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okay i fixed the hand i think this is good now

here's a meme template for you, lets see what u got

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Hello it's me again! Remember the family that I posted about earlier? One of them asked me to post this

My love, can you help me? Why $350 for treatment for my mother? Can you post this on Tumblr? I want the money through a bank account, not donate it via the link in order to buy medicine for my mother. I don’t want to lose it. It means my life to me. You can put it on my WhatsApp for communication.

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Hey!! This family needs your help!

Jihad suffers from enlargement of the liver and spleen and must undergo a liver transplant outside Gaza. Until this moment, Jihad has not found the cost of the operation and the travel costs. Please help Jihad and do not hold back on him. He is a 9-year-old child and has the right to live like the rest of the children in the world. Please test your humanity for Jihad. Donate to him via the link

Donate here

https://gofund.me/ce5f7a6b

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Help!

This is quoted from the same Palestinian who asked for my help

"Hello, I am Shaima from Gaza, and this is my new one. She is considered 90 years old. She suffers from Alzheimer’s disease and suffers from heart disease, high blood pressure, and diabetes. My new one is not beautiful. She needs to move around in light of the crisis that her specialties are in Gaza. The start of the launch. Please do not ignore my grandmother. Donate to her via the link. You will not buy for her. A wheelchair to make it easier for her to prepare, knowing that she takes a lot of heart medications and memory stimulants. Test your humanity."

Here's the link to donate!

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Help Shimaa Family!

I barely use tumblr but Im gonna post for this to forward the message of this family. These are exact words coming from the person's family

"This is Jihad, my nephew, an orphan of father and mother in the war. Their house was bombed, and he is the only survivor. Jihad needs a liver transplant in Egypt when the Rafah crossing opens. He is 7 years old and also suffers from heart and blood pressure."

Here's the link to donate! They're very far away from their goal!

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pls... eric derekson,,,,,,,,,,,

my baby boy needs some recognition man

Hello! I'm so sorry for the very late reply but here u go!

Beautiful Stranger (Eric Derekson x reader)

This small shot is inspired by this song :3 Enjoy!

I was in my last semester of college. The amount of essays I needed to do was spinning my head, so I decided to go to the nearest cafe to chill my head a bit. Perhaps, a fresh latte would help me freshen up on this cloudy day.

Cling

The smell of coffee was tickling my nose, the smooth jazz from the speaker had already calmed me down, a tiny bit.

"An order for Merlin!" The barista shouted. There were only four customers there, but my eyes caught on this one man while reading a book and sipping his coffee. Round glasses with leaf patterned shirt. He looked… cute.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Can I take your order?" the barista asked. That caught me off guard, and I put my attention back on the menu, even though I already knew what I was about to order. But, my mind was changed when I knew they had a special pastry on that day, it could go well with my latte.

"Good afternoon. I'll have a medium latte and the fallin' pumpkin pastry." I looked back at the man and he was smiling. My heart dropped when that happened, "I see. Would you like to have them here or to go? Also, a hot latte or cold latte? Would you add sugar too?"

God, I needed to pay attention. The man kept distracting me, "I… Uh… will have them here. Hot latte because it's pretty cold outside and no sugar, please."

"What's your name for the order?"

"Y/n." The barista tapped something on the screen while I tried to resist the feeling of looking at a certain someone, "I see, that'll be $6.75. How would you like to pay?"

"Cash, please." I opened my wallet and reached for my $10 bill, handing it to them. They smiled and gave me the changes.

"You may take a seat and we will call your name."

"Thank you so much." I turned my heels and tried to pick a seat out of many empty ones. Should I sit near him? He was sitting at the table facing the front window which was also one of my favorite spots in a cafe.

Fuck it. I walked towards an empty stool beside him, well, just one stool away from him, and sat down. When he lowered his book, I made eye contact with his brown eyes. My heart was beating faster than before but I tried to keep it cool. My lips formed a sweet smile as a way to greet but he didn't say anything but returned the smile, then continued reading his book.

My mind tried to overthink that quick moment, was the smile an uncomfortable one? It didn't seem like one. God, I should've taken the seat here. There were plenty of empty seats. And I-

"I… I like your cardigan. It's cute," …oh? =

Those two sentences stopped the overthinking. I smiled shyly, "Thank you. I… Well, it's homemade. I crocheted this myself. It's one of my hobbies." He looked in shock and impressed.

He put down the book and took another look at my cardigan, "Wo… Wow. Do you… Happen to sell them? I… I love some homemade sweaters," he replied.

