#anyway thank you so much again you drew him so well and handsome

[gothic-mothic]

HBG???BFHBG???????BBJ??BHHBB????BBBB?????

THANK YOU????? Putting this in my pocket as a snack for later Omg you drew him so GOOD I cannot express my joy enough Thank you so much holy shit????

Idk how express gratitude properly so, An eye for an eye

I keep MEANING to draw other peoples narrators and then forgetting to!!! Here’s a few of the narrators of the people I follow

@brutusartemis @gothic-mothic @employee052

Someday I’ll actually draw this old fart interacting with another persons narrator but I doubt it will go well lmao

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary: meeting the handsome guy from the shop next door doesn't go quite as you expect it to

pairing: tattoo artist! kazuha x florist gn! reader

warnings: none except for kazuha himself, just pure fluff

modern au series || genshin impact masterlist

The breeze gently swayed the wind chimes decorating your humble flower shop as you rearranged some of the bigger plants. Despite the warm spring weather and bright sun, it was a tranquil day at the shop. With no holiday around the corner, people weren’t exactly barging down your door at this time of day.

As you were about to repot some of the flowers which had grown too big for their respective pots, your doorbell signalled a customer entering. Quickly, you made your way over into your sales area. In the middle of your shop stood a white-haired man, his mask pulled down and hair tied into a ponytail. When he turned to you, a red streak among the white caught your attention, as well as a few piercings. You couldn’t recall seeing him here before but he seemed somewhat familiar anyway.

“Hi there, how may I help you?” you greeted cheerfully.

“Hello,” he replied warmly, crimson eyes forming crescents as he smiled. In the back of your mind, you noted how beautiful he was. “I was looking for a bouquet or maybe a small potted plant, I’m not quite sure yet. It’s supposed to be a gift. Do you have anything you’d recommend?”

“Sure, please take a look over here.” You walked him over to a small area of potted plants sitting in aesthetically decorated pots. “Personally, I prefer gifting plants like these over cut flowers. Not only do they last a lot longer, they’re also easy to care for. In the end, the choice is yours though, and I’d be happy to show you the already arranged bouquets or bind a unique one for you.”

“Thank you very much, these are perfect though. My mother has a thing for house plants,” he chuckled. Ah, so it was a present for his mother. “Oh, is that a maple leaf over there?”

Stepping aside to let him take a closer look, you nodded. “It is, nicely spotted. I think they make for great decorative elements, given their striking colour.”

“It happens that I’m quite fond of them, too.” The man rolled up the left sleeve of his white jacket to reveal an intricate tattoo sleeve of what appeared to be maple leafs swirling in the wind. “They remind me of home.”

“Wow,” you said, in awe at the artwork, “that is amazing. Whoever drew this must be seriously talented.”

“Yeah, Xiao put his all into this. I drew the actual piece though, so I’m giving myself some credit here,” he sheepishly confessed and scratched his neck. “Ah, Xiao is my colleague. We actually work at the studio next door.”

“So that’s why I thought I had seen you before. It’s nice to meet you, neighbour,” you laughed before giving him your name.

“What a beautiful name, it suits you well.” The melodic lilt of his smooth voice made heat creep up your neck. “My name is Kazuha.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything and it seemed as though the world had stopped as you watched the sunlight break in his crimson eyes. Then with a snap, you remembered where you were and why you were there. You quickly cleared your throat and held up the small plant to him.

“Is this going to be your choice then or would you rather look around a little longer?”

“As much as I’d love to have an excuse to stay, I do think she’d like this one very much,” he said. As you walked over to the register and checked out the plant, you tried not to think about his words too much, otherwise you might not have been able to do much else. When all was said and done, Kazuha pulled his mask up again, yet you could still see his smile beam from his eyes. “Well then, it was nice getting to know you. I hope we’ll see each other more in the future.”

“I hope so too. Have a nice day and feel free to stop by whenever you’d like.”

The doorbell chimed again as Kazuha left with a small wave, which you returned shakily before you buried your face in your hands. Did this really just happen? Did this beautiful man say he wanted to see you again? Was he actually flirting or just being polite? You thought it best not to interpret too much into it, lest you get your hopes up, but your heart was beating out of your chest anyway.

You calmed down over the next few days, although the first couple of times a customer came in, your heart -the traitor- skipped a beat and you mentally kicked yourself for acting like a lovesick fool over a guy you had met once. Slowly but surely though, it was business as usual again and your encounter with him didn’t occupy the forefront of your mind anymore.

Until one afternoon, on which you were faced with striking crimson eyes, that was. You blinked a few times before your brain rebooted and you scrambled for something to say.

“K-Kazuha! Nice to see you again,” you greeted, not very professionally, might you add. “Here for another potted plant?”

Fortunately he chuckled about your clumsy attempt at a joke before gently shaking his head. “No, not today. My mother was quite delighted though, so thank you very much for the recommendation.”

“Not at all, you’re the one who picked after all.” Hiding your fidgeting hands behind your back, you tried your best to hold eye contact. “What brings you here then?”

“Ah you see, I'm here to ask a small favour.” At the curious tilt of your head, he continued. “I was wondering if I could stay here for a while to sketch. Last time I was here, I couldn’t help but feel inspired by all the beautiful flowers. I understand if you say no though.”

“No,” you said immediately before catching yourself. “I mean, no, I don’t mind. I’m very flattered actually. Just make yourself comfortable.”

With a warm ‘thank you’, Kazuha settled in a sunny corner of your shop and pulled pencil and paper from his bag. At first you were a little nervous with him there, hyper-aware of your every movement, but it wasn’t long before you found comfort in his presence. 

This became a regular occurrence afterwards. Kazuha would come over to draw whenever he didn’t have any clients booked as you went about your business, every now and then insisting to help you move a heavy pot to make himself useful. Somewhen down the line, he started bringing you coffee or take-out after learning your preferences and vehemently resisted having you pay him back. At one point, you started to wonder whether his coworkers missed him at all.

“They’ll live without me,” he laughed. “And even if, it’s not like I’m far away.”

Another major plus of having Kazuha around was getting a glimpse of his newest pieces, either through a peek over his shoulder or just straight-up asking him. There was something so vivid about his sketches, as if he transferred the vitality of the flowers directly onto the page and you were blown away every time.

One evening, you were sitting in your shop well after closing time. The two of you hadn’t planned to spend the night in, but as fate would have it, it started to heavily pour down as Kazuha was about to leave. So you, without any selfish ulterior motives, offered him to stay until the rain let up.

That was how you found yourself eating some of the pastries he had brought you earlier while Kazuha was drawing vines and flowers onto your arm after you asked him what kind of tattoo he thought would suit you. As he worked, it gave you a great opportunity to study him. 

His light brows were slightly furrowed as he concentrated, his eyes firmly fixed on your skin and his teeth biting down on his plush bottom lip every other minute. The touch of his left hand, holding and angling your arm as he needed it, sent chills up your spine and the pressure from the pen felt more intimate than it should have. Your body was set ablaze with nerves almost as if you got a real tattoo.

All too soon, Kazuha withdrew the pen from your skin, kept his other hand, however, on your arm, sliding it down a little further so it rested almost over yours. His thumb traced some of the lines almost absentmindedly. If he kept this up, you were afraid you’d melt into a puddle right on the spot, not that that would be such a bad way to go out. Then, he slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours through his long lashes and your breath hitched. You were actually sitting across from some kind of ethereal being, you were sure of it.

“So,” he started, voice low in the dimly lit shop, “what do you think?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” you replied without hesitation.

“I’m flattered, but perhaps,” he gave you a sly smile, “you should take a look at the tattoo first?”

Heat bloomed on your cheeks as you averted your eyes. “All your art is gorgeous though, it’s not like I’d have to look to know it’s true,” you mumbled.

Kazuha wore his faint blush a lot more gracefully than you did as he too looked down to take in the lines on your skin in their entirety. The motive he’d chosen was a branch of flowers wrapping around your underarm, detailed and fine, despite the less than ideal equipment to work with. Between the petals, there was one or the other maple leaf peeking through, causing you to smile. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if it was actually inked onto your skin.

“It makes me happy to hear you have so much trust in me,” he genuinely said.

“Looks like I seriously have to think about getting a tattoo now,” you laughed, although there was actual seriousness bleeding into it. “Perhaps I should make an appointment with… what was his name? Xiao?”

“Come on, gorgeous, you can’t tease me like this,” he gasped in faux offence. “You wouldn’t rob me of the honour of being the one to tattoo you, right?”

“I could never,” you breathed, goosebumps rising all over your arm from where he continued to touch you. And Kazuha seemed to notice it too.

“Are you cold? Here, have my jacket.” Before you could refuse, he’d already stepped around the table and draped the garment over your shoulders. You could feel his body heat still emanating from it, the pleasant scent of his cologne surrounding you. “We wouldn’t want you catching a cold, would we?”

You hummed as a response, brain not procuring anything more profound at the newfound proximity. Just like the first time you met, you lost yourself in his swirling pools of maple but this time nothing was there to yank you back to stop you from drowning in them. 

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” Kazuha quietly asked, almost as if talking more to himself. “I truly can’t recall anything which could compare.”

“I can,” you countered. When he raised a brow, you continued. “He’s standing right in front of me, actually.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he said fondly. One of the hands previously resting on your shoulders trailed over your skin, light as a feather, before cupping your cheek as if you were a delicate flower. “Hopefully this is not too forward, but… May I kiss you?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

Guided by his hand, you rose from your seat to meet Kazuha halfway before closing your eyes. When your lips met, your first thought was how his lips were as pillowy soft as you imagined. Yours moved seamlessly against them, as if you had done this a hundred times already, yet it was still excitingly new at the same time. Threading your hand into the base of his snowy hair, you carefully tested the waters but were immediately rewarded with a blissful sigh and an arm wrapping around your waist, Kazuha’s fingers splaying over the small of your back and pressing you impossible closer to his chest. 

Only pulling back far enough to speak against your lips, half-lidded eyes gazed into yours as his thumb brushed your cheekbone like the wind caressed the leaves on a tree. “I almost don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t”, you whispered.

“You have no idea what you do to me, love,” Kazuha groaned before diving back in, this time deepening the kiss almost immediately. Neither of you noticed, nor cared, that the rain had stopped a while ago, too lost in one another to think about much else.

But, quite unfortunately, both of you needed air to live, so you had to reluctantly part eventually. While you breathed heavily, trying to force oxygen back into your lungs, Kazuha peppered a myriad of playful kisses along your jaw and the side of your neck, your giggles reverberating around the shop at the tickling sensation. When he resurfaced, there was a bright spark in his eyes as he mirrored your smile. 

“Even if this might not be the proper order in which to do this, I’d love to take you out on a date one of these days,” he said, seeking out your hand with his and intertwining them. “And hopefully a second one after that.”

“A date, huh?” Running the hand still slung over his shoulder through his hair, you mused lightheartedly. “Sounds like an awful lot of effort to get a new client to tattoo, don’t you think?”

“What can I say,” he played along, “I’m very devoted to the things I hold dear.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you said sincerely, catching on to the double meaning behind his words. “Seems as if I have fallen for your scheme then. 

“A date sounds lovely.”

[e-dubbc11]

If you'd like to here's a wee request for your winter sleepover! ☃️

F!Reader, Frank, and Billy are friends but Bill knows damn well that you and Frank have been eyeing each other up for ages but neither has been bold enough to make a move. Maybe he intervenes and stages something cute or where they're forced to be together alone, and things get fluffy and sweet between them ☺️🥰

Stef! Thank you for sending in this ask! I’ve never really written for Frank as the object of the reader’s affection before but this was fun! I hope you like it!

Bullseye

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F! Reader; supporting character Billy Russo

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a divorce and a miscarriage, mention of the death of Frank’s family (Billy was no part of it in this little au, I can’t write that, I just can’t), and fluff

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You join your friends dart league. She thinks it will be good for you to get out of the house and also thinks someone new might catch your eye.

A/N: I guess you could say this is my first Frank fic. Just a little meet cute. I wasn’t sure who to tag for this one, I hope it’s ok I just put everyone from my Billy tag list on this one

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“What do I know about throwin’ darts?!” You asked with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl on your face, planting another dart near the bullseye.

“You know a lot more than you think you do, that’s for sure, y/n!” Jamie said. “I’ve never seen anyone that has picked it up like you have.”

Taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “Jamie, I’m just messin’ around, I don’t know shit about throwin’ them, let alone enough to be in the league with you.”

She took a sip from her glass.

“Come on! It’s just for fun anyway! I get a break from my husband and the kids for a few hours a week and you…” she paused, “You get a break from your couch.”

“HEY!” You said, slightly perturbed at her statement. Although she wasn’t wrong. You haven’t really been out much since your divorce.

After a couple of beers and a few casual rounds of darts, you agreed to join Jamie’s league. She had been wanting you to join and be on her team for awhile now. She also thought it would be the perfect way to get you out of the house and among the land of the living again.

The divorce was hard on you. After your miscarriage, your ex-husband withdrew from you and there was no coming back from it. The distance was too far and he thought it would be best if you just separated. HE thought it would be best…he didn’t care what you wanted.

But if he didn’t want to try and work through the pain and the hurt of it all, then you didn’t want to either. He found someone new right away and his new wife was ready to give birth any day now which is why you were out with Jamie, trying to drink your problems away…even if it was just for a little while.

