#fanfic wishlist

[ensignsenna]

Been reading a few Dungeon Meshi fics this week, and came across a cute one where the group takes care of a de-aged Izutsumi and now I kind of want to figure out what to search to find the reverse. Like everyone else gets de-aged and Izutsumi is trying to figure out how to handle babies/toddlers and fix things because she is about as equipped as I am to take care of tiny little beings, and somehow even LESS interested in doing so, but would eventually try her best, and it would be messy and hilarious.

[jal-the-jinxed]

hi hello hey i am so normal about the ruthari reunion it is literally everything i hoped for

i dont have all the screenshots to properly scream but i am So Normal someone sedate me

[shaylogic]

SIR I NEED to know the story behind this!

When and how did you learn this? With WHOM?

I know comic Charles gets a crush on like every girl he and Edwin meet, so I imagine early in their cases, Charles experimented with flings with people and figured it out?

Honestly need a flashback in an ep of season 2 where Charles goes on his first Ghost/Human Date

Bonus points if it was with a guy!!

[toxintouch]

TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:

Leander kills one of his Bloodhounds for you.

One of Leander’s Bloodhounds is affected by your (the MC's) curse, and Leander has to kill them to protect you. He is strangely unaffected by this. All of his attention is on you and your wellbeing. He’ll give you an emotional reaction to his Bloodhound’s death if prompted - if he thinks you need to see that from him. But, at least while it's just the two of you, he seems much more invested in reassuring you:

It wasn't your fault.

Bonus points:

Leander purposely exposes one of his Bloodhounds to your curse… Not to exploit the power of your curse like others have, but to save you.

Maybe one day, Lowtown floods. You scramble to save yourself, find yourself hanging precariously onto higher ground, clinging desperately to the awning of a building as the torrent of water rushing below you threatens to wash you away with the tide.

The Bloodhounds respond immediately, working to save those they can. Leander finds you quickly–too quickly to be coincidence?–

You can see that Leander's face is set in determination, so different from the blushing man who holds your hands and whispers sweet words to you. You hear him calling out to the Bloodhound group closest to you, instructing one of them in particular to help you up.

Leander has seen that your safeguards (bandages, etc.) have been thrown into disarray, the bite of the stone building having ripped through any fabric previously covering your hands.

The Bloodhound, too, sees your cursed flesh. They can extrapolate that touching your hand will be as good as a death sentence, but still…

The Bloodhound doesn't even hesitate.

– (You do, though. You try and dodge the hand reaching out for you without losing your hold completely, but regardless of your struggle you find yourself hoisted up, a strong grip wrapped firmly around you, the Bloodhound's own hands tensing, gripping you tighter and tighter and tighter as you barely manage to get your knees under you, find the solid ground now below you, prepare to) –

Leander doesn't hesitate either.

Does not even wait to verify your curse has taken effect.

The magic he uses is swift, death instantaneous. The Bloodhound's dead body drops before you, a macabre tribute, a morbid testimony of Leander's affection.

[videnrambles]

Kinda obsessed with time travel(fix it) stories rn so heres a list of time travel(fix it) stories I want to see: (if yall got any recs similar to these, slide that shit)

(Pre-Shibuya) Yuuji and Mei Mei get temporarily sent back into their old 2005 bodies. Everyone thinks Yuji is her cute younger brother or smth. Main idea: I want Mei Mei to use cute baby Yuji to siphon money from Gojo.

Crack fic where Todo gets sent back and realizes he and Yuji didn't go to middle school together. Or maybe they did go to school together and Yuji had his memories altered when Todo became a sorcerer.

Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi get stuck in a time loop (starts the day after they pick up Nobara, ends if they die or slightly after Shibuya) and at some point they just stop taking anything seriously. They just start fucking around. Gojo isn't sure how these students who met less than a day ago are so close but he's here for it. (I'm so making a longer post about this one)

The first year trio, post Sukuna, gets sent back to their 2007 bodies making them all 4-5 years old. They keep the same strength from their older selves but now they are just smaller. The story follows them as they reunite and do their best to find Kenjaku. Sub plot of Gojo looking everywhere for Megumi after receiving a note that just said "be back in a few weeks gotta link up with some friends and get revenge." (fuckkkk i might make a longer story for this one too)

Just literally anything where all of the trio get sent back together into their old bodies and are insanely op. Please I love them.

Post war Yuji getting sent back into Sukuna's domain from the night he had his heart ripped out. He still accepts Sukuna's offer to duel for the revival, beats the shit out of him, and then revives himself. Typical time travel fix it shenanigans follow.

Crack fic where Tsukamoto get's sent back and it's up to them to save their movie buddy. Idk i just think it would be funny for tsukamoto to become op and beat the shit out of Mahito

[sherlocking-out-loud]

after Buck's speech, Tommy thinks Buck has the wrong idea about him - he's not the flawless and impressive man Buck thinks he is. and if they move in together, Buck will discover every single flaw and imperfection. and Buck - that Tommy thinks is only infatuated (not even in love) by his idea of who Tommy is - will be disappointed and he'll want to leave. it has happened before, Tommy knows the drill - he's never enough. and after living together, after having Buck so close for however long, he'd be destroyed. better end it now, it will hurt less.

so I think that for Tommy to believe that their relationship is not doomed, that he is enough, he has to be shown that Buck loves him for who he really is, warts and all.

maybe Tommy gets in an accident and ends up in hospital, a life-threatening injury that has him in an induced coma for a few days. Buck hears about it and goes to visit him every day. one day Tommy wakes up, alone. a nurse comes in to check on him and leaves. a few hours later someone else comes in: his estranged father (next of kin had been immediately informed, just in case, but he took his time to show up) - who, being the man he is, berates and belittles Tommy for being careless, no hint of compassion in his words or tone. Tommy doesn't argue - it would be pointless and, if he's being honest with himself, the accident was mostly his fault, so.

suddenly his room's door opens again and Tommy is speechless: Buck is there and he's looking at his father with an angry frown. Tommy's father asks him who he is, and he replies "I'm Tommy's friend, and I think you're being very unfair to him", they exchange a few heated words and Tommy's father storms off.

Tommy is stunned, and grateful and confused. "You didn't have to come, I've broken up with you, I don't des--" and Buck, "I still care about you Tommy, of course I had to come."

Tommy later learns, from another nurse, that Buck has been visiting him every single day since he was brought to the hospital, and has spent his time talking or reading to him. she also tells him that, on the third day, Buck asked her if he could shave him, and she adds, "He did it with so much care, you're lucky to have a boyfriend so devoted to you." Tommy bites back a sob, but the tears still fill his eyes, "Yeah, so lucky."

[zimmer-zupastar]

FIRST DAY OF WINTER BREAK! Comment below what you guys wished for (besides Tokio Hotel merch)!

[gdragonsideburns]

Played killer chat ONE TIME and now it’s four days later I have about a thousand saves, several play throughs and three reads of the Halloween story under my belt to mine speech patterns for a character I found terribly cringy and am now in love with. (In terms of cringy-edgelord-eboys not in terms of writing, he’s exceedingly well written). Anyways now I have around 5000 words of corruption based dddne ronin porn on my computer. Is this penance for my sins?

EDIT:I posted it btw its on my ao3 same username same spelling

[wordsformurder]

Wishlist

Hi guys, after some fretting, I have news. This is going to be the last wishlist.

I've been doing this since my early twenties and am now in my late thirties. A lot has changed and the wishlist no longer really fits into things. It's been slowly getting less and less every year anyway, and today I caught myself putting wishlist writing on my chore list.

Writing should never be a chore.

So this is it. I'll finish this year and do my best not to half ass it, and then I'll be done.

Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me for years and given me countless brilliant fun ideas. It's been glorious.

I hope you understand and still drop by sometimes to talk about story ideas.

Thank you!

[mygpuff]

Help Shape a Fanfiction Indexing App – Reader Feedback Wanted!,

Hiii,

I'm currently exploring the development of an app that helps fanfiction readers discover, organize, and manage their favorite fics across multiple platforms (like AO3, FanFiction.net, Tumblr, etc).

As someone who reads a lot of fanfic, I've found it frustrating to keep track of what I've read—especially on platforms like Tumblr, where searching and saving is... let’s be honest, a mess.

This app would help solve that by offering a central hub to search, track, bookmark, and organize fics, regardless of where they’re hosted.

To make this tool genuinely useful, I’d love your input! 💬 Please take 2 minutes to fill out this quick, anonymous interest form:

Whether you read a little or a lot, your feedback would really help! Also, feel free to reblog or tag your mutuals who live in the fanfic trenches 🖤

Thank you!!

[the-femslash-wishlist]

Place your estimates in the tags

[shaylogic]

Edwin: Honestly, Charles, sometimes I wish you would cease your nonsense. . .

Charles: Why don't you cease my nonsense for me?

Edwin: What?

Charles:

Edwin:

[toxintouch]

Love the thought of Mhin’s monster being terrifying; a true threat to your (the MC’s) safety, an insurmountable burden that has destroyed Mhin’s life and that’s why they are so desperate for a cure.

But also…

Thinking about Androcles removing the thorn from the lion’s paw…

The thought that maybe if the monster doesn’t successfully kill you the first time, it will recognize you the second.

That transformation looks like it hurts.  Before, after, during.

The idea that it will be a slow process, a dangerous one, but if you can survive, if you can calm it down–

Preening broken feathers.  A slow and methodical process, but your heart beats like you’re running for your life.  You keep retreating, feather by feather, because you’re not sure how stable this moment of calm is, how long you have before it will try to kill you again. 

You gain Mhin’s trust the same way.  Slow and methodical.  Showing your hands at all times.  No sudden movements.

Mhin knows you ran into their Monster–knows that you know.  They hate the thought of putting this much faith in another person but they hate the thought that the monster might get out and harm people even more.  You could be an ally in this too, they suppose…

They hand over a key to their safe house, show you how to use the security measures they have in place for when they transform.  They explain to you how to safely lock them inside–it can be done from either side effectively but Mhin never gives any thought to which side of the door you’d choose to be on…

You start asking Kuras for medical supplies, unable to give any information regarding why you need them.  You see someone selling hunting birds and carrier pigeons in the market so you ply them for information, paying them back by shelling out a ridiculous amount of money on whatever care products look like they might be moderately useful.

More preening broken feathers.  It seems to–they–seem to understand that you mean to help, now.  The process becomes easier.  You start carefully removing bits of broken glass you find embedded into them–you’re not sure how it got there, if the glass is something mystical or if they went on a little rampage before you were able to lead them into the safe house.  Maybe they’re just like a regular bird and they ran into something by accident.  Maybe it’s been there for years because no one’s been around (or able to) take it out.  

Does it hurt Mhin, too?

You’re even more determined with that thought, though you have to be so-very-careful because if you startle or hurt them, they become agitated.  You’re not sure if they would hurt you on purpose anymore, but they sure as hell could kill you by accident.

It burns your heart to leave some pieces in before Mhin changes back, but you know you have to.  You can’t help if you don’t stay safe. And Mhin always makes you promise to look after yourself when they can't.

Mhin transforms back and realizes that it didn’t take so much from them this time, that the usual pain is a little lesser, that they still ache but it isn’t debilitating.  They write it off at first but the thought sits at the back of their mind. Filling them with unrest. A thorn in their side that they cannot quite reach...

They go to their safe house to check how the locks are holding up and they notice some things.  A large basin for water. Your supplies.  A music box, of all things.

