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eleanor-bradstreet · 2 years ago

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The Field: Dandelions (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: G - mild suggestiveness, fluff and romance Word count: 2.7k

Part 2: Lavender Forever Masterpost

Summary: When you visit Aubrey Hall to celebrate an important day in your career, Benedict offers some new experiences.

Author's Note: The first in a four-part series based on songs about fields/nature that I associate with Benedict. This part is based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B

Today was the day. The day you were announced as Creative Director for Bridgerton House Enterprises. The day your life took a turn for the extraordinary. Even though you had known you would reach this tier and even though the man doing the announcing was one of your oldest friends, the enormity of the milestone still toyed with your nerves. The announcement was being rolled into the company’s first corporate outing at the CEO’s family home, Aubrey Hall. An embarrassingly large ancestral estate with sprawling grounds, it was a picturesque retreat for you and your colleagues to be feted while celebrating your successes and paving a roadmap for your future.

You had been there before of course, several times. It had actually been your idea to move the company outing to the spot. You found something reassuring in the calm grandeur of the place. Maybe it was the grounds themselves or maybe it was just your relationship with Anthony. Friends since uni, you had joined him and his innumerable siblings there for a few shooting weekends and holidays over the years. After chatty meals and some raucous nights that involved climbing out of windows, the latter of which you hoped his mother would never learn about, being there filled you with happy memories.

You and the Viscount had stumbled upon one another in your first year, headed home from late night parties arm-in-arm, singing and shouting with that unfiltered, instantaneous friendship that can only be formed by two people who just met and are both obliterated with drink. After an extremely messy mashing of tongues and unsuccessful attempt to bed each other, you both woke with embarrassment, headaches and quick realizations that your personalities were not romantically compatible. You would either have ended up murdering or driving one another off cliffs with your shared obstinance, but it was exactly that challenging streak that bound you tightly as sardonic friends and academic rivals. You cheered one another through school and then cheered one another through life as he took his rightful place within his father’s company, and you carved out a career in marketing and design. When his former Creative Director had left, you were the first person he called. Even though your preexisting relationship was no secret, you had still wanted to prove yourself and learn the culture before being handed departmental reins, so for the past year you had worked in a lower level role, getting to know the team and the company’s needs until you had told Anthony you were ready to step up.

As excited as you were, several factors were amping your anxiety. The concern that you would be seen as little more than a nepotism hire. But you supposed there was nothing you could do about that. The details of the event had fallen under your purview too, and you had been juggling caterers and florists and groundskeepers until your head spun. And then there was the brother. Benedict Bridgerton. As a show of support the Bridgerton clan were in attendance at the outing too. It was their home after all. But that left you in constant danger of bumping into Benedict and experiencing the unavoidable effect he had on you.

The first time you saw him when Anthony invited you to Aubrey Hall years ago, it felt like an engine kicked on somewhere in your chest. A new, secondary energy source powering you through life simply by knowing he existed. It drove you to spend as much time as you could in his presence, roared with electricity whenever he was near and sputtered whenever you saw him with a paramour du jour. It was problematic how often he visited you in dreams and how you would flush with heat whenever Anthony mentioned him offhand at work. Benedict was mischievous, funny, and too charming for his own good, with all of the heart and soul to make up for Anthony’s acerbicism. Over the years of your acquaintance you had become friendly if not exactly friends, but you admittedly had never known anybody like him. You knew he did something artistic for a living but not exactly what. You knew he had his own place in London but not exactly where. You knew you had caught him looking at you at recent gatherings but weren’t sure exactly why. What you did know was that your eyes were incapable of looking at anything other than him when you were in the same room, and he was only making it worse by wearing a canary yellow button down to the outing.

You had moved through the event spaces trying to avoid him, not needing anything to fluster you more. That was why you were somewhat hiding in a distant hall of the house, one of your favorites where the family displayed a portion of their considerable art collection. Pieces were always changed out and you found yourself drawn to a new one, a landscape. It was a field on a spring day, windswept with rolling hills in the distance. The lush grass was dotted with flowers - yellow, white, and blue. You felt as if you were standing inside of it, a cool breeze tickling your skin and rustling through the bordering treeline.

You were lost inside the painting when someone spoke next to you, startling you out of your reverie.

“Ah! Dreams in Kent. Like what you see?”

It was Benedict. Of course it was. Beaming at you with that grin that you thought should be criminalized, but which always made you feel better somehow. Your evasion efforts had failed and your heart was now racing somewhere in the vicinity of your throat.

“Yes,” you smiled, trying to act casual. You turned back to the painting - the only safe place to set your eyes. “It’s beautiful. Your family has quite the collection. I’m sure it took generations of curation.”

His eyes followed yours to the canvas. “Oh, we didn’t find this one. We know the artist.”

“Lucky for you. They’re talented.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Mmm. And he does commissions, if you’re interested.” He shuffled to stand closer at your side, both of you keeping your eyes on the gallery wall. You tried to school your breathing, focusing on the weight of the champagne flute in your hand, something solid unlike your legs.

“About how much for something this size, do you think?” You gestured to the painting mostly to humor him and keep the conversation light. You weren’t sure you were in the market for commissioned landscapes.

“For you? No charge.”

It took your reeling brain a moment to process what he said. Then you realized he was facing you and smiling broadly. “You didn’t paint this?” you gasped. The cheeky devil. He lowered his head and blushed. Something inside you ached. As if he weren’t beautiful enough on his own, now you were forced to witness the multiplicative beauty wrought by his talented hands. You most certainly wanted to commission a piece now. “Oh my god, I had no idea,” you marveled. “You’re a real artist.”

“Real?” As soon as his brow knotted you wanted to kick yourself.

You sputtered, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. “Oh, I just mean…I knew you were an artist but I didn’t know what kind of work you did. I was thinking more pop art or abstract…”

“Like sculptures made out of cotton balls?” His grin widened, creasing the most delightful lines around his bright eyes.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You should have known he would be good humored. “Exactly.”

“Is that what Anthony says about me?” He arched a brow.

“No,” you said firmly, and it was the truth. “He’s obviously proud of you. He just left out the classical landscape bit.”

The warmth that radiated out of his smile finally put you at ease. Yes, you had a crush on him but you were a grown woman. You could hold yourself together during some friendly banter. You didn’t know why Benedict alone seemed to reduce you to a babbling schoolgirl. Interactions with him felt more poignant, more significant somehow. Whenever he looked at you, even though it was hard to breathe, paradoxically you felt alive, free. You felt happy. You’d probably be in closer proximity to him once you stepped into Anthony’s C suite, so it was time to relax and get to know him better.

You turned back to the painting. “So was this plein air?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “A field on the edge of the property. It’s a quiet spot which is…hard to find with my family.” He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans then his voice dropped to a register you had never heard before. “Speaking of, you’ve been here before but you haven’t seen this spot. Do you want an extended tour? To survey for a vista you may want to commission?”

His eyes leveled on you, glinting. There went any attempt at keeping your composure. This was blatant flirtation. An invitation to…something. A private tour to a secluded spot? Your heart was doing its best to make itself heard again, thrumming to the point you worried it was visible. The evening’s scheduled events wouldn’t begin for another two hours, and you reasoned that some exercise may help settle your nerves. Was there any way you could decline this offer?

“Alright.”

True to his word, Benedict showed you features of the Bridgerton property that you had never seen before. A far flung rose garden filled with statuary, agricultural outbuildings that had fallen into picturesque stages of disrepair, and the looming stone orangery that you had always observed from a distance but never approached. Unlike the goat barns it was still in use, housing an array of palms and warm weather plants in rows across the chess-tiled floor. Even though you had known the Bridgerton family for years, the trappings of their old money lives still gave you pause sometimes. You had hobnobbed with the higher classes your entire life but your middle class roots still caused you to gawp at and ridicule certain things. You each plucked an orange and ate them as you hiked past the lake in which you had swum before, crossed a fallow field and rounded a copse of trees.

Then you saw it. Benedict had captured the field so perfectly, you knew you had arrived before he even spoke. The idyllic fantasy his painting had conjured in your mind was now fully realized, grass tickling at your ankles and breeze brushing through the nearby treeline. Fields rolled out before you to the horizon, beyond the Bridgerton property line but unbroken by any structures or barriers. Just a sea of peaceful green dotted spectacularly with the bright yellow of countless dandelions. It almost felt as if you had stepped out of time into some pocket dimension that only Benedict knew how to access.

“It’s stunning.” You suddenly realized that he was dressed perfectly to match the surroundings, looking like an overgrown dandelion himself in his yellow shirt. It was adorable and endearing. You smiled. “Have you ever made dandelion wine?”

“What?” He chuckled. “What on earth is that?”

“Ah, of course not. Someone whose family has an orangery wouldn’t have tried such a peasant recipe.” You smirked, unable to resist the jab. The field was invoking memories from your childhood. Hazy summers at your grandparents’ cottage in Cornwall where they taught you to gather and ferment the blooms into a sweet concoction. With their ample supply, you couldn’t help but feel that the Bridgertons were missing out.

��I’m not classist toward anything that can take the edge off.” Benedict slowly moved deeper into the field, dragging his feet through the grass.

“Why is there an edge?”

He huffed a sigh, staring out at the horizon. “The usual. Quarter life crisis. Searching for a direction. Posh boy twat who dreams of being a starving artist.”

His crooked grin didn’t mask the plaintive look in his eyes. Blessed as he was with good looks, wealth and talent, the idea that Benedict may have anything less than a perfect life had never occurred to you.