“Ok, that was a little harsh. Your ex is a dickhead who abandoned you at your lowest point and I would do anything to see you genuinely happy again.” Said Jamie.

With a shy smile, you said, “I’d really like to be happy again too.”

**********

Your weekly outing of throwing darts was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Plus, the scenery was great…Frank Castle and Billy Russo. Billy was traditionally handsome, deep brown eyes, well-groomed beard, nice clothes, and a sexy voice. But Frank…there was just something about him that drew you in.

He wasn’t traditionally handsome like Billy but Frank just had something that had you stealing glances when he wasn’t looking. The deep gruff tone to his voice was incredibly sexy; you could tell his nose had been broken on more than one occasion but that just made him more attractive to you.

Jamie let him teach you the rules and regulations of the game. She knew he would have to get close, possibly put his hands on you to show you some things. She kind of had a feeling you might be into Frank.

“Is THIS why you wanted me to join?!” You whispered yelled into her ear.

Jamie’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Whaaaat? Nothing wrong with a little handsome scenery. If I wasn’t married, I’d ride Billy like a rented mule but I thought Frank seemed more like your type.” She said.

Looking over at Frank and Billy talking, you bit back a smile and turned back to talk to Jamie. “Frank is very handsome and he’s very sweet. He has sadness in his eyes though.”

After you said that, Jamie went on to tell you that Frank had a family. He had a wife and two kids. Billy had told her what happened to them, helped Frank get even for what those assholes did but it’s not like it brings them back.

That story broke you. To have your whole family taken from you and there was nothing you could do to stop it sounded excruciating. You had lost a baby but nothing like what Frank had been through.

Billy and Frank were still talking.

“Frankie…” Said Billy.

Frank, continuing to practice, replied, “Yeah…what is it, Bill?”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that y/n has a little bit of a crush on you.” Billy said with a wide Cheshire cat smile.

Frank took a glance over his shoulder at you.

“Ya think so huh? Well you would notice that, right Bill?” Said Frank. “She is beautiful but her eyes are sad. Wonder what happened to her?”

Your first week of playing darts, you had a little too much beer and told Billy about your divorce, your miscarriage, and how your ex walked out on you. It probably wasn’t one of your finer moments but it was out there now and you couldn’t take it back.

Anger stretched across Frank’s face. “Fuckin’ scumbag.” He growled.

Billy had a serious tone to his voice. “Look Frankie, she's experienced loss too albeit a little different from yours…you should talk to her. Plus, she blushes every time you look at her.”

Frank stopped throwing darts, looked at Billy and replied, “A loss is a loss Bill, it hurts no matter what. Yeah, maybe I will talk to her.”

**********

You and Frank continued to dance around each other for another few weeks. They were filled with stolen glances and smiles. Frank did give you a few lessons on how to throw a little better.

You could feel his warm breath against the top of your ear, the way his shoulder touched yours when he would stand behind you, and the gravelly tone to his voice gave you goosebumps as he was giving you pointers.

“Good…line it up now, yeah? That’s it. Now remember, a short hard flick of the wrist and…let it go, sweetheart. That’s better, stable grip and not too tight. Attagirl.” He said with a smirk.

It wasn’t easy to get a smile out of Frank but it looked good on him. You, on the other hand, were elated after hitting three bullseyes in a row.

After taking a sip of beer, Frank asked, “You been divorced long? Sorry, I’m not exactly subtle. Bill mentioned it to me.”

“Yeah, I told Billy a lot that night, didn’t I.” You said, slightly embarrassed.

“Bill has a big mouth sometimes but he’s trying to help.” He said. “He’s tryin’ to play matchmaker is what he’s doin’.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, you felt butterflies in your stomach, and warmth stretched across your chest. You tried to cover your face a little so Frank couldn’t see you blushing.

Frank brought up your divorce but you decided against talking about his family; maybe you would just let him bring it up if he ever felt comfortable enough to.

Noticing it was a little too quiet in the bar, you took a sip from your glass and looked around. No one from your team was in sight, not Jamie, not Billy…nobody. You only saw members of the team you were supposed to be playing in a few minutes.

“Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Asked Frank, holding the dark and aiming it at the target.

“Where…where did everyone go?” You asked.

With narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, Frank took a quick look around the bar, then took a look outside. Billy’s car was gone and so was Jamie’s. Frank stormed back inside and took out his phone as you tried to stifle a smile.

“I’ll kill him; he’s my ride home.” Said Frank.

Frank stepped away so you couldn’t really hear his conversation with Billy.

As Frank walked back to where you were standing, you asked, “What did he say? Where are they?”

Frank smirked, putting his phone back in his pocket, he replied, “Well, he said he’s not telling us where they went, that they forfeited the match, and we should relax, have a drink and get to know each other a little better. He’ll be back later to get me.”

“They forfeited!? I HATE losing! Jamie knows that I HATE to lose!” You said with clenched fists and through gnashed teeth.

“I hate to lose; Bill does too but he always said if it was for the greater good then it was ok.” Frank said in a low voice with a slight smile.

You smiled warmly at him. “You must be the greater good for him then.”

Frank inched closer, you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes as he replied, “I guess I am. He’s a good friend.” Pointing at your glass and walking away from you, toward the bar, he asked, “You ready for a refill, sweetheart?”

For the first time in a long time, you had gone through a stretch of time without thinking about your ex-husband or feeling sorry for yourself.

Maybe you were finally ready to move on with your life and enjoy the little things in it like darts with friends and drinks with a handsome man with kind brown eyes.

“Oh…yes please. I am…very ready.” You said softly.

You were definitely excited for more nights like this.

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[lykaios2]

Heya! I have a rise Leo x Gn reader request. Leo catching the reader admiring him while he reads comics.

That is all!! Have a good day/night ^^

THANK YOU

you, my good anon, broke the streak of donnie x readers. the last 4 requests I got were all donnie x readers (not that I don't love writing him)

anyway hope you enjoy! ❤️

Behind the Pages

rise leo x reader

tw: nothing

"Come on, so close...aw, damn. No luck."

You died. Again. It was a hard boss. You and Raph had been trying for days now to beat it. Both you and him tried everything: looked at every guide online, brought every item you could think of, watched other people beat it. Nothing worked, though.

"Hey! You two! Get in here. I made some snacks for you, since I figured you were going to be up for a while."

You and Raph made your way to the kitchen to find Mikey, standing behind a plate of two freshly baked pizzas he had just pulled out of the oven. You walked over, and thanked Mikey, and grabbed a few drinks from the fridge before taking the plate and returning to the living room.

When you returned, it was Raph’s turn to take on the boss. You handed him the controller, and grabbed yourself a slice of pizza. Raph was a little better at this game than you were, but only because he had more free time. He was doing fine, and everything was going well.

"Man...I'm kinda cold. I'm gonna go grab my hoodie from my car, ill be right back. You can take the next few turns."

"Cold?! We have the heat on and it's like, 90 degrees outside. Whatever, weirdo, go grab your hoodie."

You laughed at his comment and got up. As you were walking through the lair, you passed by Leo's room. You glanced over to see him laying down in bed, reading comics.

Leo was always your favorite out of the four brothers. Of course you liked them all, but something about Leo just...drew you to him. Maybe it was his humor. As stupid as his brothers made it out to be, you actually found a lot of his jokes funny. Maybe it was his good looks. The red stripes on his face, his beautiful blue eyes, and his sweet little smile. Maybe it was his amazing leadership. On one very special occasion, the turtles agreed to take you on a mission, and you finally got to see them in action. It was incredibke the way they all worked together under his command. Maybe it was all of it. Or maybe it was something else that you couldn't quite place your finger on...

"Hello? y/n? You there?"

You snapped back to reality to find Leo had noticed you standing outside of his room. You quickly regained your composure, and finally replied to his question.

"Oh, hi sorry. I, um...I spaced out."

"Yeah, I figured. What were you doing?"

"I was just gonna go grab my hoodie from my car..."

Leo looked at you with a curious, almost suspicious look on his face. You didn't want to tell him that you had just been staring at him for the past 10 minutes, thinking about how much you loved him, so you tried to keep your cool until you could leave.

"Is that all...?"

"Yep. I'll be on my way now then."

"Wait, before you go, can I show you something?"

You turned back to him, about to walk away. You paused, unsure of what he was about to show you. You nodded, and he asked you to stand still. He grabbed his sword from his bedside, and before you knew it, he made a portal right below your feet that landed you right next to him in his bed.

"Now you can admire me up close, hm?"

Immediately your face began to turn a bright pink. Leo just chuckled and pulled you close to him.

"I'm not stupid, y/n. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me...as long as you admit that you were staring at my handsome face."

After a minute of silence, you reluctantly admitted that you were indeed staring at him. He laughed again, then placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You know...you're pretty cute yourself. Especially when you're all flustered like this."

He was quiet after that, just letting you take in everything that just happened. He held you in his arms, silently signaling to you that he returned your feelings. As you laid there, you felt a buzz come from your pocket. You pulled our your phone to see a text from Raph, asking where you were. Before you could reply, Leo stole your phone and took a picture of you two cuddling and sent it to him, along with the caption, <y/n's a little stuck at the moment ;)>.

"Leo! What the hell?!"

"What? We're adorable!"

[feyhunter78]

Hey it’s me El! Can I have a one shot where she accidentally spills drink over him where they’re children in the kings landing and she profusely apologises but he says it’s alright. An older woman comes over and Says she’s an apprentice maid so forgive her stupidness. Skip forward the years and he sees her as a matured woman and joking asks if she’ll spill drink on her again. She smiles and says if the prince wishes it and they laugh. ‘She’s been promoted she’s not that bad…’ still he becomes enamoured with her, deliberately seeking her out and having conversations with her. Rhaenyra sees him sneak out one time and confronts him afterwards and asks if he was seeing that girl. Jace looks sheepish but rhaenyra says it’s okay go to her. Cause she loved Harwin and couldn’t be with him so she hopes the same for jace.

So this was supposed to go out last night, but I guess Tumblr decided not to post it??? Anyways I loved this prompt and I loved writing for Jacaerys bc he is just such a sweet boy!!!!!

Apprentice!reader masterlist

The Servant who would be Queen

Fear rushed through you as the pitcher slipped from your small hands and landed on Prince Jacaerys, dousing him in wine. Your entire body is trembling as apologies spilled from your lips faster than the wine spilled all over the prince’s finery.

“My prince, I—I am so sorry, it slipped from my hands, please forgive me.” You stuttered out as you grabbed the cloth napkins and began to dab at his chest before realizing how improper that was and dropping them with another hasty apology.

Jacaerys looked up at you. You both were of a similar age, you ten and he ten and one. “It is quite alright.” He reassured you, giving you a kind smile.

“Are you sure? I could ask one of the servants to bring you a change of clothes or—”

He leaned closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, his hand taking yours. “Truly, you’ve done me a favor, I hate this tunic.” He scrunched his nose, which drew a giggle from you.

The head maid Marta rushed forward and yanked you away from him. “My prince, please accept my apologies, she is young and still needs more training. Forgive her foolishness.”

Jacaerys shook his head and stood, taking your hand once more. “All is forgiven, Marta, it was simply an accident.” He turned to his mother, informing her he would go change then return, before he met your eyes once more.

“Again, I am so sorry, my prince.” You said, tears in your eyes.

Jacaerys pressed a quick kiss to your hand. “Please do not fret over me, it was an accident.”

Your face warmed, and you curtsied once he released your hand. “Of course, my prince, thank you.”

Years later you see him again, a man now, much as you are a woman grown. You have finally worked your way up and been named as Marta’s right hand. Jacaerys caught your eye as you served the royal family wine, and when you reached him, he gave you a roguish smile.

“Y/N, lovely to see you again.” He said, mirth shining in his warm brown eyes.

“And you as well, my prince.” You said politely, trying to keep from showing just how handsome you now find him from showing on your face.

“I must inform you that I am not quite fond of this doublet, so if you wish to spill wine on me again, I will not be upset.”

You laughed, but a small part of you was still anxious, and you chewed on your bottom lip, not meeting his eyes. “I will if you order it, my prince, but I must say there can be nothing but perfection from Marta’s second in command.”

His hand on your forearm stopped you. “I mean the words only as a jest y/n, and I wish to congratulate you on your promotion. My grandsire tells me it is well earned.”

You ducked your head, smiling. “Thank you, I must say I have come quite far from where I was at age ten.”

“You have become quite beautiful as well, I will enjoy our trip much more knowing I will see you often.” He said smoothly, his steady voice simultaneously calming and exciting your nerves.

You finished pouring his wine and smiled shyly at him. “I will enjoy you visiting here as well.” Then you moved into the next member of his family before retreating into the kitchen, heart ponding in your chest.

Soon you found yourself in the company of the prince often. He wandered down to the kitchens, asked for you during meal times, and would try to seek you out during your free time and invite you on walks.

“And then Carina threw wine at Prince Aegon for groping her. It was quite funny, but the prince found it less so.” You recounted to Jacaerys feeling warmed by his eyes never once leaving you.

“Aegon is a pest, I despise the fact that more cannot be done to shield the servants from him.” He said, before leaning forward and plucking a stray leaf from your hair.

“It is part of the job, unfortunately. I have been lucky, thank the gods that he has not set his sights on me.”

There was a shadow that crossed over Jacaerys’ eyes, and you tilted your head in concern. “My prince?”

The shadow disappeared and he smiled brightly. “Apologies, I was lost in thought for a moment.”

“Thinking of your dragon?” You ventured.