Needless to say, they’re horrified.  They demand to know what you’re doing.  Are you trying to get yourself killed?

“I knew you had no sense but–”

You assure them that you’re taking every precaution.

Besides, aren’t you doing the right thing?  It’s totally logical that they (–it , Mhin insists) can get thirsty, of course Mhin is feeling better when they aren’t being locked in an empty room deprived of water half the time.

The monster looks so sad, now that they aren’t trying to hurt you.  As they became more used to you, you began to see the parts where they and Mhin overlap.  Shared habits.  The way they settle down to sleep at night is the same…

Mhin hates the monster inside of them, but you don’t.

[arc-angel-o]

SPILL YOUR GUTS

Summary: Boris comes back for Carlo and carries him to safety.

Warnings: Blood and injury, suicidal thoughts, referenced incest (Carlo is still planning to marry his cousin), mostly canon-typical I think

Word count: 500

This was a lot of fun to write, albeit challenging. I set out to write Carlo realizing his love for Boris, but he's not quite there yet. I think he doesn't realize he's also attracted to men yet, despite his appreciation for them. Well maybe after this he does. I don't go into internalized homophobia here, but that's probably an obstacle too.

Take a look at the tags before reading, but I do think this is a pretty cozy fic honestly. Despite all the talk of death, and despite having to listen to the inner monologue of Carlo, there's also the simple pleasure of admiring a tall, masculine, handsome man 💛

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The Marcusgate

It all started on a lazy Sunday, which was now Carmy's favorite day of the week, and with Syd and Carmy binge-watching Netflix's Blue Ribbon Baking Championship and remembering that Sandra Lee was a regular Bear's customer whenever she was in Chicago, so they pinged Richie to get her number and congratulate her for the show that Sydney was crazy about.

Syd maniacally took notes on all the recipes on the show and came up with variations of each that she planned to run by Marcus the next day. She was overjoyed when one of the bakers used lemon-macerated Concord grapes in his cake, and that excitement was quickly replaced by disappointment when that same baker was the first to leave the competition. And when she saw Sandra Lee in tears over a cheesecake, she knew she had to ask Marcus to add that cheesecake recipe to The Bear's menu as soon as possible, so she asked Carmy to contact Sandra and try to get all the intel.

In time, this led to all four of them starting a Blue Ribbon group chat that included Syd, Carmy, Sandra, and Marcus. They exchanged recipes and talked specifically about logistics to ensure plagiarism wasn't one of the ingredients when Marcus made The Bear's version of those desserts. Not only to avoid any potential legal complications that could affect the restaurant's or Marcus' reputation, but also because both Syd and Carmy knew that plagiarism was the fetish of those who can't, the lowest of crimes that only mediocre criminals commit, and they were way above that, as naturally so was Marcus. They also greeted each other on their respective birthdays and, of course, invited each other to dinner whenever that could be arranged.

One day, over one of those dinners that took place at Casa Sydcarmy, on a Sunday night when Sandra happened to be in town, she pitched an idea to the Michelin Star award-winning chefs: "What do you guys think of joining me as Executive Producers on my next project: Cordon Blue Ribbon?"

"Cordon Blue Ribbon?" Marcus was intrigued.

"You mean the Cordon Bleu version of your show?" Syd quipped.

"Exactly, and only Michelin Star award winner pastry chefs could compete on it and the prize would be a million dollars, instead of just $100K." Sandra's eyes met Marcus and stayed laser-focused on him.

Carmy was still silent and in disbelief when he looked at Marcus with a mix of curiosity and shock on his face, to know what he had to say to that.

"Sounds interesting..." Marcus added as he popped a mini cinnamon churro in his mouth, courtesy of Sandra who knew better than to show up empty-handed to a dinner party thrown by 2 Michelin Star award chefs.