“From what I’ve seen you’ve more than accomplished the artist bit. And consider it a blessing that you don’t have to starve. It appears to me that you have everything you need.”

“Some things perhaps, but not everything.”

His tone was so uncharacteristically serious, his gaze so weighted, you worried he had found your comment dismissive. Now you had to make him smile again. Scanning the ground you quickly found a flower that had tufted into a perfect white orb. You picked it and held it out to him. “Then wish for what you want.”

He brightened and walked back toward you with a playful air. “Do you think it will come true?”

You shrugged. “Can’t hurt to try.”

He bent and picked another tufted stem. “Only if you wish too.”

Something lodged in your throat. The last thing you had expected on this already monumental day was to be cozying up with your friend and boss’s younger brother for whom you had carried a candle for years. The heady excitement coupled with the beautiful backdrop was making everything feel surreal. The event at the house could have been taking place in another world entirely. All of your focus was here.

Smirking at each other, you stepped close and simultaneously blew on the flower held in the other’s hand. The gauzy seeds rose and swirled around you both, heightening the strange magic of the moment. You fought not to react to his proximity and the warm gust of his breath over your hand. Closing your eyes you made your silent wish - that this flirtation would continue; that Benedict perhaps saw you as you saw him; that you could call him your own, even if just for a short while. When you reopened them he was smiling at you.

“What did you wish for?”

You backed up a step, laughing. “No, that’s not how this works. If I tell you, it definitely won’t come true.”

“How do you know?” he lilted, closing the space between you again. “What if I’m the person who can deliver what you want?”

Oh god, was your wish that obvious? Was it so easy to read how much you wanted him? You supposed it was a common occurrence for a man like him but wanted to chastise yourself nonetheless. You would have if your mind wasn’t already paralyzed by the knowing look on his face.

You somehow managed to find your voice, deflecting meagerly. “You first. What did you wish for?” “Ah, I see how it is,” he chuckled. Then everything about his demeanor grew soft and intent. His blue-grey eyes searched yours and you were transfixed by their depth, as if within them you could see forever. “I wished for something just out of reach. Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Or someone I should say.”

“Someone?” You asked, your voice tremulous. Your heart was pounding. There was no mistaking where this was going but you could scarcely believe that it was actually happening. Everything around you started to fall away, scattering like the dandelion tufts. Everything but his eyes, his lips, and the tender words that escaped them.

“I suppose my wish was to know if they thought of me too.” He peered up through his dark lashes, a calculated move that you knew was designed to devastate you.

“How funny,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper as you swayed toward him. “I wished the same thing.”

His eyes lit up and the engine within your chest roared. “Well look at that,” he leaned in, looping an arm around your waist. “My wish came true.”

You moved with equal enthusiasm, pressing your lips together in a moment that was soft but fervent, carrying the weight of hidden feelings and the desire to explore further. He tasted of oranges and comfort; he felt so correct. You wound your arms around each other, warmed by the sun that shone bright across the field. You had been kissed many times in your life, but nothing compared to the breathless wonder of this one. This felt like once in a lifetime. A distant corner of your mind remembered that you needed to get back to the house soon but you were finding it difficult to care. Benedict began to hum happily as he kissed you over and over, winding a hand into your hair as he playfully nipped and sucked at your lips. Pulling back, he smiled and twirled the dandelion stem between his fingers. “These things do work.”

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year ago

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plz share your tim headcanons i need to know everything

oh man. okay i can elaborate on plenty of these but i can't decide on what to say first so... rapid fire round based on what i mentioned in the tags of that post last night, lets go

he's a genderfluid transmasc guy but he stringently denies any of the genderfluidity until like his mid-20s because he's clinging so hard to the rules of What It Means To Be A Man. if he has dysphoric days when he's feeling too masculine no he doesn't <3 if he's insecure about how he likes to hang with the girls a lot no he isn't <3 it doesn't make him less of a trans man to have a lot of female friends!! it doesn't!!! and related insecurities, etc. (kon hesitantly stepping out of the closet and exploring being genderqueer actually helps tim a lot with this but not before he has to jump through at least 17 hoops of self-imposed restrictions, rules, and agonies. you know the drill.)

he is not someone who uses endearments lightly. when he does use them it's a huge indicator that's someone who means a lot to him. his go-tos are the simple and classic ones like babe/baby, sweetheart, etc, but when he's feeling especially tender he'll trot out "darling", which in his heart holds a very high tier for "words that mean love" because it's what he remembers his parents calling each other when he was little, and it cemented that in his head: if you really really love someone, you call them "darling". yeah he's aware that's sappy and sounds kind of old-fashioned or whatever. he also does not care.

he normally looks like a skater boy or the distilled essence of "i'm just a kid" by simple plan, BUT. he dresses business casual when he's depressed but in denial about being depressed. why? well, his parents are dead, but at least he knows they'd be approving of him comporting himself appropriately. he can make them proud in the little ways. he's functioning so well right now, see? could a depressed person do THIS? (pulls on a pair of slacks) it's about the idea of being in control of how he's perceived by the outside world. it stops being about comfort or self-expression and becomes a defense mechanism. he's so normal and professional-looking and capable! this is the guy his parents wanted him to be. (yes, this is directly inspired by the way they put him in a little baby suit to go to the circus. ITS THE CIRCUS.)

when he feels safe somewhere, he falls asleep and sleeps so deep. one time he dozed off at titans tower and woke up to kon and bart playing jenga on his chest (challenge mode because the tower rises and falls with his breathing). kon and bart will never let him live down the way he just blinked at them and then fell back asleep.

#answers #Anonymous #tim #rambles #this ended up still being kinda rambly and not very rapid fire but oh well

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the-kr8tor · 5 months ago

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Cheesecake is TOP TIER I LOVE CHEESECAKE:) I got inspiration for this from agaywitch cus they originally thought of the idea and I immediately knew I had to expand on it.

Daily Hobie HC!

You set up your artist supplies and a photo that Hobie had sent you of Spider-Man. You use a peg and pin it to the end of your brush, so you could easily glance to your reference.

You start off with basic sketching of the area, sketching out a brief outline of the punk Spider-Man standing on a building, just like your reference. The back mainly facing front, with his head looking off to the side, giving a nice profile of the eyes and spikes of the mask.

You begin to sketch out more asymmetrical patterns, like waves, thunderbolts, webs, all around the background, even having them overlay each other to give the true feeling of chaos, something you find comical considering it reminded you of Hobie, and Spider-Man.

It was always something you teased Hobie about. You smiled fondly as you squeeze out paint from the tubes, dipping your brush and filling in the area with the base colours.

You focus first on Spider-Man, the centerpiece of the canvas, using different shades of red to capture the lighting and shadows, with a mini yellow sun in the corner to remind you where the light is coming from, and where the shadows would fall accordingly.

You've spent hours on the work, so much so that your back is starting to ache. You stretch yourself out, not even close to finishing the rest. You're just perfecting the shine on his spikes, your brush smoothly gliding along the canvas.

After around twenty minutes of the spikes, your centerpiece was finally finished. Completely forgetting that Hobie was coming over, you jump out of your skin upon hearing slight footsteps from behind.

You can barely turn around until your eyes were closed with two hands over your face, a mischievous low chuckle next to your ear as this mystery person asks you to guess who he was.

However, Hobie's eyes fall on your work in progress of a painting, his jaw dropping at the detail of just HIM alone is enough to make him feel as if he wanted to act like a schoolgirl, all giggly and flustered and incredibly giddy.

Hobie is in awe at your work, snapping out of his daze at the sound of his name being said ever so slightly louder as you attempt to pry his fingers away from your eyes, failing to stifle a chuckle escaping your lips.

Hobie's fingers fall away from your face, and instead, you're met with his lips against yours, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your tense shoulders.

As he pulls away, continuing to massage out your muscles, he chuckles as you let out a satisfied groan, leaning into him. Hobie melts under your fond gaze, leaving a peck at your lips for good measure, before asking how long you had spent on this piece already.

You close your eyes in thought, your mind fuzzy from the pleasure of his warm hands rubbing out the tension in your shoulders. You've been working 8 hours on this, and yet you're still not finished.

Hobie looks back at the painting, the butterflies in his stomach taking over everything. He's still in internal disbelief of the fact you had drawn him, in his spidersuit, looking absolutely marvelous.

Hobie was really at a loss for words, and yet you didn't know. He manages to convince you to have a break, claiming that he'll be sleeping over the night to make sure you sleep as well.

He gets you a glass of water and offers to quickly whip something up for you. It's a sweet gesture, but you'd still have to monitor him in the kitchen. God forbid the accident happens again.

You end up putting off finishing the painting for the day, just spending some quality time with Hobie.

The next day however, after you both had breakfast, you immediately returned to the chair. Hobie watched and took care of you as you continued to paint, somehow managing to entertain himself just fine beside you in the room.

When you finally finish it, you slide yourself off the chair and flop down next to Hobie, who immediately looks back at your painting.

There he is, standing on top of a building with the guitar slung over his back, his back facing the 'camera' with a view of his slide profile. And the background? Pure, excitable, chaos. Asymmetrical waves and lines bounced off his outline, combined with spiderwebs, skulls, bats as small 'stickers'.

It was perfect. And Hobie felt his heart soar.

He couldn't want to receive it as Spider-Man. Hell, he'd make sure it was as soon as possible. But right now? He wanted to have you close in his arms, loosening up the muscle cramps with his undying warmth. -🐦‍⬛

Now I want cheesecake 😋

Hell yeah! Lovely inspiring a lovely!

Daily Hobie HC!!!

