy blind- and had to close his eyes as Tom broke the lock on the back window, shoving it up so hard a small crack formed on it.

“Remember- everything that isn’t bolted down.” Patrick snickered- like this was funny, like this was a fucking gaming and not a criminial action- and climbed in, followed shortly by the other two. Marcus waited at the window, his stomach flipping and throat thick.

He could run and leave these dumbfucks with no ride back, he could do the right thing and call the police station, there are many things he could do…

And he chose to climb into that window.

…It was a nice house, a bit small from the looks of it. The kitchen seemed nice, with its wooden floors…with….claw marks on them??? Maybe the dude has a pet. There was a cork board with newspaper clips pinned to it, a sink full of dishes (mood my guy, mood)....multiple things of peanut butter jars on the counter (not even the good kind of peanut butter) and a fridge with more claw marks on it.

Marcus looked toward the others, who were already shoving glasses and pictures into their shitty backpacks, and sighed. They seem to have the kitchen under control…

He wanders out of the kitchen, looking around the living room. The guy had turned the lights off, making it nearly pitch black in there. Marcus slammed his hand on the wall and began fumbling for a light switch, eyes downward looking for any small critter on the floor. He might be robbing a house but dammit he will not kick someone’s pet, even by accident.

The light flashed on, bright and sudden, and made Marcus squint his eyes shut. This dude has a lightbulb that has the power of the sun, or maybe all those drinks from last night were still messing with him….

He blinked away the spots in his eyes, sighed heavily and flung his backpack off his back. He looked up, ready to see what kind of things he could fit in this dinky old bag-

And his heart stopped in his chest.

Sitting there, on the couch, a mostly eaten sandwich in its hands, blinking just as heavily as he was (maybe he had flashbanged it as well when he turned that light on), making direct eye contact with him…

Was something he thought was just a small town boogeyman, a grim fairy tale to keep the kids from being stupid and trusting strangers. The Smiling snatcher, east ridge demon, whatever other fucking nickname this town had for this- This creature. This creature that, even while Sitting down, could tower over him. This creature which was slowly gaining a twisted, malicious grin on its face, its snack placed onto the coffee table next to the beaten up couch.

“Ey Marcus, found anything good?-'' Patrick stopped dead in his tracks next to him, his breath caught in his throat. And based on the pause on the rustling, the other two dumbfucks either saw the creature as it stood through the little kitchen window thing or heard their fearless leader shitting himself-

But they all heard this creature Snicker and glare at them…

And if anyone was near this house- they would have heard all four boys scream bloody murder as it charged forward, a sickening cackle escaping it.

…

Alex flung their door open with a loud sigh. Just another day working for Lankman, another day of intense guilt and mild annoyance at all the incorrect veligun information stated as truth. They glanced up, blinking for a few seconds….and sighed even louder.

Clyde laid across the couch, a satisfied looking smirk on it’s face, a hand resting on it’s chest and tail flung over the top of the couch. Claw marks lined the walls that weren’t there this morning, a keep plastic table they had gotten a few days ago sat broken in half and they could barely make out the sight of their back kitchen window being both open and broken.

Part of them wanted to ask, part of them wanted to know….but the rest of them was just too tired to give a single shit.

“Hiiiiii Sandwich man~” Cylde purred from it’s spot as Alex passed it. “How was work?” “Same as always, awful and guilt wrecking.” “Hey, at least you have tomorrow off, yes?” “Yeah at least there’s that-” Alex paused, looking back toward Clyde with a raised brow. “.......Clyde?” “Yes?” “......Why do I hear….screaming, coming from you?” The veligun merely smiled larger, it’s clawed fingers tapping across it's chest and shrugged. Alex watched it for a second…sighed and shook their head. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes!” It sat up quickly, a short, muffled chorus of screams and shrieks racing from it’s body. Alex just rolled their eyes and headed into the kitchen, taking a mental note of the four backpacks sat in the corner.

#doai sitcom au #long post #Writing #no beta we die like men #silver rambles #hehehehehehhehe

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icanseethefuture333 · 8 months

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THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR...