"That's what I told my manager! When she came up with the idea, I was super interested right off the bat. You'll see, I have a 3-year contract with Netflix, and making another Pie Blue Ribbon cooking show wasn't going to cut it. It was more of the same, and innovation is a must in television if you want to stay relevant."

"You should know... having an Emmy under your belt, right?" Syd fangirl had entered the chat.

Sandra laughed and graciously accepted the compliment, meanwhile, Carmy had no idea what the ladies were talking about because he had never watched one of her shows before Syd came into his life, let alone a daytime Emmy award show.

Sandra went on and kept focusing on Marcus.

"So we decided to bring in more award-winning chefs and raise the stakes for this next project. That was the only way we could get the million-dollar prize approved. So... what do you think Marcus? Would you be on board? Would you be interested in competing for a million dollars?"

Marcus looked at Syd and Carmy, like asking for their greenlight and they both smiled and silently agreed.

So it was settled and when the show happened, he was going to be there, front and center. Sandra assured him.

Fast forward 6 months and the pre-production of the contest was being kick-started in Los Angeles.

Syd and Carmy declined the offer Sandra made them to be Associate Executive producers of the show so that Marcus could be a participant and no conflict of interests compromised him. Marcus, in exchange, offered them a cut of the prize if he won and Syd and Carmy agreed to only take credit on social media about being his sponsors and mentors but vehemently declined every penny he offered.

"You owe us nothing, Marcus, this is all you," Syd said.

"What are you talking about? Carmy believed in me when all I knew how to barely make were buns and you pushed me to be better, Sydney, to push myself. I wouldn't have gone to Copenhagen if it weren't for you, guys..."

"But because of your amazing work we also got a Michelin Star, Marcus. That star was a team effort, you're one of us. That's more than enough payback if you ask me." Carmy clarified with a: "Period" tone.

Marcus heard the subtext and was quick to be on the same page "Heard, chef."

Shortly after Marcus was wowing the judges with his creations, all 100% by Marcus Brooks. He took no inspo from the recipes he got from the chat he shared with Sandra, Syd, and Carmy. His only inspiration came from his loved ones, his affections, and people that he had met along the way and that had had a true impact on his life. Including Luca and Michael.

Marcus slayed the competition one killer dessert at a time.

There were 9 rounds and the grand finale. The level of complexity was evergrowing.

Marcus was a serene force of nature on that set.

He bagged the first round with a peach pie served in a sundae dish with a scoop of lemon buttermilk gelato at the base topped with balsamic caramel sauce and a half-moon shaped, fresh peach hand pie. The hand pie was hot, just out of the oven so the contrast between that and the ice cream was what really got the judges. They were amazed by Marcus' talent, from day one and knew he was final-round material from the get-go. There was no doubt about it in their minds because he was not only incredibly skilled but also calm and focused. He didn't falter under pressure.

The second round was also in Marcus' pocket when he served a petite croissant over a brass cooling rack dotted with Pearl sugar and honey filled with a gooey Délice de Bourgogne cheese and finished at the table with black truffle, inspired by Chicago's Kasama. The judges' feedback was amazing. They said it was exquisitely clever to use this as a cheese course. "The technique and execution were exemplary," they assured.

Then it was the turn of the most luxurious and rarest ingredient of them all: Criollo.

For those viewers at home who may have not been too familiar with this ingredient, Sandra gave a brief presentation:

"Criollo is a very rare and precious variety of cacao that was at risk of extinction for many years. It is the cacao of the Mayas and the Aztecs, the cultivation of which has been progressively abandoned owing to its low yield. It is a delicate cacao and makes up just 0.01% of global cacao production. Tonight, our chefs will use it as the primary ingredient to bring us the Wow factor we are looking for and that will earn them immunity in the next round. Let the Criollo games begin!"

With that, Sandra dismissed the participants and allowed them to go to their stations to start working their magic. They only had 50 minutes to make it happen and make it count.