Bro I--- ❤️😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥹 This is so cute!! Like how u wrote R painting is so aibsjwjsjaosnw i can actually see it in my mind's eye!!! And it's so pretty 😍

Hobie's jaw dropping at the gloriousness of it all 🥺 oh i love him 🥴 also him appreciating it?!! Qiznaju2jsh where do I get a man that appreciates the arts?!

Awww he even made sure that you're alright bc he knows how much you hyperfocus on a subject without taking breaks and eating 🥺 get u man like that fr

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #daily hobie hc!!#🫶🫶🫶#🐦‍⬛ anon

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redwolf17 · 1 year ago

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Cake-pocalypse: Return of the Frosting-ing

Some of you may recall I've mentioned being busy with a cake-pocalypse. Well, here's the end result. I made both of these cakes, from scratch, for my parents' 50th anniversary party last weekend. Now that it's over, I thought it'd be fun to do a post about it, because while there's tons of popular baking shows, it's not a topic everyone necessarily knows about.

So, what goes into making cake for approximately 100 people?

Step 1) Baking the wedding cakes

A) The tiered cake was based on a photo of my parents' original wedding cake. To replicate it, I needed four tiers of vanilla cake, which meant eight layers of cake, two for each tier.

Fun fact: I learned how to bake from my mom, who is a talented home baker. I made my first cake by myself at age 9, and then gradually expanded my skills through years of practice. And when I say my mom is talented, I mean it; she's made wedding cakes for at least half a dozen friends and family over the years. It was only right that I use my mom's favorite wedding cake recipe for the batter; I think I ended up using 6 batches to make all the tiers, plus 2 dozen cupcakes to use up extra batter.

B) Once the cakes had cooled, I wrapped them in plastic wrap and put them in the freezer overnight. This firms up the cake's "crumb" or structure, making it easier to work with. By this point, it was late Sunday night; baking the cakes had taken almost all day. What with work and errands, I didn't resume work on the cakes until Thursday night. After partially thawing the cakes, I leveled each one by cutting off the tops where the cake had domed. This is a crucial step to make sure the cakes will stack properly; you don't want them tilting or toppling over.

C) Now that the cakes are leveled, they need their base coat of frosting. I used SO MUCH buttercream for these cakes CRY The trick is to frost them while they're still cold from the freezer, so the crumbs don't get into the frosting as much. Even so, every cake needed two coats of frosting, first the crumb coat, then, after a trip back to the freezer to set the frosting, a second coat to hide the crumbs stuck in the first coat. At this point, I was done (for now) with the wedding cakes, because I was NOT going to try to transport a completed four tier cake, which meant I couldn't stack/decorate them until the day of the party.

Step 2) Making the sheet cake

A) My entire day Saturday was spent baking, and it began with making the 12x18 chocolate sheetcake. It took three batches of cake batter; my favorite chocolate cake recipe is from Sally's Baking Addiction. I used the sour cream version, which is sturdier and thus would hopefully travel better.

B) Once the cake was baked, it took a loooong time to cool. You NEVER frost a warm cake, because the icing will melt and make a huge mess. Side note, this cream cheese frosting recipe is the best I've ever seen, and the coffee version I made by adding espresso powder turned out delicious.

C) After carefully chilling the cake in the fridge (it barely fit), I covered the entire cake with a chocolate glaze. The combination of chocolate cake + coffee cream cheese frosting + glaze comes from the Yule logs my mom makes every year, and which my dad and the rest of my family really love.

D) I draw a lot of practice grids and decoration ideas when I was first planning the cakes. I ended up deciding to do a pattern of frosting swirls with espresso beans, plus piping the message in the center. Since it is VERY hard to fix fuck ups, I practiced my calligraphy and my balloons on a piece of parchment paper before I put a piping bag anywhere near the cake. Once the buttercream had set, I painted it with a mixture of edible gold-colored pearl dust and vodka. Amazing stuff, a friend who has a home bakery recommended it. It was around 1am when the chocolate cake was done, and went back in the fridge to keep safe until the next day.

Step 3) Piping roses

While the chocolate cake was baking and cooling, it was time to work on decorations for the wedding cake. Buttercream roses are a pain in the ass, but since the original cake had them, this cake needed them too. Bless my niece, who served as my assistant for about 3 hours. My initial attempts at dyeing the frosting came out way too garish, but she tweaked them into the lovely shades of crimson and green you see here. She also held the flower nail so I could make my first 20 or so attempts at the roses using the Wilton technique. The buttercream was NOT cooperating at first; we had to add more powdered sugar to stiffen it, and then we had to keep putting the piping bags in and out of the fridge to get them to just the right consistency for piping. After my niece left, my bf held the flower nail for another 30+ roses. My hand and my arm were killing me by the end, but I was really worried about not having enough to cover the cake. Also, more practice meant better roses.

Step 4) Assembling the tiered cake

A) Sunday morning was D-Day. We got to the venue 3 hours early because I knew I'd need every minute to assemble and decorate the tiered cake. Each tier sits on a cardboard cake board, but that's not enough support. To counteract the inevitable peril of gravity, the center of each tier is filled with straws. These hold up the tiers above so they don't smush the cake below.

B) Once the tiers were stacked, I piped a swirl of vines, as close to the original cake as I could manage.

C) Then, very, very carefully, I stuck the buttercream roses on using a dab of fresh frosting. You have to work quickly; the buttercream roses are firm when you first take them out of the freezer or fridge, which means you can pick them up, but if you take too long, your fingers will melt the petals. I was terrified about placing roses on the vertical sides of the cake, but thank god, none of them fell off. Once the roses were in place, I added leaves to the vines and beneath the roses.

D) A close up of the final result. I finished literally 1 minute before the party was supposed to start, at which point I had to carry this from the venue's kitchen to the table where it would sit; my bf went in front of me to shoo people out of the way.

Step 5) Dealing with leftovers

a) Oh god, leftovers! The chocolate cake got demolished, as did the vanilla cake, once we sent some slices home, but there were still leftovers. Why? Because the way a tiered cake is served, you cut slices from the outside ring, but NOT from the center round which is stuffed full of straws. So... what to do with all that extra cake?

b) Well, if you pull the straws out and re-frost, then you've got three perfectly nice cakes. I already had plenty of extra frosting and roses, lol. My students were quite happy to take all this cake off my hands, though I only had enough slices for the first half of my classes.

c) However, I also still had SIX CUPS of cake crumbs from the offcuts which I'd cut off the cakes when I leveled them. Crumbs + frosting+ a dip in chocolate = cake pops! Massive, massive cake pops, lol, I used my biggest cookie scoop. The second half of my classes got these beauties, and a couple coworkers finished off the extras.

And that's it! God willing I won't make a cake again for quite a while, lol, this was exhausting.

#cake-pocalypse #baking #cake

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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 7 months ago

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Gimme directors commentary for Two Liars Lying To Eachother please!

its been a while since ive thought about this fic in any capacity lksajdaskdfld lets see if it still holds up! directors commentary for chapter 1, i'll be doing the others separately later :D

Each of his hands was cuffed to one of the table's legs, somewhat restraining his motion. He hated it; he preferred being able to fidget.

autism edgar but this also isnt the sort of autism i tend to see him as having? idk the idea of edgar stimming is very weird to me

That was a somewhat good sign. He took another glance at the large, mirrored wall of the room, which he had no illusions was reflective on the other side. The only question was whether anyone was in the viewing room to catch his knowing glances.

theres an XKCD about how fun it is to occasionally announce "i know you're listening" to an empty room, because if you're wrong nobody will ever know and if you're right it will freak the HELL out of them. thats basically what Mustardseed is doing here.

According to Michael, he had traded himself in to the compound in exchange for catching Mustardseed - for catching me, Edgar thought, smiling faintly.

seamless exposition, me. i had to establish that this Edgar was Mustardseed, but the narration is roughly tied to his view of things, and Mustardseed doesn't think of himself as Mustardseed, just as Edgar, so the narration couldn't call him Mustardseed.

The door swung open and in came Ty Betteridge. He was a few years older than the last time Edgar had seen him, back when he'd killed him inside of Tier Two on the night Base was formed,

...wasn't that Hunter? or did it become Edgar that killed young!Ty in the post-72 timeline? i am confuse

Well, I appreciate making me feel like a criminal after you plucked me out of the middle of my normal day.

hes so bitchy and for what?

If you're worried about unpredictability, why does the cowboy get to roam free? He's been rather hard to keep under control, in my experience.

i wanted to make it clear just how bitter Edgar is towards all members of Base, so of course five seconds into this conversation he tries to fuck Michael over

Ty's grin was somewhat predatory.

this fic is 90% me looking for different ways to describe smiles. Ty and Mustardseed are both very smiley.

They called you OVEdgaR,

i think im the only person who capitalizes ovedgar that way

"With my husband, yeah." Edgar smiled and raised his left hand to show off the simple wedding band. "Mm. Congrats. Mike told me he wasn't married to you, how odd."

I FORGOT HOW DISMISSIVE TY SOUNDED HERE. he cares of course but

Base Mike and Edgar aren't married.

i try to be very precise about the names characters use for each other, because i think its a very quick way to characterize relationships. Mustardseed always refers to them as "Base Mike" and "Base Edgar", while Ty refers to them as just Mike and Edgar, or possibly Mikey and Edgar, depending on context.