I thought for a moment, I never really intended to sell my crotcheted stuff. Not many people appreciated it but my grandma, "I… I am not sure. Maybe, would you… like to be the first customer?"

"Yeah. I… I'd love to. You did great with your cardigan and I… I am willing to pay a high price for it."

I smiled, "Thank you. I appreciate that a lot."

"You're welcome." Then, there was silence. It wasn't an awkward one oddly, something about his presence near me was already lovely to me. A man that I just met a few minutes ago also seemed to enjoy it too, perhaps the atmosphere of the cafe could be the reason?

.

The silence lasted a minute later and I didn't feel awkward at all. No one of those coughing expressions. Just us, together.

"An order for Y/n?" That broke the silence together. I looked at him,

"I… I should grab those. Are you going to leave soon? I'd like to… Get to know you more." The empty mug of what it used to be coffee usually meant he was leaving. It saddened me honestly.

"Unfortunately, I do. I'm so sorry. I'd like to get to know you too. My… Friends needed me."

"I see. Well… Uh… It was nice talking with you," I said.

He smiled and grabbed his book, "It… It was nice talking with you too. Have a… a nice day." I watched him leave in front of me. My heart ached, I got up from my seat and went to grab my order. The pastry looked tasty, wait… Shoot, I forgot to ask his name and he already left with his car!

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Wilford says Free Palestine!

(Resource links below the art)

Links to Help Palestinians!

daily click - https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine

educate yourself - https://decolonizepalestine.com/

donate esim to Palestinians - https://gazaesims.com/

hygiene kits for people in Gaza - https://piousprojects.org/campaign/2712

boycott these companies - https://bdsmovement.net/Act-Now-Against-These-Companies-Profiting-From-Genocide

get updated on the boycott movement - @BDSmovement

a charity that helps Palestine (1) - https://twitter.com/careforgaza

a charity that helps Palestine (2) - https://twitter.com/GazaDirectAid

a charity that helps Palestine (3) - https://pcrf1.app.neoncrm.com/forms/gaza-relief

Get updated on what's going on in Palestine

@EyeonPalestine

@palestine

@QudsNen

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free Palestine.

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I thought this way because how Wilford already doesn't give a fuck how fucked the perception of reality is in his eyes so he would kinda not be surprised if something weird happened to him and be cool with it 😭

Aight, writing idea. 👏

Wilford Warfstache meets William J Barnum. He accidentally takes a portal into the past and sees his past life unfold. As per a cruel 'joke' by Actor who tampered with the portal

AAA I may have taken this in the wrong approach but this one is kinda like that? in a way? I really hope so TT so enjoy :'3

Face The Past (Wilford Warfstache/William J Barnum)

 Jumping through realities was always something I could do. I wasn't sure how I was able to do it. The reality wasn't something people would perceive through their lenses, well at least through mine. 

I wasn't sure how I got here. The portal was supposed to lead me to another reality, but this seemed... familiar. A big manor, with a beautiful interior design, classy. Did Actor do this? How could he lead me here? I had no clue,

"Who... Who are you?" A familiar voice appeared behind me. I turned around to see a man with a mustache, wearing glasses, a yellow shirt along red suspenders. He looked like... me.

"Why do you look... a lot like me..." I put down the glass of martini on the nearest flat surface beside me. The man looked at me up and down, observing my look, 

"Where do you come from? How... How do you just appear in the middle of the room? I thought I was the only one left here," he stuttered a bit. Oh. A realization just hit me. No. No. Not this place again.

"Excuse me, I asked you a question," he continued. I tried to calm myself down before I slowly went on a full breakdown. This couldn't be happening, this man, the old me before all the catastrophe happened.

"Oh, William... I'm sorry that you have to get through this." The man was on the verge of going into full madness. If I interfere with this, would it lead me to this moment?

"I... How do you know my name? WHO ARE YOU?" I went closer to him as he backed up from me. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at me,

"Woah, woah. I do still have this habit till this day but I don't think adding the little fella into this is necessary." I walked closer to him as I planted my finger on the gun, and he slowly put it down, "Wh... What..."

"I know, everything must seem confusing for you but..." I looked down at the gun and back at him, "Everything is going to be fine. And the reality isn't as complex as it may seem." I could see the tears in his eyes as he fell to his knees, I turned around to see Y/n's dead body, cold, on the floor. 