His expression turned bashful, but his hands found yours and held them tightly. “You caught me.”

“I cannot blame you, Vermax seems to be a wonderful creature.”

“Would you like to meet him?” He asked suddenly, getting to his feet and pulling you up with him.

You froze. You knew how important dragons were to the Targaryens, and you knew a non-Targaryen should only meet a bonded dragon is marriage was imminent. At least that is what you had heard from Aemond and Aegon.

“I do not think I should—it would not be appropriate, and I must get back to the kitchen now.” You said quickly, removing your hands from his grip and smoothing out your skirts.

Jacaerys’ face fell, but he nodded. “Of course, my apologies for keeping you from your duties.”

You curtsied and rushed off before he could offer to escort you back.

“Do you not already have a servant you are terrorizing?” Aemond drawled, picking at his food.

“I have grown bored of her, but y/n, she is a new challenge.” Aegon said, swirling his wine in his cup.

Jacaerys’ head perked up at the mention of your name. This was one family dinner you had been too busy to help staff, and he missed seeing your smiles as you served his wine.

“Marta will skin you alive.” Aemond said, taking a drink of his own wine.

“I am the prince, she cannot do anything to me.” Aegon said, leaning back in his chair.

“Do not say I did not warn you.” Aemond said.

Aegon folded his arms behind his head. “It will be worth it, have you seen y/n’s figure? And she is so innocent, I doubt anyone’s bed her and if they have, it was not properly.” He chuckled. “I shall have her crying beneath me by the night’s end.”

Jacaerys slammed down his cup, knuckles white around the stem.

 His mother looked up and raised an eyebrow.

He pursed his lips, eyes flickering to Aegon and Aemond before he continued to eat his food in angry silence.

It is later that night when he is sneaking through the halls intent on finding you before Aegon does that his mother catches him.

“Jace.” She said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Mother.”

“What are you doing roaming the halls at night?”

“I need to go to the kitchen?” He said lamely. He was never good at lying to her.

She smiled softly. “You are off to see y/n then.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “I know she is a servant, and I am your heir, but I love her and I do not care where she comes from, I wish to marry her.”

Rhaenyra holds up a hand to stop him. “I know, sweet boy, and I approve.” She stepped closer, stroking his hair, a bittersweet smile on her face. “I will not prevent you from marrying the one your heart truly loves, like my father did.”

Jacaerys embraced her quickly, thanking her, before he rushed off in search of y/n.

“Prince Aegon, please, you are drunk, you must leave.” You said, trying to push Aegon away from you.

“No, no, I think it is time to see how well you can ride the dragon.” He slurred, arms wrapping around you, holding you in a vice grip.

“Please, let me go, I do not wish—” You were cut off by the sudden appearance of Jacaerys.

His curls were mussed, his night shirt hanging low, and there was a fire in his eyes. “Aegon. Let her go.”

Aegon blew a raspberry and turned towards him, keeping you in his arms. “Sorry, nephew, finders keepers.”

You barely blinked and Aegon was knocked out cold lying on the kitchen floor, Jacaerys standing above him, fists clenched.

“You hit Prince Aegon, he will think it was me, I could be killed.” You said, voice trembling as you bent down to inspect Aegon’s jaw.

Jacaerys stopped you, taking you in his arms. “You will not be blamed, and you will not be killed.”

“How do you know that?” You asked, fear receding as his warmth surrounded you.

“They will have to go through Vermax and I first. Then they will have to realize this was nothing more than a family matter. The future consort of the king will not be charged over something so petty.”

You nodded, comforted by his declaration of protection, then his words set in. “Consort?”

He cupped your face. “Y/N I have spoken to my mother and I will go to your family home and speak with your father, but I wish to marry you, regardless of what answer anyone gives me.”

Your eyes widened. “But I am a servant?”

“And the small folk will cheer when they hear one of their own will be their queen.” He said, his brown eyes filled with warmth and adoration.

“You want me to be your queen? Not the dozens of noble women who would be much better?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

He nodded. “Yes, I have known you should be my queen since the day you spilled wine on me.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “If you are certain—”

“I am.”

“Then yes, I wish to marry you as well.” You said, throwing your arms around his neck.

His entire face broke out into a smile and he kissed you. Warmth like the rays of the sun enveloped you, and you felt secure in his strong arms. You would be a wonderful pair. King Jacaerys the Strong and Queen y/n the Beloved.

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[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/24/2024) Episode: Preparing to Party

Noemi and Luigi hoped to turn their difficult day around with a party in Del Sol, but first they needed to make a quick trip out to The Ridge.

Their first stop was to Grandpa Gilbert, who had agreed to take Skye overnight so the couple didn’t have to rush back to relieve a sitter.

Noemi gave her dad a big hug “Thanks so much for having him.” she began “I do have to warn you though, he’s been a bit aggressive lately. He kicked Luigi’s grandfather at the market earlier today when he tried to give him a hug.” Gilbert gave his grandson a shocked look, but then smiled.

“Skye and I are old pals; I’m sure we’ll be fine. Even if he does get wild, it won’t be my first rodeo.“ he gave her a wink. “I have my ways.”

Nearby Luigi was doing his part to make sure Grandpa Gilbert had nothing to worry about. “Your grandfather is being very kind to give you a sleepover tonight” he began “If Mommy and I hear that you were mean to him or anyone else you’ll be in big trouble when we get back. Do you understand?”

Skye’s face fell at his father’s harsh words. He loved his gramps; he wasn’t anything like that scary see through sim who kept changing colors or those stupid babies who tried to take his toys and ruin his stuff! He wanted more of his daddy’s attention, but not like this.

Of course, Skye had neither the vocabulary or the presence of mind to articulate any of that, so he simply nodded. Satisfied, Luigi said a quick hello to his father-in-law while Noemi kissed her baby goodbye.

Their next stop was just up the way in Galloping Gulch for a quick check-in with Amaya and Miguel. They’d agreed to keep Roach at the ranch another night rather than have him go home to an empty house on the island, but Noemi still wanted to make a quick detour to see her “fur baby”.

“Mister Roach is the sweetest.” Amaya told her “If you really missed him so much, I’d gladly trade places with you tonight. Hobnobbing with celebrities in the valley sounds like a grand ol’ time!” Her excitedly waggling eyebrows drew a chuckle from her friend.

“While I’m sure you’d have more fun than I’m going to, I promised “Hot Stuff” I’d be his arm candy for the evening.” Noemi replied. “I’ll tell you all about it when I come back to get this handsome fellow tomorrow.” Her husband, who’d overheard the whole thing, recalled how Amaya had thrown herself at Orange during their visit to his mansion in the hills and thanked the watcher that his bride was much more restrained around famous sims.

Back at home it was finally time to spin into their formal wear. “Man, I love getting all dressed up” Luigi said as he stood admiring himself in the mirror “Always have. I considered making my “professional style” constant over the top formal wear, but it didn’t feel like the right look for a pro gamer.”

Noemi shrugged “I know your image is important to you, but if you like dressing fancy then you should do that more often! I know you struggled with aging up, but you’ve come to terms with that, and sims often dress more formally as they get older. Plus, with any luck, soon you’ll be a Starlight award winner and a videogame mogul. It could be time to change up your look again?” Perhaps to something more age appropriate… she finished silently.

“Hmmmm” Luigi replied, taking another long look in the mirror “You may have a point there. Well anyway, let’s go; my category is up first thing, so we don’t want to be late!” Turning, they headed out the door towards the teleporter hand in hand, excited to see what the evening would bring.

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[shiftingparadise]

Hello, may i please request a Captain Levi x Wife!Reader who's actually a noble - she's outspoken, intelligent and sly and somewhat flirtatious, loyal, kind-hearted and caring.

Their marriage has been a love match, cause it started in a liasion meeting which cause the reader to be pregnant with their child; and so they were wed.

You can do what you want to do for this plot hehe ^^

Thank you

Aaaa I loved this request. I'm not sure if you wanted some ✨ smut ✨ or not, so I made a tiny part that's only suggestive. I hope you're okay with this. Otherwise, you can skip the part after the first '---'.

Thank you for your request, I really hope you like it 🤍✨

Warnings: as I mentioned above, a small part is suggestive, but you can easily skip this (it's after the first '---').

Word count: 2333

‘Careful’, a steady hand grabbed your arm. ‘H-huh?’, a stunned expression on your face. ‘You’ll ruin your dress’, a dark-haired man nodded towards a puddle. 

Handsome. You’ve never seen anyone more handsome than the stranger who just prevented you from ruining your new dress. 

‘Thank you’, you straightened your back, a hand on your purse, ‘It seems you saved me the trouble of buying a new dress. Drinks are on me’. 

‘Not necessary’, the man coldly replied, an annoyed expression on his face. ‘Oh, I insist’, you politely bowed your head, ‘If your wife doesn’t mind, of course’. 

He wasn’t wearing a ring. You already noticed. A man his age was supposed to wear a ring if he was taken. 

‘Tsk’, he clicked his tongue, ‘I said no’. 

‘H-hey! Wait’, you grabbed his arm, preventing him from walking away. 

He wasn’t getting away from you this easily. 

‘What?’, his brows drew together at your unexpected touch, ‘I don’t have time for this’.

Finally, someone who didn’t beg for your attention. A challenge you loved and hated at the same time. 

‘I’m sorry sir’, you put on your most innocent expression, ‘But could you walk me home? You see, I have the feeling someone’s following me and-‘. 

‘Aren’t you here with someone? A woman like you shouldn’t be out this late by herself’. 

Right, a woman shouldn’t, but you weren’t an ordinary woman. Any man, or woman for that matter, knew what the consequences were if anyone was ever caught hurting you. You couldn’t help but feel some kind of relief that the handsome stranger didn’t know who you were. 

‘I’m sorry’, you lowered your head to the ground, hands fiddling with each other, ‘I hope it isn’t too much trouble-‘. 

‘Fine’, a cold and short reply, but he held out his arm, nonetheless. Like a gentleman should. 

You gently wrapped your arm around his, walking as close as possible to him. His scent greeted your nose like a warm fire on a cold winter day. Everything about him was perfect. His manners, his stoic appearance, his tired eyes… And well, the fact that he didn’t seem interested in you made him all the more interesting. 

‘Oh’, you smiled, ‘I didn’t know we’d walk past here… What do you say, just one drink? It’s my favorite bar-‘

‘Bar? You go to bars?’, he paused, holding you back from pulling him inside. 

Right. A girl in an expensive dress like you wasn’t supposed to go to bars or feel safe in them anyway. 

‘Fine, you got me’, you smirked, ‘I don’t need your protection, but I do need to thank you, so… Just one drink’, you giggled as you pulled him inside. 

He wasn’t used to this. You could see it in the way his eyes darted toward your hand as you pulled him inside. 

‘Hm, nice and cozy’, you smiled contently as you sat down, slowly removing your gloves. ‘You tricked me?’, a confused and arrogant look in his crescent-shaped eyes. ‘If you agreed to have a few drinks with me, I shouldn’t have’. 

‘Tsk’, he finally sat down, ‘I don’t drink’. ‘Well, you do tonight’, you smirked as you raised your hand, ‘I’ll have two scotches, Marta’. ‘On its way, miss’, the girl behind the bar smiled back. 

'Scotch?’, the man once again frowned. ‘What? Never seen a woman drink whiskey?’. ‘You just didn’t seem the type to-‘. 

You smirked as he stopped his sentence. He finally figured it out. You could see it in his confused look. He knew you weren’t like the other girls. The girls who’d only drank champagne and wine, if they drank at all. 

‘So’, you took a sip, enjoying the familiar, dry burn in your throat, ‘I never caught your name’. 

‘And I never caught yours’, he leaned back, his arm resting on the back of the chair. 

Finally, a challenge.

‘Y/N L/N’, you placed your elbows on the table, chin resting on your hands. 

‘Levi Ackerman’, he nonchalantly took a sip from his glass. 

‘So, Mr. Ackerman, are you in a hurry?’. 

‘No’, a painfully short answer. 

You were right. He certainly wasn’t used to this. 

‘Good, let’s order-‘, you paused as you could hear Marta’s sweet voice from across the room. 

‘P-please sir, i-it was an accident. I-I swear’, she sobbed, her eyes fixed on the ground. ‘I don’t care. You ruined my clothes’, the man - whom she obviously spilled a drink on - grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. ‘I guess you can’t pay for this, right?’. 

‘N-no’, she hastily shook her head. ‘So, how are you going to make it up to me? I bet a girl behind a bar like this has at least some experience’, a sadistic smirk on the man’s face. 

You couldn’t see past your rage. You couldn’t see that Levi was already standing up. You couldn’t hear him calling your name. You were fuming. 

‘Take your dirty hands off her’, you placed your hand on the man’s wrist, ‘If I see you in here, or even hear you’ve been in here again, I’ll make sure your execution takes place on the very day you finally find your balls and dare to come in here again’. 

Unlike Levi, the man did recognize you. 

‘My clothes-‘, the man tried to regain his dignity, but you quickly cut him off. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t make myself clear. You’re going to leave, now’. 

‘Of course, Miss L/N’, the man reluctantly lowered his head before grabbing his jacket and leaving as quickly as possible. 

‘Are you okay?’, you hastily pulled Marta’s sleeves up, eyes searching for bruises on her soft skin. 

‘T-thank you Miss-‘, ‘Y/N, it’s Y/N. How many times do I have to remind you?’, you kindly smiled as you wiped the tears from her cheeks. 