"Hm. You're much less trouble than the Mikes; each one of them ties so much into their name. It's a little exhausting keeping track of them, to be honest." "Well, I never really had trouble with it, but I suppose it is easier if you care about him." Edgar smiled like he hadn't just thrown out the barb. Ty laughed. "I care about Mike Walters more than you can imagine, Panther." Ty grinned, waiting to see if Edgar would respond to the pet name. Edgar kept his face neutral and pleasant.

Edgar definitely won that exchange :P its important to me that Edgar feels like he's in control of the conversation even though he very clearly isnt in control of the situation, because that's the vibe he gave off in ep 84.

Moving on… you established a campaign of terror against Mike's base in an attempt to free yourself and your… husband… from their control. Is that right?

Ty is reading these questions off his clipboard and the prompt on it didnt say "husband," it said "OVER Mike." HOWEVER the pause before saying it was something Ty probably did deliberately to keep up his veneer of indifference.

"I'd rather not put Michael through any more undue stress. He's had a hard couple of days, especially with all the strain you've been putting on him."

this is so funny to me, because it IS another barb, but its also sort of Ty trying to guilt-trip Edgar like thats gonna work??? :P

I have a lot of sympathy for Michael too, but as far as I know, he's never had anyone threaten him at gunpoint to stay in Base.

i'll be honest, he probably has. Michael's seen some shit

"I am sorry for your situation, Edgar, I really am. But you do keep pulling me away from the questions, and the sooner we get these done, the sooner we can get you out of those cuffs and moved to your quarters."

this is a very Ty Betteridge thing to say. like yeah, im sorry that YOU keep delaying me from getting you comfortable. hes so...

So he was listening when Michael and I were talking.

reading it back, i feel like i didnt give the audience enough credit. they probably could have picked up on these little jabs and maneuvering tactics without me having to point them out. anyway yes, ty is doing this interview only half for actual information gathering reasons, the other half is just to waste edgars time as a form of basic psychological warfare

Your Base may be rudimentary, but I believe that you are a smart man, Edgar.

i keep pointing out the little jabs and not having much to say about them, but theyre still so good to me. "i know all your friends are stupid but i didnt think you were too"

"Sometimes smart people do dumb things in the heat of passion." "And is that the only reason you made those thirty-two duplicates?" "It's the only reason I'm going to be telling you."

i'll be honest, i have no idea what i was hinting at here. i think canon at one point suggested there might have been an ulterior motive to the Mustardseed escapees, but i didn't make any sort of plan for what that might be. if i had to retroactively justify it, i'd say Mustardseed's future scouting told him that the escapees would be consolidated into MW, and that MW's existence was important to his plans somehow.

"I've got all day, Ty." Edgar smiled across the table, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

i just ctrl+f'ed and the word "smile" appears 7 times in this 1k word chapter.

#asks #woe.begone #wbg #w.bg

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red-carter · 3 months ago

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HAYGADiToDaGSYNA Background

For a bit of background now. In the sense of world building that is!

I was a ghost "hunter" by my lonesome when things got a bit difficult, I needed a bit of help. (This could have been a tad different and I forgot, but this is official now. XD) With needing help, I decided to reach out to some of my friends who don't have experience in this field whatsoever, or for the most part anyway. There's people who stream it, which is how people know about it in general. Some of them know things about the ghosts and whatnot.

Originally I was just gonna do myself and like just a few people but I decided to add more because why the hell not? Our group now consists of 9 people total and a ghost.

Our Crew:

Carter/Carpet (Myself) - They/He/(Occasionally) It

Melon - Any but preferred (They/He/It)

Nine - She/Her

Cat - They/It/Fae/Star and any other neopronouns

Micah - Any

Nellie - She/Her

Quill - She/Her

Nyx - They/He/She/Any

Bri - She/They

Fox - He/Him

Fox was a person... But became a ghost. We're adopted siblings in this AU and he died in "Ilania Manor". So I needed to figure out his death, helped that it was haunted, so I took my team to go investigate and see if I could find my sibling. It was a chaotic first mission, a few deaths. Bri, who hadn't joined us, just randomly wandered in and died during a hunt.

Bri and Fox are soulbounds, is an inside joke and thanks to me liking the idea of Double Life (Life Series) with pairs. So I ran me and the most active members of the CTHL server together into a pair randomizer and they got paired a lot. They argue a lot, but just for the bit. So when we had to go around trying to get spirit box, to check for the evidence, we'd just randomly come across them arguing about throwing microwaves or something at each other.

The ghost that was actually haunting the manor was a demon, and Fox... Well, for those that don't know, I'll let you take a guess what ghost he is. (A hint I'll give you is: a prankster). Me and him argue back and forth like siblings and best friends. We cuss each other out, and may seem like we're mad at each other but we're just joking around.

Now, there are certain people who go into the buildings to figure out the ghost (most of the crew). Then the others stay in the van. The ones who would go in, def: Melon, Carter, and Bri. Those who would go in but as soon as something spooky happened, they'd book it (more than likely, and some trying more than others): Cat, Quill, Nyx, and Micah. Our lovely truck/van royalty: Nine and Nellie, though Quill mostly hangs out with them and writing fanfic while messing around with those inside).

Found a picture of the notes, though older. Will def need to get some more, but this is how I described most people, at least in the earlier stages. Yes, we base knowledge and stuff off of the people that we watch play Phas the most. XD

Oh right! With the streaming and everything, I think we'd all have like, go pros/some kind of vlogging camera that can chill somewhere so people can see our perspectives. I usually wear the tier 3 headgear which has night vision. If not go pros or whatever, Nyx would be the one walking around with the video camera and stuff.

Thus, this concludes most of the background. If there's any specific relationships that y'all are curious about, feel free to ask, or reblog with them! <3 <3

#HAYGADiToDaGSYNA? AU #my writing #carter/carpet speaks #writing wip #snippet

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carter-carpet-writes · 3 months ago

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HAYGADiToDaGSYNA Background

For a bit of background now. In the sense of world building that is!

Originally I was just gonna do myself and like just a few people but I decided to add more because why the hell not? Our group now consists of 9 people total and a ghost.

Our Crew:

Carter/Carpet (Myself) - They/He/(Occasionally) It

Melon - Any but preferred (They/He/It)

Nine - She/Her

Cat - They/It/Fae/Star and any other neopronouns

Micah - Any

Nellie - She/Her

Quill - She/Her

Nyx - They/He/She/Any

Bri - She/They

Fox - He/Him

Thus, this concludes most of the background. If there's any specific relationships that y'all are curious about, feel free to ask, or reblog with them! <3 <3

#writing wip #my writing #my phasmo au #world building #carter/carpet writes #HAYGaDiToDaGSYNA? AU

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vanillaxoshi · 1 year ago

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So....... Let's go into!!!!!!!!! The pet/nickname part!!!!!!!!

Like come on they have been friends for a long time so they are gonna give each other one.

So Cahaya first!!!!

His nickname to Fang : Shadow king or Shadow for short , Ruby( for Fang's eyes )

Fang's nickname to Cahaya : Sunshine, night owl ,Silver (for Cahaya's eyes )

I run out of ideas but imagine that if one of them slip they mouth and call them with the nickname. And the whole gang heard that, it will be hilarious because they refused to tell them about the nickname they have while trying to brush it off by changing the topic. 🤣🤣

Ah yes sweet nicknames

Before i did thought of them just plain insulting each other for the nicknames

Moreoverly their relationship which can be sweet and fluffy but also them insulting each other affectionately

Like Cahaya calling Fang emo boy and Fang calling Cahaya nerd or some other apparent insult nickname Silver and night owl seem like nicknames Fang could call Cahaya from time to time

Emo boy is like the open nickname Cahaya calls Fang

If its in timelines i think theyd only call each other the eye color nicknames at Galaxy

Since Cahaya just has Brown eyes and i dont think Fang's eyes were seen much then cuz of the blue tint his glasses gave

That opens up a scenario actually in where Cahaya questions if his hair is purple cuz dyed hair isnt allowed in school (in their pov the purple hair looks black but the sun or light may show the purple hue)

Fang maybe just gaslights Cahaya saying it must be the light making it look purple and stuff

The youngest trio + Api discussing ori trio 2nd tier forms

Api: Petir definitely looks emo

Daun: i think the black and red look cool...

Air: hmmm i guess it seems cool but are you sure???

Cahaya: Petir's outfit just looks edgy, not like emo boy-..... Mm

Daun: whos emo boy? Petir??

Air: emo boy does fit Petir, but base on what Cahaya just said its not petir

Cahaya: . . .

Daun: whos emo boy then???

Api: cmon, Petir seems like the emo boy

Cahaya: its Fang! Not petir. Fang is emo boy

. . .