The horror that my past self needed to go through, the grief, the confusion. I lowered my body to match his height, putting my hand on his shoulder, "I killed them. I... I'm a monster for this. I caused this loneliness inside of me. I may have gone insane and... and.."

"No. William..." I stopped for a moment, trying to gather words to convey at that moment, 

"...You are NOT a monster. This loneliness you're going through, it's not your fault," I continued. The words that I would tell my past self were finally delivered to him. Perhaps, Actor sending me back here with the hope of it going bad had failed.

He looked up at me and started hugging me, crying on my shoulder. I smiled softly, patting him on the shoulder. I felt something, inside of me... A joy? Comfort? I was not sure what it was. But this moment had triggered that feeling.

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Thank you for the plumber fic! I literally LOVE it! 🫶🏻

Ofc !! Glad u like it anon :D

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Aight, writing idea. 👏

Wilford Warfstache meets William J Barnum. He accidentally takes a portal into the past and sees his past life unfold. As per a cruel 'joke' by Actor who tampered with the portal

AAA I may have taken this in the wrong approach but this one is kinda like that? in a way? I really hope so TT so enjoy :'3

Face The Past (Wilford Warfstache/William J Barnum)

 Jumping through realities was always something I could do. I wasn't sure how I was able to do it. The reality wasn't something people would perceive through their lenses, well at least through mine. 

I wasn't sure how I got here. The portal was supposed to lead me to another reality, but this seemed... familiar. A big manor, with a beautiful interior design, classy. Did Actor do this? How could he lead me here? I had no clue,

"Who... Who are you?" A familiar voice appeared behind me. I turned around to see a man with a mustache, wearing glasses, a yellow shirt along red suspenders. He looked like... me.

"Why do you look... a lot like me..." I put down the glass of martini on the nearest flat surface beside me. The man looked at me up and down, observing my look, 

"Where do you come from? How... How do you just appear in the middle of the room? I thought I was the only one left here," he stuttered a bit. Oh. A realization just hit me. No. No. Not this place again.

"Excuse me, I asked you a question," he continued. I tried to calm myself down before I slowly went on a full breakdown. This couldn't be happening, this man, the old me before all the catastrophe happened.

"Oh, William... I'm sorry that you have to get through this." The man was on the verge of going into full madness. If I interfere with this, would it lead me to this moment?

"I... How do you know my name? WHO ARE YOU?" I went closer to him as he backed up from me. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at me,

"Woah, woah. I do still have this habit till this day but I don't think adding the little fella into this is necessary." I walked closer to him as I planted my finger on the gun, and he slowly put it down, "Wh... What..."

"I know, everything must seem confusing for you but..." I looked down at the gun and back at him, "Everything is going to be fine. And the reality isn't as complex as it may seem." I could see the tears in his eyes as he fell to his knees, I turned around to see Y/n's dead body, cold, on the floor. 

The horror that my past self needed to go through, the grief, the confusion. I lowered my body to match his height, putting my hand on his shoulder, "I killed them. I... I'm a monster for this. I caused this loneliness inside of me. I may have gone insane and... and.."

"No. William..." I stopped for a moment, trying to gather words to convey at that moment, 

"...You are NOT a monster. This loneliness you're going through, it's not your fault," I continued. The words that I would tell my past self were finally delivered to him. Perhaps, Actor sending me back here with the hope of it going bad had failed.

He looked up at me and started hugging me, crying on my shoulder. I smiled softly, patting him on the shoulder. I felt something, inside of me... A joy? Comfort? I was not sure what it was. But this moment had triggered that feeling.

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Make a fic about the plumber, PLEASE. I am CRAVING it.

Here u go :D Enjoy!

Plumber Friend (Plumber!Mark x reader)

Just another Saturday, it was supposed to be a day off but since last night the kitchen sink had been clogged, probably because I forgot to put the strainer back, causing the pipe to be clogged. Luckily, Mark was a plumber. His job was surrounded by pipe and sewage systems. I told him about it and he laughed at my face, well, not hysterically because he knew it'd be too mean of him if he did that. 

He was a friend of mine, I remembered when he asked me out on a date with his working outfit on, making that pickup line relating to his job. It wasn't a good idea to ask your friend on a date but either way, it was a funny pick-up line.

I looked at my watch while standing patiently at my front door. Knock knock. 

There we go. I reached for the door handle and opened it, getting greeted by the plumber himself, his mustache as always stood out the most in my eyes, "Your pipe is clogged?" I was getting flashbacks when he asked me out on a date, good God.