Marcus decided to go with something a little bit different. He crafted his chocolate pyramid with a creamy ball of guava sorbet and a tasty coconut foam. He also crowned it with a thin sugar collar sprinkled with sesame seeds, flecks of red chili, and a little black garlic, providing complementary flavors and a subtle warmth too.

Immunity was his bitch.

For the next round, seeing as he was untouchable he decided to go rogue, he had the liberty to make whatever he wanted so he decided to make what he called: "Dreaming of Lod Chong". The judges were blown away when he served his creation in a small bowl that displayed this square of pandan parfait in a sauce of salted coconut cream. Marcus added specially treated crushed ice as a final flourish, too. Those little ice pieces looked exactly like diamonds. It was an unexpected success, expertly balancing sweet and salty notes. "The ice also added great texture. It was a solid finish.” That was what the judges had to say about it. Again, Marcus blew them away.

He kept advancing to the next rounds till he got to the semi-finals and the judges put the chefs through the wringer like never before.

The assignment was to make the outside of the dessert look like the main ingredient on the inside. The goal was not to sacrifice flavor to achieve uncanny and realistic resemblance, plus never losing sight of creativity and originality.

Most contestants failed the test because they presented obvious desserts that anyone could find in any respected bakery.

But Marcus, Marcus Brooks told a different sweet story with his dessert. And it wasn't even that sweet. It was acid and sweet and perfect.

Mojito Pie.

This was a memorable pie, the judges said. It had a buttery graham cracker crust topped by a very light lime and mint mousse that was dusted in lime powder to resemble an actual lime. This was served with a lime sorbet and spritzed with rum.

"It was adorable to look at and even better to eat," Sandra concluded.

That pie granted him a spot in the final.

Marcus was tense for the first time ever in the competition. He hadn't been that nervous in a long time. It was unlike him to be so high-strung.

Two days later, when the final episode of the show was being shot, Syd and Carmy surprised Marcus and showed up at the studio, along with Chester, for emotional support. The Bear was closed, Marcus was that important to them. The only other time when the restaurant was closed was on the occasion of Ever's funeral service.

Now it was Marcus' turn to be blown away. He was over the moon. And Carmy tried to give him some sort of pep talk but all he managed to say was: "You're already a winner, Marcus, just don't fuck it up and you'll be fine."

Syd dramatically rolled her eyes at Carmy's words and added: "Marcus, don't think about the prize ahead, think about what you've accomplished so far. You got this. And we got you."

Marcus smiled at her kind words and then the little moment Syd and him were having was interrupted by Chester's heavy palm on his back that sounded like a slap but was meant to be supportive and encouraging.

"My man! The million-dollar chef!"

"Not yet, Chester. Not yet!"

"What are you talking about?! That big fat check is yours, Marcus. What show have you been watching? They freaking love you, man. This finale is just paperwork, go get 'em!"

Marcus couldn't help but snort and nod. "Will do, Chest, will do, thanks, man!"

So, when the judges announced it was showtime, Marcus' entire life as a baker flashed before his eyes.

The final assignment was a triple one: They had to come up with a 3 step-sweet menu inspired by their past, present, and future as pastry chefs. And there was a catch: The future had to be a sweet version of a savory dish and look on the outside like its original savory version. They only had 3 hours to complete all 3.

Marcus knew he could pull a trifecta off, but he was afraid that pulling it in only 3 hours was pushing his boundaries as a baker a bit too far.

He went for it anyway.

For the past version of himself as a pastry chef, he decided to make "The Sydney's Donut", which was nothing but a Copenhagen-inspired and elevated version of the donut that Carmy had destroyed like a little bitch. That one was easy but he elevated it by presenting it on an edible marshmallow carved bowl.

Marcus' present at The Bear after winning a Michelin star was far more fancy, so he served the judges a "Turkish Delight, Almond, Manjari, Chocolate, and Rose." This chocolate bar hid a light, creamy chocolate center with a lovely layer of almond panna cotta. Arranged on top were Turkish delights, almonds, crystallized rose petals, and a quenelle of silky smooth almond ice cream. This dessert was currently part of The Bear's menu and it was the most popular choice among its customers with a sophisticated sweet tooth.