Api: HAHAAHAHA

Air: huh, guess that still fits

Daun: hehe, Fang does look emo

Cahaya: *regrets saying that

#bbb septuplet au #xoshi asks #xoshi answers

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tsevents · 1 year ago

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street fashion floods dongdaemun design plaza and nightclubs amp up for the last great afterparties of summer. with seoul fashion week just around the corner as the first event on the global fashion week calendar for the s/s 2024 season, the the goal is to go bigger and better than ever. to turn more eyes than ever to the event, a partnership with several management agencies based in seoul has been announced, not the least of which are the four companies calling the new the four building in seoul home.

seoul fashion week officially takes place from september 5 to september 9. unofficially, a kickoff brunch is being held the day prior, beginning the week in earnest for the celebrity masses of seoul. talent from adagio, culture creative, everlast entertainment, and secret garden have all been courted to take place in the event to help raise the event's profile. naturally, in exchange for front row seats at shows and top-tier access to all of the week's activities, the talent rosters of these companies, regardless of typical vicinity to the fashion industry, are expected to show up and participate in organized events and press calls.

event schedule:

the following are event highlights to prompt thread and plot setting ideas. this is not necessarily all-inclusive of all possible seoul fashion week-related settings that can be used for the event. everyone is welcome to explore the seoul fashion week website and related news for further ideas.

sept. 4 - marie claire korea brunch: hosted by the popular fashion magazine, the marie claire korea brunch will be held the day before fashion week kicks off. the brunch will be held at the rooftop event facilities of the four's northwest tour (housing adagio's offices and facilities). brunch will be prepared by private chefs and mixologists to launch the week off right. after taking the mandatory pictures at the small red carpet photo op area, the atmosphere will be fairly casual and attendees may mingle as they wish, though marie claire korea staff and fashion press will be present. attendees will include celebrities, social elites, designers, and fashion journalists. free goodie bags will be on offer from several brands, spanning beauty, jewelry, and food industries. as this brunch is held at the recently opening the four and is meant to spark the buzz for fashion week, attendance here will be most expected. sept. 5 - 9 - runway shows & exhibiton: a complete schedule of runway shows and the adsb andersson bell exhibition can be found here. a number of front row seats to each show will be dispersed among celebrity guests as seen fit, as will admission tickets to private visiting hours to the exhibition. it is common for brands to welcome celebrity guests to dinner or reception after the show. sep. 9 - dazed korea x ul:kin x cahiers seoul fashion week afterparty: as fashion week comes to an end, seoul collection brands ul:kin and cahiers join fashion magazine dazed korea to serve host to the most exclusive afterparty of the week at a high-end hotel and club venue in seoul. a night of dancing and djs, this is a guest list only party for seoul's top stars... and anyone else who might belong to a top seoul entertainment agency. after a week of photo ops and always being on, the afterparty promises to be a lively end to a busy week.

event prompts:

the following prompts can be completed until the end of the event. completion of each prompt will result in earning one booking point, for a total of up to five booking points. for ease of access, please tag completions of these prompts with #thefoursfw.

threads: complete at least five threads related to the event. each of the threads must be with a different muse and you must make at least three posts of your own towards each thread (starter / reply / reply or reply / reply / reply). this prompt may overlap with the other thread prompt below. new interactions: participate in threads with at least three muses your muse has not previously threaded with. you must make at least three posts of your own towards each thread (starter / reply / reply or reply / reply / reply). this prompt may overlap with the other thread prompt above. participation proposal: submit a proposal for your muse to be involved in seoul fashion week festivities in some way other than watching a runway show or attending the brunch or afterparty by using this form. feel free to get creative, as long as it can reasonably fit within the scale and budget of seoul fashion week. some example ideas are: modeling in a runway show, having a runway show for their own brand, giving an opening or closing ceremony performance, giving a performance as part of a runway show, djing an afterparty, acting in or directing a campaign film for a seoul fashion week brand, filming a fashion week vlog, etc. character development item: create and post a character development item related to the event. if the muse completes the participation proposal, this can be related to that. if not, you're welcome to make the item related to the skeleton of the event itself. some general example ideas for character development items can be found here. the source submission: submit an article, forum post, or blind item to the source blog related to the event.

ooc info

this event will run until saturday, september 16 at 6am kst (acceptance time). please tag event-related posts with #thefoursfw. participation in this event is optional, though encouraged.

#thefourevent #thefoursfw

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3.8 million/0.5 (preliminary)…ouch….and that was with all the promo surrounding the “Tarlos secret.” Viewership goes down as the season progresses…already proving that the Tuesday move was a bad idea they can’t compete with FBI/The Rookie….it’s going to cost them.

Wednesday afternoons are about to become my second favorite time of the week - first being Tuesday nights - if this is what I have to look forward to from now on 🤣🤣 You guys are the best. Okay, let's discuss! The final tally for 4x01: 3.921 million viewers 0.57 demo That is the lowest audience for a premiere so far: s1 -> 11.41 million s2 -> 6.03 million s3 -> 5.50 million s4 -> 3.92 million

And as you can see, the numbers have dropped each season, with the gap between 3 & 4 being well over one million. With the lowest premiere audience comes the lowest premiere demo: s1 -> 3.10 s2 -> 0.95 s3 -> 0.76 s4 -> 0.57 [I'm not sure if this has changed in the last four years, but an article from 2019 which explained tv ratings said to think of a 1.0 demo as around 1.28 million people. So a demo well under 1.0 like s3&s4 means that less than 1 million total viewers from that age group contributed to the full results, and the smaller the demo, the worse it looks if that's the target you need to succeed.] Being completely serious when I say...this took me by surprise! It'd be one thing if they lost a few hundred thousand to The Rookie or some other program (say, an awards show), but more than one million is a hell of an indictment on how the existing fan base was feeling after the finale and during the hiatus, yeah? :/ And! It's also indicative of how social media does NOT represent the whole picture. Just like (on our side) Buddie fandom does not speak for the entire viewing audience, Tarlos trending after the finale clearly didn't offer any kind of boost going into season 4. Also, what good is sharing promos on the internet if the majority of your audience (going by the demo, it's an older crowd) probably isn't on social media sites or looking up articles to read spoilers??? Did FOX run the preview enough times for them to care??? Or remember???

Being that there's just the one episode to go off of, we won't know if or how far it's truly fallen until we reach the second half of this season. I will say this, though. RM Productions knew what it was doing when shopping the original concept to FOX. Declines like this don't persist on a network like CBS. ABC gets to ignore numbers when their actors are being nominated for and winning awards. (Is every household watching AE? No. But people know what it is and who those characters are because of publicity and acclaim.) But FOX? FOX has this. If they can't come up with a scripted program to compete with its own "top-tier" content, they'll be less likely to pull the plug (even when the fan base is begging them to).

#anonymous #tina speaks

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terraco-07 · 1 year ago

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Some Vrisrose brainrot

So I’m taking one of those unhinged discord rants and I’m going to try and put it into sensible enough ideas for tumblr. The topic at hand is Vrisrose in general but basically this will follow them in the pitch quadrant. Some of this is going to pull from the meteor but since canonically these two mention each other once and barely interact we’re going to draw conclusions based on them as individual characters.

Alright preamble aside lets start with what I see. I’ve seen some ideas that these two collide on the post retcon meteor due to some jealousy (usually on Vriska’s part) about Kanaya. I don’t think Kanaya is ever a factor in how Vriska and Rose interact with each other. In fact I think they both ignore her to fight with each other.

On principle Rose and Vriska are practically built to dislike each other. Both self assured light players who think they know best. They would grind gears from day one over the most petty bullshit. Rose as someone known for enjoying riling a person up and poking fun at them wouldn’t miss the easiest bully target in the world aka Vriska Serket. We all know how defensive and retaliatory Vriska is as well so I’m guessing you can see where I’m going. This series of petty remarks back and forth would go on for a while until Vriska started hammering on the alcohol stuff. Making fun of how Rose acted when drunk, really poking the bear of an issue she does NOT want to talk about with Vriska of all people. This culminates to the knocking the glass out of Rose’s hand scene. No this does not make Rose all better. In fact! Rose turns around and punches Vriska square in the mouth and starts their first fistfight. From here Kanaya finally actually comes into the picture to see what’s going on. You can’t look me in the eye and say she isn’t on board with these two pitch. It’s basically both women she’s found most attractive in the world being their crazy ass selves. It’s her paradise.

Things progress from there and they find out that kicking each other’s ass is a little cathartic. There’s a lot of split lips, black eyes, and tore God Tier robes. Around this time is the first time Kanaya catches them making out (It’s the 3rd time they’ve done it.) From there they balance, begrudgingly becoming a somewhat healthy kismesis which over time could help Rose’s struggle with alcoholism and knock some of Vriska’s hubris down. They both get a little worse, but a little better.

Post game I’m just going to say that they still compete in literally everything. Mario Party is off limits if both are involved as is literally any other mario game. Kanaya has to supervise board game nights and they’ve been kicked out of several dave and busters. They are secretive about any intimate moments or physical interactions so no one sees them making out etc unless they catch them. Kanaya supports and adores them both. She still loves her two failgirls that are a little crazy. This is the path to Vrisrosemary as well but that’s another post for another time.

This became just a ramble but Idk look people don’t see the vision.

#vriska serket #Rose Lalonde #homestuck #Gil rants #Vriska x Rose #Kismesis #vrisrose

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caitchercatlady · 3 months ago

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Ranking Asian Dramas of 2024: Spring

Welcome to part two of the Asian Dramas of 2024 series. This post will focus on shows that I finished to completion in the spring season. Let's reintroduce ourselves to the ranking system.

Where’s the Replay Button?

They Got the Bag

Good For What it Was

Wanted to like but it has eh?

Why did I even Finish this?

And let's move onto the dramas, shall we? (Note: I did add a few shows that I watched recently that I missed from the winter post, so please forgive my inconsistency here.)

Soulful Encounters (Premiered Jan 31; Why Did I Even Watch This?)

Not to sound sarcastic, but I have a feeling that this show was supposed to be about…something, but the show completely forgot what. Who are these characters again?