"Yep, god, hearing those words is still haunting me to this day," I said as I let him into my apartment. He just chuckled, "Getting a flashback to our first date?" He opened up the cabinet under the sink, revealing the pipe under the sink.

"Don't ever bring that up," I threatened while taking a sip of my coffee. He just rolled his eyes playfully and inspected the pipe, "It shouldn't be long for me to unclog it, probably a few minutes or so."

"I see. I'll be in my living room, continuing my thesis," I said. I went to my living room where all the scattered paper, books, and my laptop were. I was so close to finishing my master's degree, but after a few years, finally.

A few minutes later, I was looking through the books I had picked out from the library for my thesis, "Hey, your pipe is fixed. Is there anything else that you need help with?"

"No, I think that's all? How much for all?" I got up from my sitting position, "I'll give you a discount if you want to go on another date with me." I looked at him in disgust. He just laughed, "No, no I'm joking. It'll be $100 dollars."

"Wow, your jokes are so funny," I sarcastically said after grabbing my wallet from the drawer on the end table beside my couch.

"Awe, come on, Y/n. You know you like my jokes." He leaned on the wall while crossing his arms against his chest, "You also like my sarcasm so that makes us equal then." I lent him a hundred-dollar bill and he gracefully accepted it, 

"Fair enough. I always enjoy seeing you all pissed off, I'm not sure why but it's just funny to see your face and reaction," he teased. I got up and led him to the front door, "Yeah, sure." Sure, he looked handsome and all. His body was my type but there was no way in hell I was going to date him again after the first one,

"In all seriousness, we should hang out often, as friends, of course. I can ask my other friends and you can bring yours too if you don't want to make it awkward. I can tell the work for your thesis must've been tiring for you," he said softly. He stepped out of the door. I thought for a moment, he was right. I was so busy with my thesis to the point I rejected many social gatherings, that it made me want to rip my hair out.

"Yeah, you're right. I just want to get my degree faster, that's all." He smiled, "I understand. Just text me if you want to hang out or need someone to talk with. I'm always here for you, okay?" Fuck it. I wrapped my arms around him. He didn't seem to expect that at all. 

He seemed hesitant at first but his hands slowly reached my back, hugging me.

"Thank you. I appreciate that a lot,"

"Of course. I'm still your friend. That's what friends are supposed to do."

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Of course ! I hope u enjoy it :3

Bactor, wholesome Bactor? Pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺👉👈

Of course! Here u go :3 I'm not sure if this counts as wholesome but I tried sobs

Unexpected Confession (Actor!Mark x Butler Ben)

Valentine's Day. A day filled with love. However, not for Mark, perhaps. His, well now, ex-wife, had divorced him so he wasn't sure what to do on the day. He didn't have any ongoing project, he couldn't just stay in his manor for Valentine's Day. That would be sad. But, in reality, he did have someone to spend with and he finally knew what to do.

Ben's POV

I just finished dressing up in my room, just another day being a butler. It was around 8 in the morning and Master was not awake yet. He told me he wanted to go out and get some things for tonight. He wanted me to wake him up if he hadn't woken up after 9 AM.

After weeks of him, being alone, it felt miserable to see him being broken and sad. I also had this feeling that I tried to push away to maintain professionalism over being personal. It was hard, really hard but I couldn't help it. It was a job I needed to face. The news of the divorce saddened me but somehow I felt relieved. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

I went up to his room and opened the curtain, he just rolled over under his blanket, facing away from the window. I grabbed his iconic dark red silky robe and hung it on the bed frame,

“Can you turn off the lamp, please?” he groaned, plumping his face on the pillow. 

“Sir, it’s already past 8. I am afraid you need to wake up due to your schedule today,” I said. I grabbed some of his clothes on the floor and put them away in the laundry basket, then stood beside him to give him his robe when he finally stood up,

“Fuck, is it today? What date is it?” He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, “14th February. It is Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, yeah. Is the driver here already?” he asked while standing up on the side of the table, I gave him his robe as he covered his half-naked body was only covered with negligees. I looked at my watch, “He will be here in 15 minutes, sir.”

“That’s enough time to get ready. Oh yeah, you’re coming with me for today,” he blurted. I was surprised, usually when he went out, I would stay in the manor to make sure everything was okay.

“Pardon?” I needed to make sure what I heard was correct. Him? Asking me to go with him?

“Yes, you’re coming with me to go out today. Now, will you excuse me, I need to get ready.” He went past me, heading to his bathroom.