You didn’t have friends. Your status wouldn’t allow it. Everyone who was ever close to you was only in it for the perks. Being a member of one of the mightiest and most influential families sounded nicer than it was. 

‘Come here’, you pulled her in for a hug, ‘Now chin up, and back to work. Show those men around here how strong you are. Show them they can’t take advantage of you’, you whispered before pulling away. ‘Thank you, Miss, I mean Y/N’, her eyes twinkling with courage now. 

‘Asshole’, you sighed as you wanted to walk to your table. 

Gone? Did he leave? 

‘This one’s on me’, two hands placed another round of scotch on the table. Levi was impressed with you, even intrigued. Someone of your status normally wouldn’t care if something like this happened. They usually lived with their heads in the clouds, painfully unaware of how cruel life truly was to those who weren’t as privileged. 

--- 

How did he get here? He never did this. He wasn’t the kind of man to sleep with someone whom he just met, yet here he was. His naked body was welcoming yours, his hands intertwined with yours, his lips eager for the salty taste on your skin… 

‘You’re beautiful’, he unwillingly frowned, ‘I’m sorry if my hands are rough’. 

He could slap himself. Why did he say such a thing? At this moment? 

‘You never do this, do you?’, you kindly smiled, ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to-‘. 

‘N-no, I want to’, he hastily responded, ‘I-I really do’. 

‘So strange’, you tightened your grip around his hands, ‘I didn’t expect you to be so sweet and caring’.  

God, he felt so insecure, so unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to be sweet, he wanted to take you until you couldn’t walk anymore, to hear you scream out his name, but he couldn’t do that. Your eyes seemed so fragile, so soft and so broken. 

‘I just want to make sure you enjoy this’, he gently bit  your shoulder, ‘Because I’m going to’. 

--- 

‘Levi?’, Hange nonchalantly knocked on his door, ‘Someone’s here to see you. A girl from the city. What was your name again? Oh right, Y/N’, a guilty smile on her face.

Y/N? What were you doing here? At headquarters? He hadn’t seen you in months. After that night, you parted ways and that was it. 

‘Come in’, he laid down his pen, ‘Not you, Hange’, he coldly looked at his friend. 

‘Fine’, she raised her hands, ‘I’ll try my best to keep the cadets away from this door, but I can’t promise anything. They almost jumped on her when she asked them where your office was’. 

‘Right’, he sighed as he pinched the space between his eyebrows, ‘She asked the cadets, that’s great’. ‘Sorry’, you nervously smiled. 

‘Doesn’t matter. Sit down, please’, he nodded towards the chair. ‘You’re still here, Hange’, Levi nodded toward the door. 

‘Ugh, fine!’, a discontent sigh as she left the room. 

‘What are you doing here?’. 

‘I’m fine, thank you. How are you?’, you smirked in response. 

‘I’m sorry’, his cold eyes piercing through yours, ‘I just didn’t expect to see you again’. ‘Me neither’, your smile slowly disappeared.

Something was wrong. He could see it in the way you carried yourself. You seemed tired, nervous even. 

‘Look’, you sighed, voice shaking, ‘I don’t expect you to care about what I’m going to tell you, nor do I expect you to do anything, but I thought you should know’. 

‘What?’, his heart racing. 

‘I’m pregnant’, a glossy shimmer in your eyes, ‘And I know what you’re going to say, but yes, it’s yours. You were the first person I slept with in a year. I just thought you should know’, you stood back up again. 

Where were you going? Were you just going to leave like this? You told him he was going to be a father, and you expected him to pretend this conversation never took place? 

‘Are you going to keep it?’. 

It came out cold and uninterested, but he cared. He really did. 

‘Yes’, you looked over your shoulder, ‘But as I said, I don’t expect you to help out or anything. I won’t tell anyone you’re the father’. 

‘But aren’t people going to shun you out if they find out someone of your status is pregnant without being married?’. ‘So?’, you shrugged your shoulders, ‘I don’t care about any of that. Besides, if my father finds out, he’ll probably make me marry someone before I give birth. I’m sure my status won’t be harmed’. 

‘So, you expect me to stay put and watch how a stranger raises our child?’, he pushed his chair back. 

‘What? Are you going to marry me?’, you turned around, tears streaming down your cheek. 

‘Yes’.

‘What?’, your shoulders dropped, your eyes wide open. 

‘I’ll marry you. Even if it’s just for show, even if you don’t want anything to do with me. I want to be there for-‘. 

Wait. He was going to be a father. It suddenly flooded over him like a cold shower. He was going to be a father. How? He never had one. He never grew up in a warm mansion like you did. 

‘It’s fine’, you shook your head, ‘As I said, I won’t tell anyone’. 

‘N-no, that’s not what I-‘, 

Why was the room spinning? Why did he feel a pressure on his chest? 

‘L-levi?’, you hastily grabbed his arm, ‘A-are you fine? You don’t have to worry about it really I-‘. 

He didn’t care that he only met you once. That he only spent one night exploring your body, your thoughts, your past. He didn’t mind it at all because he knew what he felt. Even if it seemed impossible. He cared for you. He didn’t hesitate, not this time. 

You froze as two hands cupped your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours. ‘I’ll marry you’, his eyes locked with yours as he pulled away, ‘And not just to save your status. I’ll marry you because ever since we slept together, I wake up every morning only to find out that I ache for your touch, for your voice, for your honey-like scent. I don’t care if this sounds strange since we only met once, but I this is how I feel. You made me addicted to your taste and honestly, I don’t care. I know you don’t feel the same, but give me a chance to show you what kind of man I am and –‘. 

‘I feel the same’, you softly replied before letting your head rest on his shoulder, ‘I really do’. 

--- 

‘No’, Levi sternly replied. ‘Yes’, you looked at your husband. ‘I said no’, he crossed his arms as to strengthen his answer. 

‘Here’, you happily smiled at Connie, ‘You can hold her’. 

‘No’, Levi hastily held his arm in front of you. 

‘I-I promise I’ll be careful, Captain. I’ve got siblings so…’, Connie saluted your husband, ‘I promise I’ll dedicate my heart to this cause and make sure I won’t drop her’. 

‘Jezus Connie’, you laughed, ‘You don’t need to take it this so serious’. 

Levi couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hide his smile when he looked at his cadet. 

‘Fine’, he quickly shifted back to his cold expression, ‘Sit down on that chair’. 

‘Loosen up, Levi’, Hange laughed, ‘They’re trained for war. They can hold a baby’.

‘Tsk’, Levi kept his cold gaze fixed on Connie as you carefully placed his whole world in the arms of a kid. 

‘Whaaa’, Connie’s eyes widened as he smiled from ear to ear, ‘She’s so tiny’. 

‘Good, now hand her back over’, Levi immediately took her back away from him. 

‘Give him some time’, you brushed through Connie’s hair, ‘He’s a bit overprotective’.

‘My turn!’ ‘O-oh, I want to go next!’, ‘And then me!’. 

‘What?’, Levi widened his eyes as he turned around, only to find his cadets neatly lined up, patiently waiting their turn. 

‘Give them a chance’, you softly placed a kiss on his cheek, ‘They’re going to be her family after all’. 

‘Right’, Levi smiled, ‘Our family’. 

[wishmaker1028]

Farewell to You, ch 10

A few weeks later, the party went off without a problem. Everyone gave Ash their congratulations. Even all of the population of Pallet Town, for representing them for so long. Ash thanked them all, clearing his throat. It was time for the toast. Everyone raised their glass, looking at their new world champion.

He smiled at the group as he addressed, "Thank you all for always believing in me. Even though I had made so many questionable moves."

Iris teased, "No kidding! You are such a kid!"

Everyone laughed. Cilan smiled at his girlfriend.

He pointed out, teasingly, "You're still younger than me!" Iris wanted to retort back but decided not to. She wanted to let Ash continue his speech. So that's what he did. He continued, "First, of course, I wanted to thank all of my Pokemon for always being there for me. The ones that are here. And the ones that aren't..." Ash got sad for a moment and cleared his throat. He added, "Anyways, I wanted to thank my Mom, all of my friends, and my rivals. For pushing me in the right direction."

Delia smiled at her son proudly. He had come a long way since he first got a Pikachu that wouldn't listen to a word he said. Now the two were very close friends. She thought, 'Oh David, if you could see your son now. You wouldn't see a very stubborn boy. He's become much more than that. He's become a man. And hopefully, Misty can join our family soon.'

As soon as Ash saw his mom start to cry, he thought of his dad. He had a feeling, and Delia did too, that David would've been very proud of his boy. He thought, sniffling, 'I knew that I'd make it someday. And who would've predicted my start, though...'

Gary saw that Ash was also on the verge of tears and decided to change the subject. He winked at Ash, "Someone has to Ashy-boy."

With that, Ash snapped out of his sadness. That's when everyone laughed again.

Ash took Misty's hand, "And most importantly, I want to thank you. For pulling out of the river out of those years ago and beyond."

Misty had tears in her eyes as she laced their fingers together, "Oh Ash..."

Ash gave her a kiss, one which Misty happily returned. Misty held him close. Ash did the same thing.

"Pi pika chu!" Pikachu said, giving off its victory pose.

"Piplup!" Piplup said.

Dawn stated, "All's well that ends well."

Ash and Misty broke out their kiss, still holding hands. Togetic was happy for her Mama. Pikachu was happy for them too.

Lily teased, "So when's, like, the wedding?"

To that, Ash and Misty both blushed. "We're not getting married yet!"

Violet rolled her eyes jokingly, "Oh great, now they're gonna deny when they are tying the knot now."

Max laughed, "Just when we thought it was going to get easier."

Molly blinked, "It never gets easier. Does it?"

Max just shrugged.

May asked, "So what's the plan for the future?"

Drew flicked his hair out of his face, "It doesn't matter, as long as we all together."

...

Years later, Ash and Misty were finally married. They had a beautiful 3 year old named Trina. She had short raven hair and chocolate brown eyes. Misty was pregnant with their second child, a son. Paul and Ranee had a handsome 3 year old named Justin. He had short brown hair and green eyes.

Pikachu had settled down with Buneary. Dawn was married to Kenny but they decided against children. Drew and May had two children: Matthew and Katie. Matthew looked like his mother with brown hair and green eyes. Katie looked like her father with green hair and blue eyes. Matthew was 4 years old and Katie was 2 years old. Todd and Zoey were also married but they didn't have any children yet.

Brock and Lucy were married too. They had only one child: Fester. He had light brown skin and Brock's eyes. He is 4 years old. Solidad and Harley were engaged. James and Jessie were married. They were expecting a daughter. Tracey and Daisy were married but they didn't have any children. Max and Molly were traveling around together, dating. Bonnie hadn't found anyone yet, nor did Mahri. Rudy and Melody were married too.

Goh and Chloe were engaged. Barry and Bianca were married and were expecting a son. Clemont and Serena were also engaged. Kiawe and Olivia were married. Looker and Anabel were married but they had no children. Ritchie and Duplica were married and had one daughter: Amy. Amy has brown hair and hazel eyes. She is 3 years old.

Lance and Prima were married. Gary and Erika were married and they were expecting a daughter. Professor Oak had passed away a bit after Gary and Erika were married. Steven and Cynthia were engaged. Steven had lost his father way before the events years ago. Yoni was still in jail and Lawrence was on a very tight parole. Reggie and Maylene were married.

Brandon and Luka were engaged. Violet and Lily were still single too but they were okay with that. Delia had come over earlier that day to spend time with her grandchild. Delia had gray hair now but other than that she had not changed all that much. She was chatting with Misty as Trina was having a nap. Ash didn't know what was going to happen next but at least he had his family.

...

Wishmaker1028: There we have it! The end of Farewell to You! I really enjoyed working on this fanfiction. I originally wanted to have a moment where Team Rocket decided to let go of Lugia (2,000) like they did in the movie. Ash  and Pikachu are complete tears as they watch them drop down to the ocean yet again. But it didn't make much sense for this to happen again since they didn't have to do that (in this story) so I scratched it. I wanted to share that. I am going to miss these characters and I hope you all have enjoyed this fanfiction. Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

[jelloduckie]

I aggressively read and looked over The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde just so I could draw them so hello!!! Here's my take + notes Jekyll ~

Here's all my notes from the book (thank you Mr. Utterson): - a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty - something of a stylish cast - every mark of capacity and kindness - large handsome face His hands brought to you by the man himself: - professional in shape and size - large, firm, white and comely Misc notes: - elderly and discontented doctor - imperfect and divided countenance And that's all we got... we have Hyde's differences that kind of display what he at least isn't. But anyways my dears! With this info I decided his clothes would be well fitted and move with him. Dignified air to him with a soft smile. He's larger in size but fit/tall, lovely big hands too :3c I took the liberty to make his eyes green since the potion he took to turn back into Jekyll was a "watery green." I also thought a dimple would suit him (completely indulgent). He is aged but I assume not many wrinkles, kind of baby faced for his age, whitening hair and wrinkles by the eyes will do (I don't want him to look young). I actually couldn't help myself but have a similar hairstyle to Fredric March (no description of hair in book). Brownish hair since it seems popular with his character but a lighter shade from the "younger" Hyde. Speaking of! Hyde ~

I actually drew him before Jekyll. He is quite easier to envision with so much description in the book. I perceive I'll draw him more accurately to my notes the more I draw the fellows (I couldn't bear to fix this already good sketch).