Deep Night (Premiered Mar 7; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

I was so close in putting this show in the why did I even finish this tier because that was the question I asked myself with each new episode I clicked on. I did start this show when it first aired, but I put it on hold for a while because I really couldn’t stand Khemtid’s personality and brattiness. I grew to fall in love with Shogun Paramee right when I first saw him because he’s adorable as hell, but Khemtid is such a poorly written character that it drives me up the wall. Furthermore, this story is supposed to show a different side to the Thai sex industry, but all it does is put it in a 50 Shades of Grey light, which only makes me feel really gross as a person who agrees that people in sex work deserve all equal rights. How Khemtid treats Wela like his personal toy all because his mom owns the Deep Night Club is disturbing to me. Wela should’ve stood up to him more instead of falling in love with him after the first three episodes. And then for Khemtid to pull the hypocrite card on his own mother proves that whoever wrote Khemtid in his way had absolutely no idea what they were doing. The acrobatics were pretty impressive (I’m not gonna lie) and whenever Shogun was in a suit, I melted like the dickens.

Secrets of the Shadow Sect (Premiered Mar 12; Where’s the Replay Button?)

While I would say this series deserved to be less and longer episodes considering how well the events of each episode go together, this was a solid concrete series that had a plot and stayed with it until the very end. It also helped me find my ultimate Chinese actor crush, Lin Ze Hui. Seriously, he puts every other historical fantasy male lead to shame with how handsome he looks. The best part of the series other than the romance is definitely the soundtrack. It’s theme songs have been stuck in my head for almost a month since the series started, and both of them are just as glorious as the first listens. My only wish was that the ending was more concrete, but I guess that’s the curse of short series, huh?

One Day in Shimokitazawa (Premiered Mar 17; Why did I Finish This?)

This short movie wasn’t bad. It was pretty chill, which might have been the point, but the plot of the whole Ghost Record thing doesn’t really go anywhere. From what I’ve researched, I can’t tell if this was an original drama or based off of something else, but I wish this drama had more plot or something.

Jazz for Two (Premiered Mar 26; Why did I Finish This?)

I came into this because it was a BL and I needed more Korean BLs in my complete list. I continued watching this for Hangyeom because HE IS THE GOODEST BOI! The show overall was not as interesting as I wished it was. Taeyi and Seheon were just not that interesting, and each episode is full of those obvious romance tropes that stopped being funny or shocking decades ago.

Among the Cloud (Premiered April 3; Why Did I Even Finish This?)

I know why I did. Because it’s short. Out of all the short Thai GL I’ve watched, Irene is the most annoying FL I’ve ever met. I know it’s done on purpose, but I’m supposed to think that’s cute? I can’t even. I don’t blame Tia for not liking her at first at all. In fact, it should’ve stayed that way.

Memory in the Letter (Premiered April 6; Wanted to Like, but it has eh?)

Start of the series was very strong, but they lost me in the last two episodes.

Gray Shelter (Premiered April 11; They Got the Bag)

Now THIS is how you make real drama. Raw real drama. It’s a BL that’s less on the romance and more about how the two manage to survive in their god awful circumstances. It sent shivers up my spine every episode.

Under the Gun (Premiered April 12; They Got the Bag)

I really wished that this drama was longer because this read like an adorable yet dramatic romance manga. I wanted to see more about the gambling and I wanted to see more interactions with the main couple to see how the end would’ve panned out. However, for what it is, it is still a highly recommended drama to watch. The acting is fire. The cinematography is high quality. The story is still well written regardless of length.

JK to Roppozensho (Premiered April 19; They Got the Bag)

Ace Attorney except it’s a female teenaged genius lawyer who focuses less on winning the case and more about serving justice for those in need. This drama is mostly episodic in term of story structure, there is an overarching personal story in which our main character, Miyabi, is also trying to learn about what happened to her mother years ago when she disappeared. As a character, yes, Miyabi is immature but she’s also a teenager, so of course, she’s going to jump into cases in one specific mindset, but it’s thanks to her lawyer grandfather and her mentor’s teachings that Miyabi learns to see the case from all angles in order to find the truth. This show feels like a modern and less actiony Sukuban Deka, but the cases are so interesting to watch that I was invested from beginning to end.

Walk With You (Premiered April 23; Wanted to like, but it has eh?)

The story is average (I started not to like it anymore towards the end), but not bad, but whoever did the audio and music mixing for this show, I hope their life is miserable as mine was having to up and down my volume.

Shinsengumi: When I Bloom With You (Premiered April 25; Wanted to like but it has eh?)

I found the original manga, which was written by the legendary Osamu Tezuka and published in 1963. Shinsengumi is about revenge and how that applies to fighting against corruption during the end of the Edo and start of the Meiji Restoration eras of Japan. The manga is only five chapters long, so it doesn’t really show much, so when I started watching this drama, I was surprised how bromancy and borderline gay the characters were made out to be. I know this drama added a lot of things in order to make the 20 episode run time make sense, but that’s where the problem kinda lies. The show presents a lot of material, but the story barely exists until the second half when we finally get a Mulan-style we’re off to fight now arc. Unlike Mulan, this show’s battle arc feels less inspiring than the extremely short manga. I wanted to like this for the character interactions, but even when I do like them, they feel out of place for a war-torn Tokyo.

Wandee Goodday (Premiered May 4; Where’s the Replay Button?)

Wandee and Yak are my second favorite gay couple this year compared to Yuichiro and Hajime. For a fake dating/friends with benefits thing going on, they seem to be too in love, and they are just so goddamn adorable around each other.

Design You Beside Me (Premiered May 5; Good for What it Was)

If you’re in for the cozy part of a GL drama, this is definitely for you. The stakes are not that high, and for a short drama, it’s a nice change of pace. If plot is what you’re looking for, you’re not going to find that here.

The Story of Suzhou (Premiered May 23; Good for What it Was)

Had this story only been about Yiran making fans for people, I would’ve been completely satisfied. Xiaofeng was completely useless. To give it credit, I love how each episode has a differently filmed intro. The sites of China are gorgeous! I also love how you actually watch the how the fans are made process. Not only do you get to see beautiful designs, but you also learn the history of why the designs exist

My Moo My Boo (Premiered May 29; Good for What it Was)

Episode 6 could’ve used some audio mixing improvement because you shouldn’t be able to hear the wind unless it’s necessary, too, and in this case, it wasn’t. Otherwise, the GL was cute and cozy. Pretty typical.

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years ago

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Marco and Ace (Separate) With an Insecure plus sized reader (Female)

Request- Hi, I really liked your hurt-comfort stories. Could you do Ace, Marco or Vista with a female reader who is not conventionally attractive. Maybe someone makes a comment about looks or weight? I read a lot of stories where reader has a "small frame" and it makes me feel sad about my body. If you don't take request ignore this. Thank you :)

AN- This request hit home, as a plus sized person myself I understand the pain of reader having a "small frame". But it does not make you any less worthy of love! I went with Marco and Ace! Thank you for the request and Thank you @seafoamxshayde for helping me edit!

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Warnings- Violence, Self Hatred, mentions of knives, light cussing, mentions of insecurities about looks/weight. Angsty with fluffy endings!

Base Story

The atmosphere on the Moby was as lively as ever. The smell of booze laced with Thatch’s top tier food filled the cool night air. You watch as your fellow crew mates dance around with mugs in their hands- singing songs, sometimes their words slurred. A chuckle escaped your lips. It’s times like this you don’t regret becoming a pirate. You walk over to the only open seat on deck, it was at a table filled with newcomers. You don’t really mind, knowing you need to get comfortable with them sooner or later.

You slot yourself between two of the newbies. The men looked at you for a moment but turned their attention back to each other. Your plush thigh accidentally brushed up against the man on your right, he snarled before rolling his eyes. Typical. You know these men dream of hot mermaids or drop dead gorgeous women in general. Everything you are not. If you were, the men around you would be pouring your drinks and flirting you up. But you notice the look in their eyes, it calls out “She is undesirable.” And you feel the rejection burrowing deep within your chest. You try to shake your thoughts, tonight is supposed to be fun right? You attempt to jump into a few conversations but we’re dismissed. Not giving up you turned to the man on your left who slammed his mug against the oak table.

“Man, I have drunk so much I feel like I’m going to die.” He let out a burp and wiped the foam from his mouth. “Too bad if I do. I’ll die without knowing the warm touch of a woman.” An idea popped into your head. You slowly reached out and touched the man's shoulder. The table went quiet as all eyes turned to you.

“There you go. I hope it was everything you ever dreamed of.” You let out a laugh and gave him a playful smack on the back. The man snickered and his eyes caught yours.

“Let me add to my previous statement. I want the touch of a beautiful woman. Am I right, fellas?” Your eyes widened, the men around you started laughing and banging their hands against the table. Your eyes go to your lap. You look at your stomach, how it sticks out. The same stomach you’ve held a knife up to. Wishing you could cut the fat off. Then your eyes travel to your plush thighs. You realize that even you are disgusted by your flawed body. Ugly. Fat. Undesirable. Freak. These words repeat like a mantra in your head. The laughter died down and eyes fell on you yet again. You needed to say something.

“Yeah.” You could only mutter one word. You followed it with a laugh that seemed to satisfy them. Their conversations switched to different things as you sat mortified. You could feel the building pressure in your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream. Every fiber in your body said to get up and go hide in your self loathing.

“Thatch where are you going?” You turn around and see the cook walking towards the kitchen.

“Someone has to wash the dishes.” Thatch stretched his arms out dramatically. “It’s going to be a tough job.”

“Commander Thatch let me do the dishes!” Your voice was shaky, but hopefully he didn’t notice.

“Are you sure? You just got here Y/N, you haven't even eaten yet.” He quirked a brow at you.

“I’m sure. Plus I do a better job than you.” You throw some playful banter to throw him off your trail.

“Okay then.” He returned to the table he was sitting at. Ace, Marco, and pops were also resting there.