I just stood there, trying to process what was going on. I did not expect that. This was going to be nice. I went downstairs to make sure the chef was already cooking breakfast for all of us.

“Is the breakfast ready?” I asked, walking inside the kitchen. The chef put down a plate of bacon, egg, and toast on the counter. Then, another plate of pancakes. I just grabbed two pieces of toast for myself from the stack of cooked toast, since I hadn’t had my breakfast.

"Oh yeah, have fun on your go out," the chef teased, smiling to himself while cooking breakfast for himself. I just turned around and looked at him confusingly, "How did you know?"

"I know everything in this house. Don't ask." Huh. Although I tried not to think about it too much, he was right. The chef knew about everything and everyone in this house because of his little buddy. I put down the plate of breakfast on the dining table, along with the utensils. I went to the bar to make his favorite morning cocktail, Mimosa.

It took me a couple of minutes to make the drink, and without delay, after finishing it, I went to the dining table to put down his drink. Everything was settled. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder which caused me to jump a bit, "Well, isn't this a wonderful morning, don't you think, Ben?" 

I exhaled, "Yes, indeed. I should check on the driver to get us ready, sir." Before I walked out of the room, he called my name, "Ben. Hold on. Why don't you sit down here with me? You can have these pancakes. Enjoy the morning with me,"

"Oh, I don't think that is necessary. I already had my own feast for this morning." He was still insisting, pushing the plate of pancakes to the empty side of the table in front of him,

"Please, I insist. I don't want to get too full." He took a bite of his toast. I couldn't resist his plead. I smiled and sat down in front of him, grabbing the utensils in the middle of the table. 

"Thank you," I said before eating the pancakes. He opened his mouth which was slightly full from the meal, "Yeah, yeah, no problem."

The breakfast was silent. This wasn't the first time he did this, it was pretty common so it wasn't something special. He just wanted to have someone to eat with after his divorce. I finished my food faster than him, oddly, because his food had less portion than mine. 

"I shall check on the driver now." I wiped my mouth and got up from my seat, heading to the front door. 

The car was ready and parked perfectly. I smiled and headed back to the dining table, "Sir, the car is waiting for you." He just finished drinking, "Oh my god, you know me so well, Ben. I will wait for you in the car, okay?" He tapped me on the shoulder. I grabbed the empty dirty plates, glasses, and utensils on the table to put them away in the sink. The chef was enjoying his food on the counter, "Here are the dirty dishes. I will go now."

"Yeah, man. Enjoy your time," he said. I went outside to where the car was, the passenger front seat was empty because Master took the back seat, his favorite seat. 

"Good Morning, Butler Ben," the driver greeted me when I got in.

"Good Morning."

"So, are we going to the Boutique, Mr. Iplier?" He looked up while reading a magazine, "Oh yeah, yeah. You know which one. Also, can you play another radio channel too? I'm kinda getting bored with this one. You know, to try something new," he said as he continued reading the magazine.

"Of course, anything for you, sir." The driver changed the radio channel as the car started, driving to one of the most popular department stores, I. Magnin.

The day went on, it was about a 45-minute drive from the manor. We went through the department store to get a new suit but the size seemed to be bigger than his. Odd. He also got a box of chocolate, a flower bouquet, and a wrapped gift. It wasn't much for him, was he going on a date? He looked at the time, we had been there for more than an hour. Why did it hurt me a bit knowing he got a new date?

"It seemed like that's all. We should head back now, don't want to miss my afternoon nap," he said while stretching his body. The Driver and I were just assisting him with his shopping bags. We just walked around the department store for quite a long time now. 

We headed back to the car, putting the items beside him as I went to the front passenger seat. Master was just sitting there in the back while crossing his legs while we drove back to the manor.

Third Person POV

Timeskip

Time passed by, and Actor Mark was getting ready for something. It was almost sunset, Ben on the other hand was cleaning up the house. The thought of Mark going on a date was stuck in his head, hurting him inside. He had been on the first floor for the whole afternoon since Mark had told him not to go upstairs because he didn't want to be bothered? So, he did what he asked, not going upstairs. 

After cleaning, Ben decided to head back to his room and clean up, taking a shower. He didn't have much plan that evening, perhaps, reading a book would help past the time.

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There were knocks on the door while he was fixing his tie after showering, and he wasn't sure who it was, the door was then opened, and it was The Chef, "Ben, Mark wants to see you upstairs on the balcony, he said that he needed help to prepare for his date or something." Ben looked at him, he needed to examine his facial reaction just in case he was messing around with him since he always did that to him,

"How can I be sure that you're not messing with me?"