Physical appearance: - smaller, slighter, younger - lost in stature / shrunken limbs - pale and dwarfish - evil written broadly and plainly on the face - livelier image, more express and single - imprint of deformity and decay - deformity without any nameable malformation - displeasing smile - ugly idol His clothes: - rich and sober fabric - enormysly too large for him in every measurement - trousers hanging off his legs, rolled up to keep them from the ground - waist of the coat below his haunches - collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders - clothes hung formlessly - very plainly dressed His hands: - lean, corded, knuckly - of a dusky pallor - thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair - corded and hairy (again, seems like a hyde trademark) Misc notes: - husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice - comparative youth, the light step - murderous mixture of timidity and boldness - troglodytic

So, Mr. Hyde is definitely not deformed physically, it's more of a personality deformation that people can just "sense." His smile is striking, so the best way to portray his evil would be with how his face contorts when making expressions. His timidness is important, he'd most likely be hunched over, reclusive yet have an air of boldness, which is equally as important. His hair unkempt and wild in comparison to Jekyll for his "livelier" image and darker in color for a youngness. I didn't portray his clothes correctly in my sketch but it's alike. To add a pinch of difference in character I made his pant stripes green, to contrast Jekyll's red. To hammer this in I made Hyde's eyes red instead of green to tie them together completely. His boots have a red shine, Jekyll's would have a green if I had drawn them. Why red? "The mixture, which at first of a reddish hue-", "compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green." To me this clearly demonstrates the change from Hyde to Jekyll (which the potion was for).

I was originally going to draw them side by side for a better comparison, but Hyde is supposed to be considerably short while still being very thin (not lanky). I also would say his boots would be too big for Hyde (which I didn't draw here).

Thank you for reading my observations *bows gayly*

[totally-not-your-babe]

Too Much Love Will Kill You Vol.1 Chapter 1

Summary: Hel is more than willing to show some of the bar’s costumers why is it a bad idea to go up against her and old “friends” paying her a visit. 

warnings: violence, use of firearm, knives, mention of blood, injury and death, curssing aaand I think that’s it (let me know if you find anything else worthy of warnings)

word count: 1235

Author’s note: I suck at writing fight scenes soooo apologies in advance. Also it really sucks when you start to write something in first person and that it turns out it would be better in third...

MASTERLIST

Before the clones could even get away from their table I got two of the guys on the ground and draw out my blade looking at the still standing ones. 

“Come on boys!” I said with a mocking smile. “Who’s next?”

The trandosan leaped at me without any kind of hesitation, trying to tackle me to the ground. Taking advantage of the fact that the move threw him off balance, I kicked one of his legs out from under him in a simple motion, and when he started to fall, I kneed him on his chin, causing his head to snap back. The fourth man held me down from behind, while one of his friends stood up from the ground and headed towards me. Taking advantage of his strong hold on me, I lifted my feet off the ground and kicked the other in the chest with full force making him stagger backwards knocking the trandoshan off his feet again. 

The three on the ground didn't look like they were going to get up soon, so I focused on the last one. I turned the blade over in my hand and with a well-aimed motion, I slashed into the thigh of the one behind me. He cried out and loosened his grip, and I snapped my head back hitting him square on the chin, causing me to lose my balance for a moment. Blinking rapidly, I turned and punched my opponent in the throat, who made a choking sound, then punched him in the chest and stomach, and when I hit him on the back of the head he finally went down.

All of them was out cold except the trandoshan, but he couldn’t stand up either, I slowly walked up to him still holding my bloody blade. 

“They were right about you, Protégé” he hissed with a painful voice. 

“If you’ve heard about me, you should have known better” I kneeled in front of him holding the vibro blade right under his nose. 

“Will you kill me?” 

“No one paid for your death” I said and after some tense moment I put away my blade and he breathed a sigh of relief. “But now you will pay my bill” I stated while standing up. 

“That was quite impressive” I heard from behind my back. Tech. 

“Well thank you Handsome” I turned with a smile. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t be sorry Little Lady!” Wrecker exclaimed. “That was amazing!” he was almost shouting which made me chuckle. 

“Thank you, Big Guy. I’d really love to stay boys, but duty calls” I looked at them my eyes lingered at Hunter and Crosshair, both were very quiet. 

“Bounty hunter?” asked finally Hunter with an unreadable expression. 

“A bounty hunter who is really running late” I turned for the door.” I’ll see you around boys” and not waiting for their answers I was out the door. 

I turned into one of the alleys which led to my ship. I wish I could have just one simple night, only one simple job. But no, this night for sure not anyway. I was almost out of the alley when I got the feeling that I was not alone. I slowly reached for my blaster when someone gripped my wrist. 

“Should have stayed where others could see you Protégé” he whispered in my ear. Force I hated that nickname, but it stuck. 

“Noelhas” I said with a sickeningly sweet smile. “Long time no see. How have you been lately?”

“You stole my bounty on Akiva, remember?”

“Hm, was it really stealing it if you made it so easy for me to take it?” I asked and without waiting for his answer I turned, ripped my wrist out of his grip and punched him in the face. He drew his blade and without hesitation he swung it at me, making me jump backwards. “Oh, you really that angry because of it?”

“Me” he snapped and then his mocking smile turned into a disgusting grin. “and the whole crew.”

Kriff. 

Then they came out of the shadows, six men in whole gear. That night just got better and better. I took a deep breath and drew my blade. 

“Who wants to be the first?” I asked and the fun started. 

I was out of breath, my legs were shaking, and there was still three of them standing besides of Noelhas. I was so focused on where to shoot, hit or cut first I realised too late one of them was right behind me. I was about to turn around when I heard blaster fire and the man behind me fall onto his knees. When I turned, I saw Hunter and his brothers standing at the end of the alley, Crosshair point his rifle right where the man - now lying dead on the ground - stood behind me seconds ago. 

“Away from the Little Lady!” Wrecker grumbled and at that moment the gentle giant really looked scary. 

“I would do as he says” added Hunter, his voice sounded dangerous, it sent a shiver down my spine, it sent a shiver down my spine for an entirely different reason than in the bar.

Noelhas looked at his two still standing and breathing men then back at the clones. He knew there was no way he could win that fight. He gathered the last of his men and with his tail between his legg he fled in the direction where his ship probably was, but not before promising that wasn't the last time we saw each other.

“Thanks for the rescue boys. Force knows I needed it this time” I said while trying to straighten up, still a bit out of breath.

“Are you alright?” Hunter stepped up to me and gently grabbed my arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine” I smiled up at him. “Wasn’t my first rodeo.”

“You are bleeding” it was Tech who stepped closer looking me over carefully.

“What?” I looked down and that’s when I realised, I was indeed bleeding from my side warm, crimson blood soaking my shirt. I didn’t even feel it while the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, but then. “Kriff” I rasped out losing my balance, feeling a bit lightheaded. “They tagged me pretty good.” Hunter held me even tighter, pulling me a little closer to him.

“We can treat your injuries on our ship” Tech offered, and I just shook my head. “You're losing blood fast, if we don't treat you soon, you'll lose consciousness and could die.”

“Tech!” snapped at him Hunter but it was like he didn't hear it.

“Okay” I breathed out, I knew he was right I could feel my pulse quicken and I could barely feel my legs. “your ship it is.”

I vaguely remember the way to the ship. I could hear someone talking to me constantly, I could feel arms around me, but other than that, I couldn't recall much more than that even if they held me at gun point. One thing I remember clearly is that for the first time in a while I felt safe.

That was my last thought before I lost consciousness.

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[obsessedwhim]

Nap

The church rang proudly with the songs of the times, nothing but proud followers bellowing out the songs of all things holy.

"When Christ shall come, with a shout of acclamation,

And take me home, shall joy fill my heart.

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,

And then, I proclaim, 'My Lord How Great Thou Art!'"

A teen stood straight in his Sunday best which consisted of a navy blue suit and a black tie that accented his dark blue hair which was unwillingly slipped back. His dashing good looks drew a good amount of attention but so did Amant's angelic voice which overtook the others like a wave washing over tiny grains of sand.

The talented young man was quick to draw a crowd when the ceremony had finished, they complimented his skills in singing and tenderly petted his chest with a flutter of their eyelashes but the teen merely chuckled and thanked the love-sick females "Thank you ladies very much but.. I have some matters I need to attend to" he gave them a sweet close-eyed smile before bowing out of the group and began making his way out of the bustling church, knowing that he will speak to his mother later as she was probably busy chatting to her friend group. 

"Why must mother insist that I accompany her to service every Sunday" Amant sighed as he entered his home with blazer in hand, his tie loosened along a few buttons undone. Threading his fingers through his midnight hair the teen's dark locks split down the middle "She knows I'm not a believer. She just uses the same old excuse that I don't spend enough time with her yet I'm always visiting" he rambled on to none after hanging up his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves, under the impression that the home was empty

After some loud muffled voices were heard Amant groaned inwardly with a slouch in his spine "Hey Ichigo mind keeping it down? I've heard enough preaching to last me a lifetime" he chuckled at the joke but paused mid-step when two other beings were spotting sitting at his kitchen table. 

"Why didn't you say we'd have company? I would've done the dishes before I left" Amant slapped the ginger on his shoulder lightly before turning to the two sitting females with a polite smile "Orihime, Rukia. It's nice to see you two again" 

Although they had all gone to the same high school Amant had never truly felt like part of the group, he knew that it was none's fault and people don't always click, but he did enjoy their company and found them fun to be around, he just preferred to hang out in the library or other quiet places. The females blushed at his handsome demeanor with little waves and well-mannered hello's with Ichigo rolling his eyes as he stood close to the pale teen's side "If you guys are hanging out then would you like to stay for dinner? I'll cook something before leaving for my studies" he offered but the being next to him was quick to disagree with a loud yell "Uwaah! NO!.... Uh no. I-It's fine. They were just leaving anyways!!" the male narrowed his stare at the girls and they blinked oddly, even though Orihime was excited to finally spend some time with Ichigo after the war had ended along with their years in high school there was no denying the act that there were not wanted for dinner, she was sure Ichigo had a good reason. His reaction was enough for Orihime to back out but it took a scowl and a curse to eventually chase Rukia away. 

Slamming the door shut behind him Ichigo sighed with a hand running through his spikes "Man. I thought they'd never leave"

"That was quite rude of you, wouldn't you think?" Amant chuckled as he waltzed close and leaned in for a short kiss "What were you guys talking about? It sounded like an argument" 

Ichigo frowned at the memory from moments ago and walked back to the kitchen with the second male close behind "How should I know? Rukia just burst in here without calling or knocking" he huffed, obviously frustrated by the events. He knew why they had stopped by but Amant wasn't a part of that world, the only thing he knew of was that his partner could speak with the dead and sometimes vanishes to help them. 

The Kurosaki had called Urahara a few days ago to mention how he was taking a few days off from hollow hunting duty, turns out Rukia didn't agree with his wishes and Orihime was worried that something had happened but they only probably gained more questions from their short visits. 

"Ichigo, you're dwelling and we both know I don't care for flashbacks" The smaller being's hand landed on Ichigo's shoulder with curved brows "Are you sure everything's okay?"

Ichigo glanced to the side with a sigh and cursed how hard it was to spend time with the people he loved before nuzzling his forehead against Amant's as he placed his palms on the male's hips comfortably "I just asked for a few days off work, that's all" 

"Why would you do that? I thought you guys were busy" The male frowned but Ichigo huffed sourly "They can survive a few days without me"

"I dunno, you seem pretty important to them" Amant was held closer to the larger body "But... you're more important to me" The ginger's face flourished into a bright red earning a chuckle and a palm on his cheek, he never wanted to admit it but Ichigo's work worried the dark haired being. He would leave at all hours of the day and night and would come back exhausted with the odd bruise, Amant knew the work was dangerous in a way and whenever Ichigo would slip away he'd be wrecked with worry- leading him to visit his mother. 

Amant warm smile comforted Ichigo's tired stare and a hand gripped his palm "C'mon, with all this free time we should go take a nap" 

Ichigo followed without any complaints, who knew a nap could be so exciting?

[practically-an-x-man]

Emoji ask game :)

❤️ 💥 🎁 💕 🥳 🦋 🎬 🤔 🎨

thank you so much!! You're the best!

answers are under the cut:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

ooh man, that's a tough one, especially since I'm coming up on a million words posted on AO3. I can remember there being some lines that I was especially proud of in every one of my fics, but most of those rely on the context of the story in order to get the full symbolism. I was particularly fond of this one from one of my Sandman fics, though:

That drew a laugh from him, and a flash of that same familiar smile. Despite yourself, your heart gave an involuntary stutter. Perhaps you were closer to human than you thought. Some of their millstones, food and sleep, you had no pull towards. But you were just as affected by the sight of a handsome man, it appeared. And a handsome nightmare would do just as well.

Also, some of my favorite things to write are Katherine's magic in WWFA? and Jasper's empathic abilities in Heartstrings, but I don't have one clear line for either of those. They're just fun :)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Hmm... Angel's and Havok's deaths in X-Men Apocalypse. I fix those in pretty much every X-Men fic I have, but I just wish they hadn't happened in the movie at all. For one, the characters don't even die in the comics, either of them, and the way they die in the movie just makes no sense. You kill the winged guy in a plane crash? You kill the guy who absorbs thermal energy in an explosion? Excuse me?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Sure, how about a little piece from the next chapter of Who Waits Forever, Anyway?