A tarot reading on:

ENHYPEN

Enhypen as idols:

Their debut as idols honestly feels chaotic. I don't know what happened, but the members of the group were not prepared mentally it seems for the lifestyle that was to come as idols. There could of been conflict with schedules, technical issues, or delay in communication. Enhypen's debut was a hot topic as well or a lot of people were just talking about it. I have a feeling some members of the group were rebellious when they were younger. Their company could of had unrealistic expectations from when they were teenagers. I am being reminded of those monkeys who perform in the circus and are trained to be a pet. "Animal cruelty"? Enhypen were trained in a very unethical way. It's like their company made them do things that were not suitable for minors (Child labor? Lack of parental figures present? Missing school? Something of that nature). "It's like dancing for peanuts.", were they not being paid fairly in the beginning of their career? Yikes. Although, I see that since Enhypen are now young adults, they are finding a way to achieve success. There is a lot of emotional healing and abundance present. They are experiencing some sort of wish fulfillment. (Clarified by Adjustment) I feel like Enhypen are learning to balance their idol life with their personal lives, perhaps in the past they weren't allowed to have much freedom but now they can explore their options and be more independent. I keep seeing birds in these cards so Enhypen read their fans messages a lot and appreciate the encouraging words they get, they know that engenes got their back.

What does the music industry think of Enhypen?:

My phone crashed as I was writing this and I thought "break the industry" with this Tower card. The music industry adores them. They want to make them happy and give them all the endorsements they can possibly get. Their cards are on the table and they want to see what big move they will do next. Enhypen are only going to grow more and become even more accomplished.

What do other idols think of Enhypen?:

I heard "they got their ducks in a row". So that could mean as a group other idols believe they are playing it smart and making moves that will overall benefit them in the end. Enhypen are not afraid to take a chance or provide themselves with new endeavors. I thought of the scene from White Chicks when Marcus said "*out of breath* I don't know? I like a challenge." After getting in a fight with one of the biggest dudes there. So idols could see Enhypen as a group that can take a "beating", meaning they stay strong in moments of adversity. They're quite patient and have a lot of emotional intelligence, protective of each other as well.

Enhypen's dynamic as a group:

This group has a strong ass backbone. This is very impressive given the fact they're all so young. They can't be pushed around easily by people's words. "You can't move me, I'm stone." They just have a solid foundation and Enhypen all seem to be grounded individuals. They are compassionate, wise, charismatic, brave, and secure with themselves. Overall, I'd say they have a very strong bond as a group. Good luck to anyone who would want to sabotage them because they're not going anywhere and if shit were to ever go down at their company, they're leaving as a group.

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pintsizemama · 5 months

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Christmas Craft Fair

Day 11

Summary: Marcus & Peanut shop at the craft fair.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x You, Marcus Pike x Female Reader (Peanut)

Fandom: The Mentalist

Rating: Mature

Warnings: talk of drinking

Word Count: 542

A/N: This takes place before The Proposal

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Marcus’s hand was warm and strong clasped in yours. You walked leisurely by all the booths at the Christmas craft fair. You always loved coming to these. It was so much fun to see all the creative things people made for the holidays. You had just closed the sale of your home in DC last week, and were now settled…well, settling back in Seattle. You didn’t have a place here yet, so you were staying with your parents until you found something.

Sarah was in heaven with 24/7 uninterrupted Grandma and Grandpa time. And your parents were thrilled as well. You had planned to bring your daughter with you today, but your mom insisted you and Marcus enjoy some adult time. So, you decided to take advantage of a baby free shopping trip and buy the rest of your Christmas gifts.

“Do you think my mom would like that?” Marcus asked. You looked to where he was pointing. It was a Christmas sweater that said ‘Best Grandma Ever’.

“Oh my god, yes!” You said immediately. “But you know my mom is gonna want one too.”

“I figured that,” he replied. “They have different colors, so we can get them each one.”

“Perfect,” you agreed. “Let’s get a blue one for your mom since it’s her favorite, and red for mine.” Marcus stepped into the booth to buy the sweaters.

“I think we should give these to them on Christmas Eve so they can wear them on Christmas day,” Marcus said after he paid.

“Good idea.” You walked along and bought more gifts as you went. You had already gotten everyone the big items. This was just some fun extras you guys wanted to get for everyone.

“Oh my god,” Marcus gasped as you approached a woodworking booth. He rushed over and picked up a beautiful doll cradle. It was solid wood and gorgeously crafted. It had a cute tufted headboard with a scene of baby bears on it and a matching blanket and pillow set.

“I have to get this for Sarah,” Marcus told you. “She will love it.” You smiled at your handsome boyfriend. He loved to spoil his little girl.