"See it for yourself, man. You know how it is when Mark is mad." He narrowed his eyes as he walked past him, heading upstairs to the balcony.

The sun was slowly setting, it was a beautiful view along with dim lights from the city in the distance. He walked out to see a table set, the tablecloth, a vase of roses, candelabra, utensils, glasses, and plates. He didn't set this for sure. There was also the chocolate box and bouquet on one of the chairs. Ben felt relieved knowing Mark wouldn't be as miserable as he was after the divorce but again, a scar was made along the relief. 

'Wait, he's not here. Chef, I'm gonna come for yo-'

"Ah! Ben! There you are!" The familiar voice appeared behind me, he was admiring how amazing Actor looked in the suit, it was a different suit that I hadn't seen before, it wasn't the one that he bought. He shook his head a bit to brush off the thoughts, noticing he was holding two boxes that were wrapped beautifully.

"What do you need me for, sir?" he asked. Actor sat down on the opposite chair from where the bouquet and chocolate box were,

"How do I look?" he asked while facing me. 'Beautiful' 

"You look amazing, sir. Who is the lucky one if I may ask?" 

"Well..." He got up and looked down at the boxes, Ben was waiting for the answer nervously and anxiously. 

"One of the most amazing people I ever met." He smiled to himself, "I'm sure the person must've felt lucky to have you, si-"

"... and he's standing in front of me." 

Ben's POV

What? 

I was shocked by what he said. Me? No. The feelings that I had pushed aside came back at me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, I mean, he meant it as a friend, perhaps,

"I wasn't sure when the feeling appeared but every time you were there for me, it was like the first time feeling love again. I love you, Ben. Happy Valentine's Day," he softly said. His hands extended to me, lending me the boxes of gifts.

"You should try the suit, I'm sure it looks good on you," I was still speechless about what was going on but gracefully accepted the gifts. All this time, he also had the same feeling as me, perhaps burying it down. Or was he waiting for this moment to come?

"I... I am sorry. I am out of words. Thank you. I..." He was waiting for my answer, I couldn't form words in my head, "I also have been feeling the same way. I was just afraid that it would ruin my job." There I said it.

"Oh, Ben..." he stopped for a moment, "I noticed it, I was just waiting for this moment. I just thought that maybe it'd be more romantic if we do it right here, at this moment, during Valentine's Day." I smiled to myself, what were these butterflies feeling in my stomach? Should I just do it? Do it, Ben. Kiss him.

I put down the boxes on the chair. I turned around to face him as we both got closer, I could feel my heart beating faster, slightly sweating. I was taller than him so I needed to look down to see his eyes, I put my hand on his waist and slowly leaned down, planting my lips on his. He smiled and kissed me back. 

After waiting, it felt amazing. All those emotions just felt fulfilled. The connection and chemistry were strong, I could feel them. It was passionate. It wasn't long until I let go, "I should try on the suit now. Again, thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Mark from now on." I grabbed the bigger box, "I will."

I went to change to the new suit for the date tonight. The date that I didn't expect. 

It was truly planted as a core memory for me.

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Bactor, wholesome Bactor? Pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺👉👈

Of course! Here u go :3 I'm not sure if this counts as wholesome but I tried sobs

Unexpected Confession (Actor!Mark x Butler Ben)

Valentine's Day. A day filled with love. However, not for Mark, perhaps. His, well now, ex-wife, had divorced him so he wasn't sure what to do on the day. He didn't have any ongoing project, he couldn't just stay in his manor for Valentine's Day. That would be sad. But, in reality, he did have someone to spend with and he finally knew what to do.

Ben's POV

I just finished dressing up in my room, just another day being a butler. It was around 8 in the morning and Master was not awake yet. He told me he wanted to go out and get some things for tonight. He wanted me to wake him up if he hadn't woken up after 9 AM.

After weeks of him, being alone, it felt miserable to see him being broken and sad. I also had this feeling that I tried to push away to maintain professionalism over being personal. It was hard, really hard but I couldn't help it. It was a job I needed to face. The news of the divorce saddened me but somehow I felt relieved. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

I went up to his room and opened the curtain, he just rolled over under his blanket, facing away from the window. I grabbed his iconic dark red silky robe and hung it on the bed frame,

“Can you turn off the lamp, please?” he groaned, plumping his face on the pillow. 