Katherine dove out of the way as the door crashed inwards. She sprawled on the floor, a starburst of pain lancing up her arm as she took the fall hard on her wrist. Not broken- just a little jarred. She threw her arms over her head, feeling splinters of wood batter her clothing and ping off the granite floor beneath her. There was a brief glimpse of weathered bone out of the corner of her eye, and the triceratops bellowed.

She scrambled up to her feet and darted behind the nearest pillar, realizing just a moment too late that she’d dropped her sketchbook. Katherine clenched her fingers, fighting back a surge of fear. That magic was the only thing that kept her on par with the others, she thought. With her sketchbook, she could conjure a shield, a weapon, a distraction. Without it… 

Her eyes fell to the beast’s sharp horns, great prongs of petrified keratin, sharp as spears and hard as diamonds. She could feel her own mortality loom in close, breathing an icy breath down her neck. 

It was looking straight at her. 

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Aw man, another tough one! Again, there's so many pieces that I love from each of them, particularly as I've grown as a writer. I'm partial to Smoke and Mirrors, though, or maybe Secret Worlds (the dual-endings thing was pretty fun)

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

COVID boredom, I think, and the need to get some of the rampant Ideas out of my head. I still have too many Ideas bouncing around in there, but at least now I can get them out on the page the way I like.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Jasper or Ophelia, there's something really unique about the way each of them view the world, and it lets me have a bit of fun with the writing style.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

I'm actually gonna go with Who Waits Forever Anyway?, since I feel like I brought a lot more depth to the magic and mythology than we got in the original NATM movies. I feel like that would translate well to the screen. I don't really have an answer for the fancast portion of that, since I don't really write my characters with a faceclaim in mind.

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I'd definitely be a little daunted by it, worried that I might screw up since writing canon would have actual stakes to it, but I think it would be cool. I definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity if it was extended to me.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

There's a scene in WWFA? where Katherine brings a drawing to life in the Hall of Birds, and there's this whole vortex of multicolored birds and golden magic that I think could translate to an absolutely stunning piece of art. If you want angst, I think the Corruption ending of Secret Worlds would make a good comic or animatic, or something relating to Robin's injury/recovery in Symphony in Silver

[dreamwritesimagines]

Caught in the Fire 33 - The Last Straw [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Danger hits out of nowhere.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, family issues, mentions of murder. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

It was almost a normal day.

Almost being the key word.

“Look at what I drew!” Emma rushed to you as you put the cherry pie in the oven and you took the paper from her hands.

“Whoa, is it me or are you getting better at this?” you asked and she giggled, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“I am getting better!”

You grinned and pressed a kiss on top of her head, then went to the counter again to work on the batch of cupcakes while Emma walked out of the kitchen, no doubt going to Josh to show him the drawing. You started putting the strawberries on top of the icing but you were distracted when someone opened the kitchen door again.

“Summer?”

“Hi, I’m freaking the fuck out,” Summer announced, waving her hands around wildly. “I’m gonna need you to smack me. Hard. Seriously, I know Barnes has taught you how to hit someone, I need you to hit me.”

“I’m not going to hit you,” you said. “What’s going on?”

“I need something to snap me out of it.”

“Out of what?”

“The consequences of my actions.”

You pulled your brows together. “Summer, are you going to tell me what’s going on or will I have to—”

“I may have fucked Rogers.”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “What?” you exclaimed. “You—what? What does may have mean?”

“No, not may have,” Summer corrected herself. “I was trying to soften the blow, pun not intended. It happened. We were both active, consenting and quite frankly enthusiastic participants of the…the action.”

You gawked at her. “What?”

“I don’t know!” Summer threw her hands up in the air and a laughter escaped from you.

“Tell me from the beginning.”

“First of all, I assure you that all three times—”

“Three times?!”

“All three times were like in a row and kind of an accident, if you will.”

“I don’t think you can accidentally fuck someone three times,” you pointed out. “I don’t even think you can do it once.”

“So you know how he has been around lately and dropping me home whenever I have double shifts?”

“I did not know that because you didn’t tell me.”

“I mean he was just doing that because he’s around, you know?” she asked and you tilted your head.

“Uh huh.”

“So anyways, he was—well, his driver was taking us to my place and you have to keep in mind that I haven’t gotten laid in months, and this motherfucker was there with his stupid beard and stupid handsome face and stupid muscles and I don’t know what came over me, I kind of…”

Your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “In his car?!”

“It’s a spacious car!” she defended herself. “And the second time, I figured well, we did it anyways so we might as well do it in a bed so I invited him upstairs.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And the third time happened this morning.”

“This morning?”

“I snuck out while he was in the shower.”

You tilted your head. “Summer, that’s your apartment.”

“Okay, first of all, you’re the last person to say that to me because you did the same to Barnes,” she said. “Second of all, what’s one of the wealthiest men in the city gonna do, Y/N? You think he’s gonna steal my laptop that keeps shutting down because it keeps overheating?”

You thought for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders. “You make a good point.”

“Thank you.”

“Three times though?”

“The guy knows what he’s doing,” she grumbled, making you grin.

“Well, take it from the person who has also snuck out of her apartment after having sex with a mob boss,” you said, her whine making you grin wider. “They kind of don’t let you ghost them.”

“God, when you put it that way…”

“Yeah. Yeah you slept with a mob boss, and this is all happening because of karma,” you motioned at her. “My karma over yours.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Aw, would you like a cupcake?” you asked. “Or Plan B? I can provide both.”

She shot you a look, “Cupcake.”

You grabbed one of the cupcakes and handed it to her, and she took a bite, closing her eyes.

“So what do I do now?”

“You’re going to talk to him,” you said, making her pout and stomp on her foot like a teenager, “And you’ll solve this. Or keep sleeping with him, totally up to you. Either way, you can’t avoid him forever.”

She scoffed and popped the cupcake in her mouth before walking to the door. “I liked it better when I was the mom.”

“Oh please, you were never the mom,” you called out as she left the kitchen and you shook your head, then turned back to your cupcakes.

By the lunchtime you were exhausted for some reason. Lack of sleep was slowly getting to you even though you had managed to distract yourself with work so far, but something told you it wouldn’t last.

“Y/N?” You heard Josh’s voice calling out for you along with Emma’s excited giggling, which was never a good combination so you quickly put the pastry tray down and rushed out of the kitchen.

And as soon as you did, you stopped dead in your tracks.

“Delivery for you,” Josh said, pointing at the huge bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter. You pulled your brows together but as soon as you walked to the bouquet and saw what kind of flowers they were, your stomach did a happy flip.

Peach blossoms.

“Jesus…”

“They’re so pretty!” Emma said excitedly and you looked into the bouquet to search for a card even if you were very much aware of who had sent you these, but a card wasn’t the only thing in the bouquet. There was also a rectangular box inside the peach blossoms and you reached to get it out, your eyes widening when you saw the brand name.

Not that you knew about a lot of jewelry, but you knew that if it came in this box, it was going to be way too expensive for you to accept it.

Because of course Bucky didn’t know anything about small gestures.

You slowly opened the box and held your breath, Emma standing on her tiptoes to see it while Josh looked over your shoulder, letting out a whistle. It was a diamond tennis bracelet and you were almost hypnotized by how beautiful it looked before you shook your head, then took out the card inside the box.

Consider this as the first step of my apology?

“Unfuc—“

Josh cleared his throat. “Emma is here.”

“Un-freaking-believable,” you corrected yourself, still staring at the bracelet.

“You know,” Josh said, “I’m pretty sure that if you sold it, you could buy a brand new car.”

You rolled your eyes and closed the box while Emma smiled at you.

“Who is it?”

“No one,” you said. “And I’m going to take it back.”

“What?” Emma exclaimed. “No! It’s a gift!”

“It’s an expensive gift,” you stated. “I’ll just… I’ll be right back, okay? Josh, you can handle it for half an hour right?”

“I can if you leave the bracelet with me,” he joked and you shot him a look before kissing Emma on the cheek, then grabbed your purse and walked to your car.

                                                *

His assistant looked very surprised to see you and she was even more surprised when you made a beeline to his door, making her jump on her feet.

“Miss, you can’t!”

“I fucking told you if you—” Bucky was snapping at someone on the phone but stopped as soon as he saw you.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said and hung up, then nodded at the assistant. “It’s okay, leave us please.”

The assistant closed the door behind her and Bucky stood up from his seat.

“Peaches, hi.”

It had never failed to surprise you to see and hear the difference between how he was at work and how he was with you. Even his voice was softer now compared to a couple of seconds ago how he was apparently chewing someone out.

“What a nice surprise. Want a drink?”

“No, I won’t stay long,” you said as he leaned back to the desk, and you dug into your purse to take out the small box, then put it on the glass coffee table. He tilted his head.

“You didn’t like it?”

You shot him a look. “Bucky.”

“What? I saw it and thought of you.”

“Thank you for the flowers but this? This I can’t accept.”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes. “You mean you need a reason other than the fact that it’s more expensive than my car?”

“That barely means anything considering the death trap you call a car—” his head shot up as if the thought just hit him. “Wait, Peaches do you want a car?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “No I don’t! Bucky, listen to me; don’t buy me a car. Or jewelry, or— just don’t buy me anything.”

“Go on a date with me.”

You gawked at him, then let out a laugh. “You’re not serious.”

“One date,” he said, and you tried to repress the smile threatening to pull at your lips.

“I know you grew up seeing this whole…” you motioned at the box. “This whole thing working with your mom and dad but we’re not your parents, okay? Throwing gifts at me is not going to work.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the big scary mob boss was pouting and to make things worse, it made your heart skip a beat. You frowned at yourself, shaking your head before heaving a sigh.

“Listen,” you said. “Bucky, that was the worst heartbreak of my life. Do you understand that? I need you to understand that.”

He nodded quietly, biting inside his cheek.

“Okay,” you said. “Good. Understanding it is a start.”

A silence fell upon you and he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him.

“I- I just realized I never really told you that,” he said as your throat tightened. “I thought I was protecting you and afterwards I was so consumed by my own heartbreak that I didn’t even…” he trailed off. “I should have. I really should have.”

You pressed your lips together and crossed your arms, keeping your eyes on him.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “And I love you, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to fix this. Whatever it takes for you to forgive me, whatever it takes for us to be together again, I’ll do it.”

You let out a breath but before you could even say anything, someone opened the door.

“Bucky, are we still on for—“ Steve stopped in his tracks and you turned your head then rolled your shoulders back, desperate to pull yourself together.

“Oh I didn’t know…” Steve said. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I was—I was leaving anyway.” You turned to Bucky. “I’ll see you around?”

He forced a smile.

“Peaches?” he called out before you got to the door and you turned your head.

“Hm?”

“Stay in tonight?”

You pulled your brows together, nervousness hitting you but you nodded.

“Congratulations by the way, three times.” you taunted Steve and he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling.

“Um- do you know where she is?”

“Nope, haven’t seen her,” you said and walked out of the office to make your way to the elevator, your heart still pacing in your chest.

                                           *

Emma was staying at your place tonight, and per her request, you two were making cupcakes so that she could take them to her next play date with AJ.

“Y/N?”

“Yes honey?”

“Does this look good?” she held up a cupcake with too much frosting on it and you tilted your head.

“It looks amazing,” you said. “What are you going to put on it?”

“Sugar cherries!”

“Good choice Em!” you said as you handed her the jar so that she could take one out, then put it on top of her cupcake before placing it on the plate carefully.

“I asked Josh but he didn’t tell me,” she murmured. “Who sent you those flowers and bracelet today? Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? I tell you everything!”

You smiled softly.

“I don’t have a boyfriend honey.”

“Then do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Who sent you the flowers then?”

You took a deep breath, already knowing you would regret this.

“Bucky.”

That got you the reaction that you knew you were going to get. Emma gasped and looked up at you, then did a happy jump.

“I knew it!” she said. “You’re going to get back together!”

“No, no we’re not—”

“And you’re going to get married and Bucky will buy me more toys and dollhouses—”

“Emma.”

“He gave you flowers and oooh, that’s why you left, right? To give him kisses?”

“I didn’t— no one gave each other kisses,” you answered quickly and Emma huffed out.

“But did you like the flowers?”

You tried to hide your smile by pursing your lips.

“Mm hm.”

“Did you like the bracelet?”

“I did,” you admitted. “But it was too expensive so I couldn’t accept it.”

“But it was a gift.”

“Still too expensive Em.”

Emma hummed and batted her eyelashes at you after putting another cupcake down.

“If he sent you flowers, it means he loves you,” she stated. “Do you love him back?”

You gawked at her and took a deep breath, but before you could even say anything your phone started vibrating on the counter.

“Oh thank God…” you murmured and wiped your hands on a towel, then grabbed the phone to look at the screen. It was an unknown number, so you frowned and touched the screen, then took it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice reached you and you frowned.

“Steve?” you said. “I didn’t know you had my number, what’s going on?”

“Are you at home? I’m sending you a car.”

Your stomach dropped, fear twisting your insides as you gripped the phone tighter.

“What happened?” you managed to ask. “Steve, is Bucky okay?”

“There’s been an ambush,” he said as your ears started ringing, your breath getting caught in your throat. “We’re at the hospital and—” his voice cracked and you let out a shaky breath.

“Is he…” you rasped out, your voice didn’t even sound like it belong to you now. Steve paused, then cleared his throat as if trying to pull himself together.

“You need to come here,” he said as the room started spinning around you. “They don’t know if he’s going to make it.”  