“She definitely would love this,” you said. Marcus quickly purchased it, afraid to lose out since it was the only one.

“I think we should head back to the car and unload some of this stuff,” you said. Both your arms were very full now.

“Good idea,” Marcus agreed. “Do you want to walk around more or do you want to grab lunch?”

“Mmm,” you moaned. “Lunch sounds good.” Marcus smiled

“Alright,” he said, “how about the pub?”

“Yes!” You shouted. The pub was a local favorite, but it had been years since you’d been there. Living in DC—and then having Sarah when you came to visit—made it impossible to go.

“Oh man, I’m getting a pint for sure,” you said. “Maybe two!”

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass home, Peanut,” Marcus warned.

“You totally would if I needed you to,” you teased.

“I would,” Marcus sighed.

“That’s one of the reasons I love you,” you sing songed.

“C’mon, you lush,” Marcus said. “Let’s go get your beer.” You giggled and followed him to the car.

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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[Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

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So, premise. I'm posting this headcanon and I’ve already scheduled the post of a request. I didn’t really have the time or the strength, so I’m writing the ones a bit faster now. I hope you like them anyway <3

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

He loves sweets that are not too sweet, like tiramisu.

and loves sweets that are easy to make together, without dirty too much the kitchen but still being able to enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

like tiramisu.

it has become your dessert by chance, but now every occasion sees on the table the coffee based dessert.

Has Jayce made any progress with studying hextech? He will prepare the dinner and, at the end of the meal, serve the agonized dessert.

Did you get a promotion? Here you are dusting cocoa all over before he comes home.

it is your cuddle, your silent way of communicating intimacy in everyday life, in feeding each other careful not to laugh not to choke you with cocoa powder

【Viktor】

This man is greedy, in his cupboard there are only bottles of sweet milk.

It often happens that he forgets to eat, which is why you find yourself leveraging his soft spot for sweets to make sure he eats something during the day.

small packs of assorted pastries, generally easy to eat treats that don’t dirty too much, so that he can consume them even while sitting studying or working

Even if he doesn’t realize it at the moment, when he realizes you’ve taken time for him, he always feels an inexplicable warmth in his chest.

but your gesture is not one-sided, the mornings when he knows you have to work together always makes you find the cup of coffee and a croissant still hot waiting for you

【Ekko】

he is not into sweets

when for the first time you removed from the cotton cloth the bars of sesame, hazelnuts and peanuts he was visibly confused, but in no time fell in love

He doesn’t wait for you to make them, he asks you directly when he wants to.

Generally he eats them little by little, one of the things he loves about that kind of sweet is the long preservation: he has all the time in the world to eat it without having to consume it when he doesn’t really want it just for fear that it will go bad.

You’d be constantly sitting on your hands just to see his funny expression when a bite sticks his teeth together

but you know that another reason why he loves it is because every piece is divided into several parts, and can share it with his people or with you without any problems

【Marcus】

the primary temptation is to associate him with doughnuts, but that would be quite wrong.

he loves to be able to eat sweets with you, which is why the tart has become ubiquitous in your home.

If you have time in the morning he will cut two slices, so that you can eat it for breakfast together.

If he comes home late from a shift, you will eat it calmly on the sofa or even in bed, talking about the day or just being silent together

As much as he loves it, what makes it special is sharing it with you: he would never take a piece of it to work. It’s a dessert you made or bought for him and for this reason he wants it to remain inside the walls of the house

Plus he knows you’re always laughing when he gets his mustache dirty, and he swear to God: your smile makes it better

【Silco】

He has no real preferences

the first time you brought him chocolate he was visibly confused, he didn’t understand what the occasion was

He is rich but would never spend money on something so futile, plus on a daily basis he doesn’t eat too much

But when you bring him something sweet, he’ll never admit it, but there’s a certain sacredness to that gesture.

He will consume it only when he is totally alone, with good music playing, aged whiskey and the calm of the night.

He’s not one to express affection verbally, which is why he appreciates in an unquantifiable way the attention you put into choosing something for him

always smiles before the first taste, just shaking his head with fake exasperation

every single time, the very idea that you might have taken the trouble to spend time to make that gesture makes his week

【Vander】

this man can cook, and he definitely loves sweets

which is why his favorite dessert is "whatever your hands did"

no matter if it’s small cakes, tarts, cookies or cupcakes, if you did it he will love it regardless

generally prefer to eat the sweets you bring them after the inn has closed

He sits quietly, sets the jukebox, and enjoys every bite of your attention.

if it’s a night when you have free time, he will asks you to prepare something together, so that you two can share the dessert you made for him, while the one made together goes to the kids.

as a family.