Without another word you make a beeline to the kitchen. Tears pooled in your eyes, causing them to blur. Once you got to the safety of the kitchen and made sure you were alone, you came undone. The sobs that left your mouth echoed in the kitchen. You wonder what it is like to be thin and beautiful, to have that power that could make a man turn his head. You wish you were small, you wish you were cute. But you are big. You wish you were a delicate flower in the wind, one who could be easily picked up by a man. But you were a rock that had sunk deep within the ocean. A rock no one wanted or sought after. You are worthless. You were drowning in your mind with an anchor tied around your foot. No one could save you, or so you thought.

Marco The Phoenix

“NO PLEASE COMMANDER!” A man screams out, pulling you from your thoughts. The blood curdling scream came from the deck. You could not help but be curious, so you peek out of the kitchen door. There was a group of men standing in a circle cheering on someone. Hoping to get a better view you walk out towards the railing. A burst of azure fire shoots into the dark sky. Looking down in the middle of the circle you see Marco in his half phoenix form. He had a skull crushing talon gripped around a man's head. You notice the clothes on the man, the realization hits you like lighting. It was the man from the table.

“How dare you.” Marco’s voice booms. You have never seen him this angry before, he was always so calm and collected. Seeing him like this was scary to say the least. “You wanna know something newbie? I can hurt you just as much as I can heal you.” You see blood trickling down the side of the man's head. His body was thrashing around, begging for Marco to let him go.

“Marco, I think that's enough. You’ve beat a lifetime of fear into him.” Thatch tried to reason with the Doctor, but it was no good. You wonder what could have got Marco this riled up?

“Shut it Thatch. I’m only done with him when I say so. I ought to throw your pathetic ass overboard for saying what you said about Y/N-yoi.” Marco removed his Talon only to wrap it around the man's throat. “Now listen up, prick. Y/N may not be beautiful in your worthless eyes, but to me she is the most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth.” That statement made your heart flutter.

“Commander, I'm sorry. Please let me go.” The man pawed at the talon. Marco smirked down at him in triumph. He slowly released the talon, causing the man to gasp out for air.

“So now that we cleared that up.” Marco grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close to his face. “I’m not going to kill you so consider it your lucky day. But I recall Y/N went to go do dishes. So you're gonna take her place, got it?”

“Yes Commander Marco.” The man got up and stumbled right back to the ground.

“Good, now hurry before I change my mind.” Marco gave him one last death glance before he ran up the stairs, passing you in at a frantic speed as he busted the kitchen door open.

Your head turned back to the crowd below you. Marco was staring right at you with a gentle smile on his face. He must have known you were there the entire time. Heat rose to your cheeks like a wildfire when your eyes met his. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. But you never acted on it, knowing it would end up in a rejection like they all have. Marco was gorgeous. Tall and strong, yet so gentle. Plus a doctor of all things. Why would he ever want someone like you? The negative thoughts seeped back into your mind. The smile that adorned Marco’s face turned to one of concern. Before you could turn and run away a flash of blue stopped you in your tracks. Marco’s blue wings of fire were spread in front of you before disappearing from his body.

“Hey gorgeous, wanna go talk somewhere more private?” Marco motioned at the sea of eyes below you. The heat found its way back to your cheeks at the attention you were receiving. You nod shyly. Marco placed a hand on the middle of your back and led you to Moby's back deck. You cringe at his hand placement. It was ghosting over the fat you hated so much. You subconsciously pull away from his warm touch. Marco quirked a brow at you as you walked over to the railing.

“Marco, I really appreciate what you did and what you said. But you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Your nails digged into the wooden railing as tears of frustration rolled down your chubby cheeks. “It’s really cruel to give someone like me hope you know.” You bite your lip in hopes you don’t let out a sob.

“Lie? Y/N everything I said was the truth.” Marco’s large hand grabbed your shoulder signaling for you to turn around but you couldn't face him.

“SHUT UP.” You were at your breaking point. “Marco you know just as well as I do. I am not attractive. And I’m definitely not someone who you should waste your time fighting for. I mean just look at me. I’m a monster. I’m big, I take up too much space. And I-” You turn to face him. You expect the look of disgust like you're used to seeing. But the eyes that look down on you show something different. They were filled with adoration and sadness. His hands grab the railing on both sides of your body, caging you between him and rails.

“I am looking at you Y/N. But I don’t see a monster. All I see is the woman who I adore more than anything.” He reached his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears in the process . You wanted to retract from his touch, but you craved the soothing feeling they gave. “ I know you don’t see what I see and I know you’ve been told things in the past that make you think what I’m telling you is a lie, but it is not. And if you’d let me, I’d like to prove to you everyday from here on out how much I truly love you. All of you.”

For a moment you just stared at his face. Looking for signs of malicious intent, but there was none. His brown eyes were soft and twinkled with affection. You never thought a man would look at you like this in your lifetime. This was something you’d only experience in a book, but here you were on the back deck of the Moby sharing an intimate moment with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Can I kiss you?” You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. You shake your head in approval. Marco brought a hand under your chin to tilt it up, his lips connected with yours in a soft, sweet first kiss. The caterpillars you never let grow in your stomach had turned into butterflies. This man really loved you. You are wanted. You are desired. You both pull away and take in much needed air.

“So I take that as a yes?” Marco’s face was fully flushed and you don’t think it’s from the lack of oxygen.

“Of course it’s a yes.” Marco let out a relieved sigh. Your emotions were running wild, you could feel tears trying to start again.

“Hey now, no more tears, pretty girl. Even if they are happy ones. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” He brought his hand up to his heart dramatically causing you to laugh at his antics.

“Okay fine. No more crying. I’d hate to kill the best and only doctor on the ship.” A new found confidence finds its way to you as you reach up and take his hand from his chest, lacing it with yours. His hand grips yours back giving you all the reassurance you need. “We better hurry back to the party. Hopefully there is some food left for us.” Marco’s eyes widened. You and him both know food goes fast on the Moby.

“Oh crap you're right. Now that you mention it I’m starving.” You hear a grumble form in Marco’s stomach.

“I guess almost killing a guy and confessing to me has worked you up an appetite.” You laugh as you begin to walk with Marco hand in hand.

“It did. But I’d do it all over again. Both kicking that bums ass and confessing to you dear.” He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter.

The Moby was still lively even after the fight that took place. If anything it was more so. Marco led you to the table with Pops, Ace and Thatch. Pops let out his signature laugh as you and Marco sat down.

“Son, you sure know how to put on a show.” Marco let out a weary chuckle at pops statement.

“Yeah, sorry for the ruckus pops. I just couldn't let that slide-yoi.” His arm reached around you and pulled your body so you were snug against him. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t stand up for the woman I love.” The men at the table all smiled at Marco’s declaration.

“Look who grew some balls.” Thach stuck his tongue out causing Marco to kick him from underneath the table. “OUCH. Dammit Marco I was just joking. But in all seriousness I’m happy for you both. Dare I say you make a cute couple.” The cook gave a sincere smile.

“I think so too. Tho Y/N may be a little too good for you.” Again Marco kicked, this time it was Ace who fell victim. “Can’t pull that move on me bird brain.”

“Ace I swear I’ll throw you overboard. See how cocky you are then.” Marco stood up from the table and Ace followed . You reached for his purple jacket and pulled him back down to the table laughing your head off.

“Less arguing, more eating and drinking.” Marco smiled down and gave your forehead a soft peck.

“Okay, but only because you're cute.” He sent you a wink that made your stomach do a backflip. “Ace I’ll put your ass whooping on hold for now. With that being said, let’s dig in.” Marco pulled a huge plate of meat towards you and let you pick your piece out first like a true gentleman.

The rest of the night you spent in pure bliss. Not once did you think about your body or how much you disliked how you looked. You ate without any guilt. Your thigh was connected with Marco’s, but he welcomed it. Loving the feeling of your body so close to his. He was proud to call you his, as were you.

Portgas D. Ace

“Pull yourself together Y/N” You bring your hands up to your cheeks. “I did say I’d wash the dishes for Thatch.” You look at the massive pile and you regret it instantly, but it got you away from the table.

You walk over to the sink and turn the hot water on. You pour a hearty amount of dish soap into the flowing water and watch as the bubbles fill the sink. The smell of the lemon dish soap filled your nostrils. It was calming. The handle squeaked as you turned the faucet off. Rolling your sleeves up you got to work immediately. One after another you washed the dishes. Scrub, rinse, repeat, scrub, rinse repeat. You felt like you’ve spent an eternity washing the dishes, but you weren't even halfway through the pile. You let out a sigh as you rest your arms on the sink. Looking down in the water you met with your reflection. You’ve never been one to look in mirrors or anything reflective due to hating what looked back at you. But for whatever reason you were locked on water.

You understand why the man said what he said. How could anyone see beauty in this face in the water? You hated her. You hated you. Tears from your eyes and into the soap water below.

“Dammit.” Your hand clashed your reflection in the water out of frustration.

“Yeah Y/N, show those dishes whose boss!” You yelped in surprise at the voice. You whipped your head around to see the one and only Ace standing with a huge smile on his face.

“Ace, what are you doing here?” Your eyes met him for a moment before you looked away. You hoped he didn’t notice your tears.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You should have known better. Nothing gets past fire fist Ace. He walked closer to you. “You didn’t get hurt did ya?” His eyes studied your body to see if there was any injury.

“No, I’m fine.” You turn back around and go back to doing dishes. Ace walked up beside you, grabbing the dish you had washed out of your hand.

“Here, you wash and I’ll dry.” His wide smile sent a wave of comfort over you.