Chapter 34

[butwhyduh]

Yo B!

I was just doing my stuff and then a random thought appear:

Just Jason dating Damian's teacher without knowing that she's Damian's teacher. Like the realisation hits when he brings her to the Wayne Manor. It hits everyone: Damian, Jason, the teacher. Only Bruce and Tim are lik lmao I figured it out at the beginning of the relationship (though shut up you two cuz I still remember the Hanukkah headcanon of both of them celebrating because they thought it's important to one another. Happy Hanukkah btw to y'all celebrating!)

Not to mention if she teaches something that Damian doesn't really like or if he has a puppy crush on her (because those things happen).

And the moment of realisation that your older brother is boinking your teacher and maybe that's why she was so happy the other day.

So much drama, so much awkwardness! That I love it!

What's your opinion B?

Btw. I love your characterisation of Batfamily you can portray every character very true to the original.

Aww thanks ☺️ and this idea is hilarious 🤣

Warning: some bad words and a food fight. Also it’s Alfred’s birthday.

Jason met you at a Whole Foods of all places. You don’t normally go there but a sale drew you in. And you were so drawn in that you didn’t notice until you actually hit a guy with your basket.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” You gasped feeling yourself flush. He kinda laughed. A tall, very fit, handsome man smiling and laughing. That was new.

“No no. The sale on tomatoes is a big deal. I’ll move so you don’t have to run me down,” he joked.

“I-“ you stammered. “I’d rather not run you over.” You laughed and he nodded.

“Oh hey, your book fell out,” Jason said picking a book up off the floor. “Hamlet, hu?”

“Oh yeah. I’m a teacher,” you explained taking the book from him. Oh boy, he had the prettiest blue eyes too. “Thanks.”

“No problem. If I’m nice to you, you might not run me over again,” he flirted. You laughed.

Across the produce section, Tim Drake came to a stop and backed up slightly to watch Jason flirt with a woman. Bruce came up behind him and Tim stopped him.

“Look,” Tim motioned quietly. Jason hadn’t noticed either of them.

“Oh, oh. Well, that’s nice,” Bruce said awkwardly looking away. Tim snorted.

“Take a closer look.”

“That’s Damian’s English teacher,” Bruce confirmed what Tim already knew. They watched as you put your number in Jason’s phone.

“Should we tell him,” Tim said like a kid with the hottest gossip. “Damian will flip out too.”

“We’re not telling anyone. We don’t even know if they’ll even go on a date and it’s none of Damian’s business. I forbid you from telling anyone. Dick, Barbara, Cass, Stephanie. No one. Jason… deserve a little happiness. Don’t mess it up,” Bruce said strictly.

“Geez, I get it,” Tim said with his arms raised. “I won’t say anything. But imagine them dating. It’ll be hilarious!”

“Go back down that isle. We won’t come back until Jason is done talking to her. I don’t want him to know we know,” Bruce said all business like.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be like a ghost,” Tim replied. “I need siracha anyways.”

7 weeks later

It was Alfred’s birthday and that was traditionally when all the family got together. It also happened to fall during Hanukkah this year. So the family prepared a big dinner meal without Alfred allowed to join. He protested multiple times but Bruce refused. Instead they ordered food from Alfred’s favorite restaurant and a dessert from his favorite bakery. Aunt Kate, the only one who actually knew what to do around Hanukkah, was invited as well. Tim and Bruce had yet to admit that neither were actually practicing.

“I want to meet your mysterious friend,” Alfred told Jason one day a week earlier over tea. “I believe I heard you are dating.”

“Geez, nothing gets past you, hu?” Jason said ruefully. Alfred smiled in his tea. “I’ll invited her. But if the family scares her off…”

“I’ll personally burn their meals for a month,” Alfred replied promptly.

“Remind me not to make you mad,” Jason muttered.

“Indeed,” Alfred said with a grin before taking a sip of his tea.

The night of Alfred’s birthday party was turning disastrous by the minute. They sent the wrong cake and added bacon to four dishes and while that was generally a good addition, maybe not on Hanukkah. Bruce at least knew that. Kate wasn’t coming and Bruce was technically raised by an Anglican Christian British man and knew very little about Hanukkah. But he was going to try for Tim to have a good holiday.

Jason hadn’t told Bruce that he was bringing a date but Bruce knew Barbara was coming with Dick and Tim had Bernard and Damian was bringing Jon and they were definitely dating or something. Steph was coming with Cass but she’s been at every family dinner even before they started dating. But she was also Tim’s ex which was weird. Bruce needed an Advil. Or a beer. Luckily Alfred was at the spa that Bruce insist he visit for the day or he would have certainly taken over and it was his birthday.

But finally they had a bacon free kosher meal with the correct dessert delivered. And Bruce managed to do it without going absolutely insane.

The menorah was brought out and Bruce quickly googled Hanukkah traditions that he hadn’t participated in since he was 8. His mother’s side always had Hanukkah dinners and his father’s side had Christmas morning and dinner. But all of that came to a winding halt when his parents died. He had brought Christmas back when he adopted Roman Catholic Dick and until Tim, none of them had any other holiday. When Bruce learned Tim didn’t celebrate because he was always alone for the holidays, Bruce took the time to add some Jewish holidays to his calendar. But he couldn’t remember pretty much any of the traditions that went with them. Bruce wasn’t going to recite any prayers since he felt it unfair to do as someone non-practicing. Tim or Kate could if they wanted.

Tim didn’t know how to tell Bruce he was non-practicing either. Bruce almost broke down when Tim tried to explain he didn’t celebrate any holidays because his parents were never home when they were alive and Tim couldn’t bring himself to say that didn’t exactly feel the need to start as someone who’s firmly atheist. So when Bruce asked if he wanted to recite the prayer, Tim had almost peed his pants before suggesting a moment of silence so people of all religions can have a moment. Both of them were secretly relieved.

But that put Bruce into a tailspin as he wondered what other religions he needed to accommodate for his kids. He should ask them what they needed. What if he already missed a holiday or religious need??

“Master Bruce, I’m home. I shall avert my eyes if needed,” Alfred called in the hallway. Bruce hopped up to meet him. Alfred looked more refreshed then he had in months and was carrying a few shopping bags.

“You can come out. Nothing to hide,” Bruce said and Alfred nodded with a curt smile.

“I’m simply overjoyed that the kitchen is in one piece,” Alfred commented carrying his bags upstairs.

“We knew better than to cook,” Bruce replied.

“Then my stomach is also overjoyed for food safety,” Alfred said before disappearing from sight.

Dick and Barbara showed up with chocolate coins. Bruce had forgotten those and was filled with cold dread.

“We got them. Don’t worry. I once again save the day,” Dick said with a grin.

“I actually thought of them,” Barbara replied with an eye roll.

“And I thought to invite you.”

“Jon!” Damian called out before running down the stairs to open the main door. Jon stood with a casserole dish in hand and a present bag on his wrist.

“Hey Dami! Hello Mr Wayne, Dick, Barbara,” Jon said politely. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him in. Damian quickly pulled the stuff from Jon’s hands and placed them on the nearest surface despite Jon’s protest.

“I have the newest Cheese Viking game,” Damian said as they ran upstairs. Steph and Cass walked downstairs just as the boys left and they both started talking to Dick and Barbara.

Tim showed up next looking nervous as can be with Bernard in tow. He politely introduced him to everyone slightly more formally that necessary. Bruce shook Bernards hand and welcomed him to his home and Bruce noted that Tim relaxed minutely.

“Jason is late as usual,” Bruce commented a good 30 minutes later. “Has anyone been able to get ahold of him?”

“I texted but no response,” Dick replied. Bruce sighed.

“Let’s get started and he can join us when he gets here,” Bruce suggested.

They all sat around the table with Bruce at one end and Alfred, guest of honor, at the other, at Bruce’s insistence of course. Right before everyone dug into the first course of the meal, the sound of shoes in the hallway came to their attention. Jason’s date was there.

“Hey sorry we’re late. The highway was shit,” Jason said ushering in his lady guest. You moved to the chair he offered and let Jason push in the seat.

“Your scarf,” Alfred started to stand but Jason waved him off and helped you of your scarf and coat and hung them up himself before sitting down. It was only then that you were able to look at the guests at the table.

Mr Wayne smiled politely as well as Dick. The younger brother Tim had a wide grin and just as Jason sat down, you saw Damian. You blinked quickly.

He called you by your last name the way one would a teacher and everyone turned to him. Tim was practically splitting his face in two with his grin. Jason looked between you and Damian before the thought connected and his eyes widened.

“Are you dating my brother??” Damian asked.

“I-“ you stuttered before looking at Jason. “You didn’t tell me you had a little brother in school.”

“It wasn’t relevant,” he replied. “Is he- do you teach him?”

“Todd,” Damian said grasping a table knife tightly. “Did you go out of your way to date my English teacher??”

“No, you little psycho. I have a pretty hard fast rule about avoiding middle schools for dates,” Jason said puffing up a bit.

“Boys,” Bruce warned knowing they were going to start fighting any second and he actually liked the soup.

“Why are you grinning, Drake,” Damian growled. “Did you know? Did you set them up?”

“No one set us up, Damian,” you replied.

“I had nothing to do with this!” Tim protested.

“You are not that important,” Jason growled.

“Yeah, then why are you dating my teacher, you oaf,” Damian sneered.

“Boys,” Alfred warned but Jason and Damian were too far gone and when Damian slung mashed potatoes at Jason, it desolved into chaos. Some food slapped Dick directly in the face and as he was trying to calm the others down, it made him very mad.

Jason grabbed Damian by the collar and went to haul him over the table but in Damian’s flailling, he kicked an entire saucer of gravy in Bernard’s lap. Tim helped him up and grabbed the saucer to throw but it instead hit Bruce in the head. Bruce was currently separating Damian and Jason. Jon hopped up and helped you out of your seat only to be hit with a paper table decoration coated in whipped cream.

“STOP NOW,” bellowed Alfred and the boys stopped fighting. “Clean all of this up immediately! I am going to bed and I want this room to gleam in the morning.”

Everyone had the decency to look guilty while cleaning. And everyone- even Bruce- cleaned until it was Alfred worthy. It took a full 10 minutes since they didn’t let any of the dates clean, including Jon who could have done it in a second. Bruce bought Bernard an entire new outfit to be delivered to his house.

Jason was awkwardly silent on the ride back to your place. You glanced over to look at him and he glanced at you quickly before looking away. You couldn’t handle it when he pulled in your driveway.

“Okay, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. I’m your kid brother’s English teacher. You already knew I was a teacher and I didn’t know you had a kid brother,” you said. Jason nodded.

“So you’ve got to decide if you want to see me anymore or not. Because I really like you and what I do for a living shouldn’t-“

He cut you off with a kiss. His rough fingers cupped your cheeks and his mouth pressed heavily against yours. Jason kissed you until his lungs burned and he pulled back panting.

“I definitely want to keep seeing you. I’m just- just embarrassed that my family acted that way. God. You sure you don’t want to run screaming into the night?” He asked.

“I’ll try to resist the urge,” you replied playfully nipping at his lips but not enough to count as a kiss. Jason tried to follow you each time until you finally gave him a good kiss. “I teach middle schoolers. Do you think I have a bone of fear in my body?”

“That’s my girl,” Jason added with a grin.

[dreamerstreamer]

Pocket Knife Prince

Pairing: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’ve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?

Warnings: minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3

You huffed as you pulled yourself up another rung on the ladder, your arms straining as you did your best to keep yourself balanced. You still couldn’t fathom why Tommy thought it was a good idea to dig straight down.

“I’ll hit a cave, eventually,” he had told you as he grabbed a pickaxe, already starting to mine away at the space beneath his feet.

“Maybe,” you had said. “But what if you hit a lava pool? Do you really want to burn alive?”

“Oh, I have a backup plan in case I fuck up.” He held up a bucket of water, grinning at you. “Bam. Fucking foolproof.”

Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself with a grimace as you continued to haul yourself upward. You might not have died while digging down, but I might die while climbing up. 

Pausing, you reached behind you to adjust the strap of your back with a cry of frustration. This is way too heavy—I should have gone back earlier.

You looked back up again, squinting for a second before your eyes lit up. At long last, light! You were at least somewhat close to the entrance, now. “Just a bit more climbing,” you muttered to yourself as you reached up once more, “and then you’ll be able to take this stupid bag off.”

A few moments later, you gasped as you finally dragged yourself out of the vertical tunnel, standing up on shaky legs. Without even an ounce of hesitation, you swung your pack off your back, dumping it onto the dusty earth ungracefully. Your muscles practically screamed with relief as you rolled back your shoulders, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Hey, boys!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the tall ravine. “Guess who’s back?!”

You heard some rumbling, then a tuft of blond hair peeked out from one of the overhanging pillars. “Big [Y/N]!” Tommy shouted, waving at you. “You took for-fuckin’-ever to get back.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not my fault we needed so much stuff.” You narrowed your gaze. “Also, your ladder idea sucks.” 

Tommy scowled. “My ladder idea is fucking genius, you bi—”

A new voice cut in. “Tommy, that’s enough.”

You smiled triumphantly as you watched Tommy immediately shrink back, his tone quieting as he grumbled defeatedly, “Yes, Wilbur.”

Giving him a quick ruffle of his hair, Wilbur strolled down the ravine’s cobblestone steps down to the bottom. He pulled his hands out of his coat pockets as he flashed you a grin. “Welcome back, [Y/N]. How was the trip?”