He is used to being the one who thinks about others and devotes time to the people he cares about, but getting attention back? It’s something he’s not used to and didn’t know he missed so much

but the kiss that strikes you on the forehead every single time expresses all his love for you and your attention

【Singed】

the reason you showed up with a chocolate treat in his "surgery" was really stupid

you are used to talking while he works, and often ends up explaining details either of his work or chemical processes

And then he told you about the hormones of happiness, and how they were available even in little things like chocolate.

That’s why, after a particularly stressful week, you put the dessert in front of him.

since that time it has become a habit, however particular: you know that it is not totally comfortable to remove the bandage in front of people, which is why you sit with your back facing him while eating it

and he always takes several seconds to appreciate both the small gift that your shrewdness towards him

it’s hard to think you’re being treated with kindness or attention when you’re used to lanes, but those chocolate treats are in their little evidence that maybe there’s still some mercy

【Jinx】

By sweets I mean sweets.

candies mainly, meringues, cotton candy.

Sugar.

it makes her even more energetic, undeniably, but you see her expression change, as if she finally found peace when her cheeks fill with delicacies

obviously she is not able to moderate herself, which is why you agreed that the day "junk" comes minimum once every two weeks, no objection allowed.

but you have to admit that you only fell in love more when you saw her carefully divide the gummy bears and eat first all the red ones, then the orange ones and so on.

And if you do not want to taste a certain candy she will jump to kiss you, with a huge smile from ear to ear

"to make you feel how good it is," she says

【Vi】

Sweets are something you rarely see in Zaun

And as grown-up as this woman is, she can’t hide a certain glint in her eyes.

In a poor city like the underground city, giving food is a huge form of love, because it means in the first place that the person who gives is depriving themself of it.

That’s why that cupcake would be split in two, and with a masterful big sister gesture she would give you the biggest piece.

the sound of pleasure that comes out of her lips tightened and full of crumbs makes you burst to laugh every time

at every single bite you feel like the wounds of a lifetime heal a little

and the woman in front of you deserves all the good in the world

and kisses taste better if they have a frosting aftertaste

【Caitlyn】

obviously this girl is terribly greedy.

You wouldn’t have a dessert in particular, on the contrary: it has become your habit, once a week, to try something always different.

even if in a very soft way you see the beauty of discovery together, of falling in love more and more of the small reactions of each other when your tongues meet an unusual flavor.

in particular you have taken the habit of eating in Caitlyn’s room, which had always been strictly forbidden to her

so, every Thursday, when her parents are busy at the council, you sneak in and set up the bed with a towel, candles and delicacies

and on special occasions also wine or a drink recommended by those who sold you them

【Cassandra】

"what can you give to those who already have everything?"

cookies. It’s not the answer you expected, but you had to reconsider.

if there is one thing that money can't buy is time, and when Cassadra saw for the first time the box of uneven cookies has barely hidden a smile.

You haven’t spent any money on her, but your time, which is even more valuable.

When you have some free time or you have leftover dough, you always make some extra dough for her, and she doesn’t share it with anyone but you

she usually accompanies them with tea, or from time to time while working she takes small breaks in which she indulges those small sweets

sometimes even look for your smell between flour and butter, with the intent of those who would like to leave a kiss on your skin but she has to settle for the crumbs

【Sevika】

she doesn't like sweets, but it is a rather technical reason: they are not one of the best sources of energy.

But when you’re alone at home and you take those two slices of cheesecake out of the fridge, she really has to work to hide a smile.

It’s a sort of cuddle, in the midst of stale alcohol and low-grade smoke finally she can eat something good, something that is not useful but is pleasant.

usually caresses a thigh of yours or the base of your back while you put the dessert in front of her, in an implicit sign of gratitude

although the line "I was ready for another sweet" is always on her lips

She’ll never admit it out loud, but she has a heartbeat every time you make that little gesture for her because of the futility of the action.

it is unthinkable for her the idea that you can associate her with something so pleasant, but it is also incredibly heartwarming to think that just like that sweet you do not decide to stay close to her because useful but because you genuinely like her and you want to spend time with her

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