“Sir, it’s already past 8. I am afraid you need to wake up due to your schedule today,” I said. I grabbed some of his clothes on the floor and put them away in the laundry basket, then stood beside him to give him his robe when he finally stood up,

“Fuck, is it today? What date is it?” He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, “14th February. It is Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, yeah. Is the driver here already?” he asked while standing up on the side of the table, I gave him his robe as he covered his half-naked body was only covered with negligees. I looked at my watch, “He will be here in 15 minutes, sir.”

“That’s enough time to get ready. Oh yeah, you’re coming with me for today,” he blurted. I was surprised, usually when he went out, I would stay in the manor to make sure everything was okay.

“Pardon?” I needed to make sure what I heard was correct. Him? Asking me to go with him?

“Yes, you’re coming with me to go out today. Now, will you excuse me, I need to get ready.” He went past me, heading to his bathroom.

I just stood there, trying to process what was going on. I did not expect that. This was going to be nice. I went downstairs to make sure the chef was already cooking breakfast for all of us.

“Is the breakfast ready?” I asked, walking inside the kitchen. The chef put down a plate of bacon, egg, and toast on the counter. Then, another plate of pancakes. I just grabbed two pieces of toast for myself from the stack of cooked toast, since I hadn’t had my breakfast.

"Oh yeah, have fun on your go out," the chef teased, smiling to himself while cooking breakfast for himself. I just turned around and looked at him confusingly, "How did you know?"

"I know everything in this house. Don't ask." Huh. Although I tried not to think about it too much, he was right. The chef knew about everything and everyone in this house because of his little buddy. I put down the plate of breakfast on the dining table, along with the utensils. I went to the bar to make his favorite morning cocktail, Mimosa.

It took me a couple of minutes to make the drink, and without delay, after finishing it, I went to the dining table to put down his drink. Everything was settled. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder which caused me to jump a bit, "Well, isn't this a wonderful morning, don't you think, Ben?" 

I exhaled, "Yes, indeed. I should check on the driver to get us ready, sir." Before I walked out of the room, he called my name, "Ben. Hold on. Why don't you sit down here with me? You can have these pancakes. Enjoy the morning with me,"

"Oh, I don't think that is necessary. I already had my own feast for this morning." He was still insisting, pushing the plate of pancakes to the empty side of the table in front of him,

"Please, I insist. I don't want to get too full." He took a bite of his toast. I couldn't resist his plead. I smiled and sat down in front of him, grabbing the utensils in the middle of the table. 

"Thank you," I said before eating the pancakes. He opened his mouth which was slightly full from the meal, "Yeah, yeah, no problem."

The breakfast was silent. This wasn't the first time he did this, it was pretty common so it wasn't something special. He just wanted to have someone to eat with after his divorce. I finished my food faster than him, oddly, because his food had less portion than mine. 

"I shall check on the driver now." I wiped my mouth and got up from my seat, heading to the front door. 

The car was ready and parked perfectly. I smiled and headed back to the dining table, "Sir, the car is waiting for you." He just finished drinking, "Oh my god, you know me so well, Ben. I will wait for you in the car, okay?" He tapped me on the shoulder. I grabbed the empty dirty plates, glasses, and utensils on the table to put them away in the sink. The chef was enjoying his food on the counter, "Here are the dirty dishes. I will go now."

"Yeah, man. Enjoy your time," he said. I went outside to where the car was, the passenger front seat was empty because Master took the back seat, his favorite seat. 

"Good Morning, Butler Ben," the driver greeted me when I got in.

"Good Morning."

"So, are we going to the Boutique, Mr. Iplier?" He looked up while reading a magazine, "Oh yeah, yeah. You know which one. Also, can you play another radio channel too? I'm kinda getting bored with this one. You know, to try something new," he said as he continued reading the magazine.

"Of course, anything for you, sir." The driver changed the radio channel as the car started, driving to one of the most popular department stores, I. Magnin.

The day went on, it was about a 45-minute drive from the manor. We went through the department store to get a new suit but the size seemed to be bigger than his. Odd. He also got a box of chocolate, a flower bouquet, and a wrapped gift. It wasn't much for him, was he going on a date? He looked at the time, we had been there for more than an hour. Why did it hurt me a bit knowing he got a new date?

"It seemed like that's all. We should head back now, don't want to miss my afternoon nap," he said while stretching his body. The Driver and I were just assisting him with his shopping bags. We just walked around the department store for quite a long time now. 

We headed back to the car, putting the items beside him as I went to the front passenger seat. Master was just sitting there in the back while crossing his legs while we drove back to the manor.