“Thank you.” The two of you worked in silence. You would occasionally glance over at him, watching his muscles flex as he dried the dishes.

“Like what ya see hmm?” Busted. Yours eyes shot away from the smirking man.

“I umm,” Your words stutter as you lose the grip on the dish you were washing. It sank back into the soapy water.

“I’m just teasing ya Y/N. Look all you want.” Ace bumped his hip into yours playfully. You swayed slightly before side eyeing him. Ace has always been a flirt. The attention he would give you made you feel good, but you know it was all just for fun. Ace could have any woman he wanted. You’ve seen the women that throw themselves at him. You could not compete. A man like Ace deserves a gorgeous woman by his side. Not a fat nobody like you.

“Hey Y/N what's on your mind. You sure look lost in thought over there.” Ace’s velvet voice pulled you from your bleak thinking.

“Nothing.” You hand the next dish over to him.

“Stop lying. You know you can tell me anything.” His hands reach over yours, grabbing some bubbles. You watched as he brought them up to his face. He slapped the bubble on and made what appeared to be a beard. “This is the beard of a trustworthy, sophisticated man.” He made his voice sound deeper than what it was. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from you. Ace smiled happily. “It’s good to see a smile on that pretty face.”

“Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” You roll your eyes and hand him the last dish.

“Who said I was teas-” Ace cut himself off and started coughing. “Damn I got soap in my mouth, gross.” Ace flung his hat so it hung on his back. He held his tongue out and turned the water on. He stuck his head under the faucet, letting the water drown out the soap taste. You let out a snort at the sight. He turned the water off and brought his head up. Water droplets fell from his dark locks and rolled down his tone chest. “You think that’s funny huh? Well how about this?” Ace shook his head like a dog, making the water shake out and land on you.

“Ace you jerk!” You step back and grab some bubbles from the sink to throw at him.

“Ohh so that’s how you're gonna play. Well then, in that case.” Ace grabbed a huge pile of bubbles and threw them at you. “Take this, BUBBLE FIST.” Ace threw the bubble only for them to float gracefully to the floor.

“That was so lame.” You stuck your tongue out at the pouting man.

“Yeah, I’ll admit it was very lame.” He scratched the back of his head as a blush found its way to his freckled cheeks. “Well that’s enough fun for now. Now will you please tell me what made you cry?” You know he wasn’t going to stop until you fessed up.

“Fine.” You tell him everything that happened. After reliving the incident you started crying again. “But you know what Ace, he wasn’t lying.” Ace watched as you broke down in front of him. His eyes grew darker and darker by the second.

“You stay here. I’m going to take care of this.” Ace bent over and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning around. You watched in shock as the jolly roger on his back flexed with every angry step he took.

“Wait, what?” You snap back into reality and realize what he is about to do. “Wait Ace.” You followed behind him but it was too late. He jumped up on the railing and looked down on the party below.

“Which one of you assholes made my Y/N cry?” Ace yelled out grabbing everyone's attention. Everyone went silent before the man stood up.

“Y/N, you talking about that fatass that sat beside me earlier.” The man stood up, he was obviously drunk considering he was slurring his words. “I meant what I said. What are you gonna do about it punk?” Ace turned around and looked at you.

“Don’t listen to him Y/N. You're gorgeous. Now sit back and enjoy the show.” Ace stretched out his arms and legs. “Hold on to this for me please.” He places his hat on top of your head before jumping off the rails. You watch as his lower half turns into fire. He floats through the air and drops down on the table where the man was, breaking it clean in half.

“What the hell.” The man fell from his seat and onto Moby's wooden deck. Ace towered over him with a look that would make any man tremble in fear.

“You brought this on yourself. This will be a lesson you will never forget.” Ace grabbed the man. “Don’t” Punch “Ever.” Punch. “Talk.” Punch. “About my girl.” Ace landed one last blow on the man.

“Fuck you and that ugly bitch.” One of the man's teeth fell out with a little blood.

“Guess you didn’t learn huh?” Ace grabbed the man's throat. Flames erupt from Ace’s hands. He slung the man back and finished him off with his signature “Fire fist” Sending the man flying over board. You watched the scene unfold slack jawed. The guy deserved it and your glad Ace took care of him, but it was too much.

Your knees drop to the floor, causing Ace’s hat to fall beside you. Your vision was turning red and you felt light headed. Why did he kiss me? Why did he refer to me as his girl? Was he just playing with my feelings? Why would he fight over someone as undeserving as me? Your mind raced before you face planted into the floor, losing consciousness.

~~~~A few hours later~~~~

“You dumbass. Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea?” Your eyes open to see Marco scolding Ace who had a very prominent knot on his head.

“You're right I’m sorry. It’s just I couldn't just stand back and let that guy get away for making Y/N cry. Seeing tears falling down her pretty face really struck a nerve in me and I acted on it. I don't regret doing it though.” Neither of the men notice you awake.

“Make sure you take her into consideration next time before diving head first into a fight. You have a lot to learn.” Marco shook his head and looked over at you. A small smile made his way on your face before he motioned Ace in your direction. He turned his body around and ran to your side.

“You're awake!” Ace kneeled beside your bed and took your hand in his.

“How do you feel Y/N?” Marco asked as he brought you a glass of water, you gladly accepted it and gulped it down.

“I feel tired. Other than that I’m fine.” You lift your body off the bed as Ace grabs the empty glass from your hands.

“Good. I diagnose you with being overwhelmed by this idiot.” Marco wacked Ace in the back of the head. “ Sadly for you Y/N there is no cure. My condolences.”

“Oh no, how will I live?” You say dramatically falling back on the bed. You close your eyes and stick your tongue like a dead animal causing both men to laugh.

“I’m sure you will manage. But in all seriousness you’ll be okay. Stay in bed for the next few days and get some rest.” Marco walked towards your bedroom door and turned the handle. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need me let me know. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.” Marco winked and walked out of the room.

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I hope you can forgive me.” Ace’s eyes looked down. He was riddled with guilt and it hurt you to watch.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you if you answer a question for me?” Ace nodded, signaling for you to continue. “Well I guess it’s more like two. First, Why did you kiss me? Second, why did you refer to me as your girl?”

“Well, to answer both. I like you. No, if I’m being more honest. I love you Y/N.” Ace smiled as he looked at you. You became aware of his gaze and grabbed a pillow, shielding your stomach from him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He reached out and pulled the pillow away from you.

“Ace, I'm not worth your love. You deserve someone pretty.” You lower your head, causing Ace to click his tongue.

“The first part is a lie, but I can fully back that second statement. I know you don’t see yourself as the ideal girl. But in my eyes you are everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. You're sweet, you have the cutest laugh, you're fun to be around and don’t get me started on your hips and as-” You throw a pillow before you could let him finish. “Sorry, I deserved that. But what I’m trying to get at is you are beautiful. I wish you didn’t think so poorly of yourself. I will do whatever it takes to show you just how stunning you are.” Ace cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing up and down lovingly.

“Ace, what do you mean by that?” Your cheeks heat up under his soft touch.

“Well pretty, what I’m saying is. Do you want to do this fool the honor of calling you his girlfriend?” Was this real? Did Ace really just ask you out?

“Am I dreaming?” You reach your hand out and trace your finger over his freckles.

“Nope, it’s real life. Here let me prove it to you.” Ace leaned over and planted his soft lips on yours. Your hands found their way to his soft hair, gently intertwining your fingers within the dark strands. Ace pulled away and planted little kisses all over your face. The heat in your face from his actions did not go unnoticed, “You look so cute when you're shy.” The smug man winked, causing you to hide your face in a pillow.

“Portgas D. Ace.” You muffled from the pillow. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“No, you're not dying anytime soon. We are going to grow old and wrinkly together whether you like it or not.” Ace stood up from the chair and stretched his body. “Now that sounds good doesn't it?”

“Yeah, yeah it does.” You pull your face from the pillow to peer up at him.

“Good. Now, I think I’ve terrorized you enough for one day.” Ace leaned down and kissed your forehead just like earlier. “I’ll let you get some rest sweet girl.” Ace turned to leave but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he got too far.

“Ace, wait.” He turned and curled a brow at you. “WIll you stay with me, please?” Ace’s expression softened.

“Of course I will. Is it okay If I lay next to you?” You nod and scooch over in the bed, giving Ace some room to lay down. He took his hat off and threw it on your nightstand. You could feel the heat radiate off him as he laid down in the bed. It took everything in you not to reach out for him. You were unaware how hard you were staring at him until he spoke up. “You know you could stare at me all night or.” Ace lifted his arm out to you. “Or you could come closer so I can hold you.”

“But what If I’m too heavy and I-” You hesitated but Ace wrapped a strong arm around your midsection and nestled you into his toned chest.

“You will never be too heavy for me sweet girl.” His lips meet your forehead yet again. “Now get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.” You let your tense body relax in his hold. Between the warmth of his body and the feeling of protection being in his strong hold gave you, you fell asleep looking forward to all the nights like this to come.

~~Bonus~~

“Vista move, I can’t see.” Izou whispered while pushing the large man away from the door.

“Young love, such a heartwarming sight.” Vista swooned at the sight of you in Ace’s embrace.

“Cut it out you two you're going to wake them up.” Marco came up from behind and dragged them away from the door.

“Fine.” Izou rolled his eyes and walked away, Vista followed. Marco made sure they left before spying on yours and Ace’s sleeping forms. He hates to admit it, but you are both very adorable.

“They grow up so fast.” He shut the door back before walking to his office. “Damn, I sound like a old man.”

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