For the future, Marcus took inspiration from Syd and Carmy as a whole, and their collective impact on his life. Their love inspired him and so did the invisible string that seemed to connect them long before they met. When Marcus heard the whole story about Sydney's favorite meal and saw the pictures she had taken, he was deeply moved by it because it looked like Carmy had literally put his heart on the plate for her and it was exactly the kind of story that his mom used to love and cherish. So in honor of Syd and Carmy's love story and of his late mom, to whom he was going to dedicate the victory if he took the prize home, Marcus decided to make a fake heart-shaped Paupiette of hamachi with blood orange sauce. For the Paupiette of hamachi, he used molded white chocolate that he wrapped in a fine vanilla crepe and carefully colored with some cinnamon powder for it to look precisely like the original fish. The blood orange sauce was based on its original recipe minus the garlic and the chili flakes and he elegantly topped all that with a thin sweet potato chip sprinkled with sweet chili flakes to replicate the exact aesthetic of the fateful dish that proved to be Sydney's favorite.

The alchemic reaction was epic when the judges tasted that masterpiece. There was no more contest and the other two chefs knew it even before the unanimous verdict was announced.

All 3 of Marcus' works were mindblowing but the Paupiette of hamachi with blood orange sauce was not only flawless, but its appearance was exactly the same as Carmy's dish. There was no way to tell them apart.

To wrap up the award ceremony and his acceptance speech Marcus was asked to say a few words about each dessert on his menu and go over the reason behind each choice. When the time came to explain why he had chosen to make his own version of Paupiette of hamachi with orange sauce he said that Sydney, his mentor, and friend, had confided in him a long time ago that the best meal she had ever had was that dish, by Carmen Berzatto, back in NYC when he was the best CDC in the world and they hadn't even met yet. Marcus went on to mention that Carmy, or "Bear," as he called him, was also his friend and mentor and that without them, he probably wouldn't be there. And that he was forever thankful to both.

Carmy was saucer-eyed, he had no idea that he had made the best meal she had ever had. A dish he instinctively made for her, breaking all the rules and defying his boss' direct orders.

Syd looked at Carmy with that intense yet sweet but never condescending look she reserved for him only and took his hand as she smiled at him and tightened her grip.

Carmy smiled back and then re-directed his attention to Marcus when he elaborated on the background story of his winning dessert when Sandra said: "Wow! That is unbelievable and disarmingly sweet! You're telling me he made the best meal she ever had before they met and now they are husband and wife?!"

"Yes." Marcus smiled and looked at them.

Sandra was beside herself and declared: "That's the most romantic story I ever heard! Did Sydney just tell you one day: 'Oh by the way, Paupiette of Hamachi with blood red orange sauce is my favest and Carmy made it for me before we met in New York when he was the best CDC in the world?' Just like that? Is that a story she just tells everybody to, I don't know, break the ice?"

Marcus was finally loosening up and laughing out loud and he casually said: "No, no, we were having dinner at her place and..."

Carmy didn't hear what Marcus said next, he just looked at Syd as if he had just been shot and was bleeding to death right before her eyes and went: "WAIT, WHAT?!!?"

A/N: This fic was inspired by that Netflix baking show that I just binged entirely in 2 days over the weekend and Marcus' recipes come straight from the Michelin Guide because I can't even make French toast... My meta on the dish is embedded in the first mention of it.

Enjoy! 💋

[lilliankoo]

i wanna bite his back so bad its not even a joke rn like i just wanna take a big bite and just hold it there for good minutes. there is not a single workout where he needa remove his shirt & all that 👩🏻‍🦲

MEN AND THEIR $LUTTY WAISTS 😒😒😒😒