Third Person POV

Timeskip

Time passed by, and Actor Mark was getting ready for something. It was almost sunset, Ben on the other hand was cleaning up the house. The thought of Mark going on a date was stuck in his head, hurting him inside. He had been on the first floor for the whole afternoon since Mark had told him not to go upstairs because he didn't want to be bothered? So, he did what he asked, not going upstairs. 

After cleaning, Ben decided to head back to his room and clean up, taking a shower. He didn't have much plan that evening, perhaps, reading a book would help past the time.

--

There were knocks on the door while he was fixing his tie after showering, and he wasn't sure who it was, the door was then opened, and it was The Chef, "Ben, Mark wants to see you upstairs on the balcony, he said that he needed help to prepare for his date or something." Ben looked at him, he needed to examine his facial reaction just in case he was messing around with him since he always did that to him,

"How can I be sure that you're not messing with me?"

"See it for yourself, man. You know how it is when Mark is mad." He narrowed his eyes as he walked past him, heading upstairs to the balcony.

The sun was slowly setting, it was a beautiful view along with dim lights from the city in the distance. He walked out to see a table set, the tablecloth, a vase of roses, candelabra, utensils, glasses, and plates. He didn't set this for sure. There was also the chocolate box and bouquet on one of the chairs. Ben felt relieved knowing Mark wouldn't be as miserable as he was after the divorce but again, a scar was made along the relief. 

'Wait, he's not here. Chef, I'm gonna come for yo-'

"Ah! Ben! There you are!" The familiar voice appeared behind me, he was admiring how amazing Actor looked in the suit, it was a different suit that I hadn't seen before, it wasn't the one that he bought. He shook his head a bit to brush off the thoughts, noticing he was holding two boxes that were wrapped beautifully.

"What do you need me for, sir?" he asked. Actor sat down on the opposite chair from where the bouquet and chocolate box were,

"How do I look?" he asked while facing me. 'Beautiful' 

"You look amazing, sir. Who is the lucky one if I may ask?" 

"Well..." He got up and looked down at the boxes, Ben was waiting for the answer nervously and anxiously. 

"One of the most amazing people I ever met." He smiled to himself, "I'm sure the person must've felt lucky to have you, si-"

"... and he's standing in front of me." 

Ben's POV

What? 

I was shocked by what he said. Me? No. The feelings that I had pushed aside came back at me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, I mean, he meant it as a friend, perhaps,

"I wasn't sure when the feeling appeared but every time you were there for me, it was like the first time feeling love again. I love you, Ben. Happy Valentine's Day," he softly said. His hands extended to me, lending me the boxes of gifts.

"You should try the suit, I'm sure it looks good on you," I was still speechless about what was going on but gracefully accepted the gifts. All this time, he also had the same feeling as me, perhaps burying it down. Or was he waiting for this moment to come?

"I... I am sorry. I am out of words. Thank you. I..." He was waiting for my answer, I couldn't form words in my head, "I also have been feeling the same way. I was just afraid that it would ruin my job." There I said it.

"Oh, Ben..." he stopped for a moment, "I noticed it, I was just waiting for this moment. I just thought that maybe it'd be more romantic if we do it right here, at this moment, during Valentine's Day." I smiled to myself, what were these butterflies feeling in my stomach? Should I just do it? Do it, Ben. Kiss him.

I put down the boxes on the chair. I turned around to face him as we both got closer, I could feel my heart beating faster, slightly sweating. I was taller than him so I needed to look down to see his eyes, I put my hand on his waist and slowly leaned down, planting my lips on his. He smiled and kissed me back. 

After waiting, it felt amazing. All those emotions just felt fulfilled. The connection and chemistry were strong, I could feel them. It was passionate. It wasn't long until I let go, "I should try on the suit now. Again, thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Mark from now on." I grabbed the bigger box, "I will."

I went to change to the new suit for the date tonight. The date that I didn't expect. 

It was truly planted as a core memory for me.

[marky-iplier]

Happy birthday to one of the most beautiful women ! Signe has been inspiring me a lot for photography. I hope you have a wonderful birthday! I also hope you enjoy the art that I made!

@wwwiishu

[marky-iplier]

If you see this that means I'm open to fanfic requests!

I'm only accepting Mark's or Jack's egos/characters. Although, I can do another character that's apart of Mark or Jack projects who aren't played by Mark or Jack, like Butler Ben, Mack, Celci, Celine, etc.

I will not be doing smut, pedophilia, or incest.

Feel free to send me a request!