You offered him a weary but satisfied look. “Oh, you know. Dark. Dusty. The usual. But…” Bending down, you flipped open the top of your pack and pulled out a smaller sack, shaking it in front of his face. “…I got all that gold you wanted! There’s probably a little less than seven stacks in there, which will be plenty if we want to make some golden apples.”

Wilbur blinked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a smile began to tug at his lips. “Not that I doubt you or anything,” he said, “but where in the world did you manage to get nearly seven stacks of gold?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, dropping the bag into his hands with a hum. “In a cave.” When he stared at you in stunned silence, you quirked a brow at him. “What? It’s not like it was hard.”

He was grinning now, shaking his head. “You’re batshit crazy, [Y/N]. That’s incredible.”

You smiled sheepishly at his words. “For the record,” you pointed out, “I didn’t do it all in a single day or anything. I was gone for, like, half a week.”

“That’s still really good work, alright?” He reached over, playfully punching your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You winced, shooting him a dirty look. “Ow, that hur—”

“Oh, you’re back.”

Your head whipped around at the sound of low, rumbling voice. Your frown vanished at the sight of Technoblade standing a few feet away from you, a basket of potatoes held in his gloved hands. You felt your heart swell and a bright grin replace your scowl as you bounced over to him. “Hi, Techno!” you chirped.

He smiled back at you, his gaze kind. “Hello.”

From behind you, Wilbur let out a distressed noise. “Jeez, you seem so excited to talk to him but barely batted an eye at me. Did you miss him that much?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks. “More than I did you.”

Tommy cackled as he walked by, adjusting the straps of the pack in his hands. “Ouch. Maybe you should get some ice for that burn, Wilbur.”

Wilbur grimaced, opening his mouth to retort when his gaze suddenly lit up. “Actually,” he said, turning, “speaking of ice, who wants to go with me to the Nether to destroy some of the SMP’s and Manberg’s ice roads?” A devilish grin split across his face. “I figured that it would slow them down a bunch and they’d spend less time focusing on us, so it’ll be easier for us to get into contact with Tubbo.”

You blinked at him, then sent him a teasing smile. “Wilbur, this might one of the only good ideas you’ve had since starting a drug cartel.”

“Thank y—wait, is that a compliment?”

“Man,” Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at him, “just take it as one and let your ego coast on that for the next six months.”

“Anyways,” Wilbur said, ignoring him and moving on, “who wants to come with me?”

You shook your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “No thanks. I just got back from a long, long mining trip. I think I’m due for some time off.”

Wilbur nodded. “Alright, fair.” His gaze moved to the figure standing next to you. “Techno?”

Technoblade simply raised the basket of potatoes in his hands. “Nah. I’ve got my hands full here.”

Wilbur made a face, a hint of desperation seeping into his eyes. “You can farm potatoes any time,” he said, his voice raising a pitch or two. “How about you just come with m—”

“Why don’t I just go?”

Wilbur froze, and he turned with a shaky smile. “A-Are you sure about that, Tommy? You sure you don’t just want to stay in the ravine with [Y/N]?”

Tommy shrugged, flipping the stick in his hand. “Not really. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyways.” He nudged the pack at his feet. “I’m even packed and ready to go, too.”

Wilbur swallowed, and you could have sworn a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “You really want to come?” he added, sounding more and more uncertain with each word that passed his lips.

“I dunno, Wilbur,” Technoblade spoke up, quirking his lips at him, “but it almost sounds like you don’t want to bring Tommy with you.”

Tommy gasped, looking appalled. “What the hell, Will? Of course you want me to go with you, right?”

Wilbur turned on his heel, dragging a tired hand over his face. “Sure, Tommy. Let’s just say that.” He strode away toward the stairs, practically stomping his way up to the second floor. “Just give me a second to grab a pack,” he sighed, waving a hand behind him. “I’ll be down in like five minutes.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air, waving his stick. “Fuck yeah!”

Technoblade let out a quiet chuckle, turning on his heel. “Well, I’m gonna go back to farming.”

You glanced at him shyly, trailing after him. “Can I come with?”

His step faltered, and he turned to send you a fond look. “Always.”

Your heart lit up at the sight and you grinned, following him into the garden room. The entirety of the floor had been replaced with dirt, tiny streams of water weaving their way around the potato patches. You let out a quiet hum as Technoblade set the basket of potatoes on the ground, grabbing a hoe from its place on the wall and walking over to the makeshift field. Digging the blade of the hoe into the earth, he pulled back and repeated the motion until the soft, dark soil was exposed to the air. Leaning back against the wall, a soft smile crept onto your face as you watched.

You remembered when Technoblade first arrived in the Dream SMP, all those months ago. You had been sitting in the ravine, peeling an apple with a pocket knife as you chatted with Wilbur, when Tommy burst in with a deafening shout about “the blade”. Raising your head, you had opened your mouth to make a snarky retort, but the words died in your mouth the minute you laid eyes on him.

He looked like a prince—a handsome one, at that.

While Wilbur had jumped down to greet Technoblade with a friendly hug, you had simply stared at the newcomer, pocket knife in your hand and apple slice in the other. As Tommy brought Technoblade over to you and asked you to introduce yourself, you remembered that dizzy pink feeling rising in your chest as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Want an apple slice?”

You had expected him to be confused, shaking his head and pulling away with a disgusted look. But instead, his gaze flickered to your hand.

“I’d rather have the knife.”

You had blinked at him for a moment, stunned, then burst into laughter, outstretching your hand with the pocket knife handle extended toward him. He had offered you a small, awkward smile back, gingerly taking the knife from you. When his hands brushed against yours, that hazy, rosy feeling swelled in your chest again.

Ever since that moment, you’d only fallen harder and harder.

It was difficult to put into words just what drew you to Technoblade. Of course, he was pretty, but you weren’t that shallow. He had an awkward charm to him, something that seeped into every aspect of his being. He was hardworking, determined, sarcastic, and oh-so very real. You couldn’t name one thing about him that you didn’t like, really. You loved his laughter that came in brief, giggling bursts. Every time he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. He never failed to keep you guessing, and you loved every second you spent with him.

You weren’t sure how far you’d fallen at this point, but you knew one thing, and it was that there was no going back.

“Hey,” a new voice said suddenly, pulling you away from your thoughts. You turned, watching Tommy stick his head into the room. “Can I have some potatoes for the trip?”

Your eyes shot to Technoblade, who paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing to the basket at his feet. “Sure. You can have a couple.”

Tommy grinned, strolling in to lean down and pluck three potatoes from the pile. Standing back up again, he toed the basket, tossing and catching a potato in his hands. “Hey, Techno,” he said, “don’t you ever get tired of farming these things?”

Technoblade paused, patting down the dirt he had just covered another potato with. “Eh, not really.” His eyes flickered with contentment, and you felt your lips twitch. “I like it.”

Tommy frowned. “But,” he said, “it’s so fucking boring.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare. “Tommy! That’s mean.”

“What? Am I wrong?” He flung his arm out to point at the tilled dirt, clearly unimpressed. “All he’s doing is the same fucking thing over and over, again. We’re in a war, [Y/N]. Why can’t he just spar with me or something?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, deadpanning. “Tommy, the last time you sparred with Technoblade, you lasted less than ten seconds.” 

He grew quiet. “Okay, well, you didn’t have to put it like that, but—”

“What? Am I wrong?” you said, mimicking him.

A second passed. Then two.

“…touché, [Y/N].”

“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs, his head popping out from between the railings. “You ready to go?”

Without missing a beat, Tommy whipped around, rushing out of the farm room and slipping up the stairs. “I’m coming!”

A smirk tugged at Wilbur’s lips. “Heh.”

“Wha—oh, Will! That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But it was funny,” you called out after the youngest.

“Fuck off, [Y/N]!”

Beside you, Technoblade let out a laugh, his eyes curving into two crescent moons as he set down the hoe and picked up a shovel. With a fond smile gracing your lips, you took a step toward him, leaning down to take a closer look. There was something so endearing about knowing someone as powerful as Technoblade had a hobby as mundane as farming—farming potatoes, to be more specific. 

You liked it. A lot. You liked him a lot.

You wondered how much longer you could go without saying it aloud.

“Hey, Techno,” you murmured, watching his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “could you teach me the best way to plant potatoes?”

He paused, his shovel planting itself in the earth as he turned to look at you, his lips parted in surprise. “Y-You actually want to learn?”

You bobbed your head, praying that your face wasn’t growing any warmer. “Of course. Fighting’s fun and all, but there’s more to life than just bloodshed.” You flashed him a bright grin. “Besides, an army needs food to fight!”

With a small grin, he gestured for you step closer. “You want to make sure you dig about six to eight inches down,” he explained, gesturing down the hole with his finger. “If you don’t dig deep enough, then the potato will be too close to the surface, and if you dig too deep, it’ll have a harder time reaching the top.”

You nodded, your tongue swiping over your lips in concentration. Technoblade let out a brief cough, turning away with a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed a potato from the basket next to him. “Then,” he continued, “grab a potato. You’ll want to cut it in half down the middle and plant it so the cut side is facing downwards.”

Sticking a hand into his pocket, he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a familiar pocket knife. Your eyes flashed with recognition as he flipped the blade open and sliced through the potato with ease.

“Is that,” you began slowly, your tone tentative and gentle, “my pocket knife? From when we first met?”

Technoblade’s hands faltered as he sliced, his gaze flickering to you with a bashful look. “It’s—um, yeah. Does… does that bother you?”

You immediately shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “No, not at all! I-I was just wondering. I haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

He lowered his chin, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “I’ve been taking good care of it,” he admitted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. “It’s important to me.”

You blinked, your heart beating faster in your chest. “It is?” you whispered.

He nodded. “It is.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and squeal. It only took two simple words from him to send you into a flurry of awkward smiles and blushing whines. You couldn’t believe just how far gone you were.

Technoblade stretched a hand toward you, half of the potato he cut clutched between his fingers. “Here. You try planting one.”

With a shaky hand, you gently pulled the potato from his hands, nearly flinching at the feeling of his skin brushing against yours. Carefully, you reached over and set the potato face down like he had instructed. You pointed your hand toward the pile of dirt lying just beside the hole, about to start covering the potato when his arm shot out in front of you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, making you freeze in place. “You don’t have gloves on. I don’t want your hands to get dirty.”

You sent him a small smile, waving a hand dismissively at him. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

He didn’t budge. “Please. Let me.”

That fuzzy feeling was back, and you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered, your stomach swarming with butterflies as you watched him cover your planted potato with his hands. For someone who made a lot of jokes regarding human ethics, he was far more caring than he let on.

“Y’know,” you said softly, glancing over at him, “it’s really cool watching you do this, even if Tommy thinks it’s boring.” A small smile flitted across your face. “There are all these specific conditions that you have to know to have the most efficient farm with the best percent yield of potatoes—it’s honestly kind of surreal just how much brainpower actually goes into farming.”

Technoblade stared at you, his eyes reflecting something thoughtful and warm, and another thought popped into your head. You felt your cheeks begin to grow warm at the words swirling around your head. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth, again.

“I-I, um,” you began shakily, suddenly finding the scuff mark on your shoe very interesting, “I really hope you know how smart we think you really are. How smart I know you are. Because you are. Smart, that is.”

You must have been trembling, you could almost feel it. Why was it so hard to put your feelings into words? At this rate, you were never going to be able to confess how you felt. Just how much longer could you drag this out fo—

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, your lips parting as you looked at him in surprise. The moment his soft gaze met yours, a spark of electricity ran through your veins, and you shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head at you. “I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes at you, his carmine gaze narrowing. “Oh wait, you’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, inching closer in to take a better look.

“Oh,” you said, a hand immediately darting up to your cheek, “that’s probably just some dust or soot or something. You know, from the mines.” You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, embarrassment shooting up your spine knowing that you probably looked dumb. “Did I get it?”

He frowned, pulling off his gloves as he leaned closer. “No, here let me just—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your face, your cheek held gently in his palm. Your heart came barreling to a stop, your entire body freezing like ice. 

He was so close.

The pads of his finger were warm and calloused, yet they held a certain softness to him as his thumb slowly swiped just under her eye, careful to brush away the dirt that marred your face. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you found yourself unable to look away from him, hyperaware of the goosebumps that shot up your sides as his gaze met yours. A prince—he really did look like a prince.

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another, a silent question hanging over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered, not moving his gaze from yours for even a heartbeat.

You sucked in a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. “I…” You swallowed. “I really, really want to kiss you, right now.”

A moment of silence passed, and you held your breath, tension digging itself into your shoulders. Oh, I’m totally about to get rejected. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinki—

“Can—” He started then stopped, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “Can I say something even crazier?”

You heart leapt. “Yeah, totally,” you breathed.

He turned back to look at you, and you felt something deep in your chest click. “I really, really want to kiss you, too.”

Your eyes flew wide, and you couldn’t stop the giddy grin forming on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Technoblade dipped his head down close to yours, his crimson eyes darting across your face as he took in your every feature. As he leaned closer toward you, a question silently flashes in his gaze. 

Can I…?

You smiled and nodded oh-so subtly, just for him to see.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down toward you, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Just then, his lips met yours, soft and tentative like a deer taking its first, shaky steps. Electric ran down your spine at his velvet touch, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck and touch his cherry blossom pink hair. His crown tumbled to the ground off his head, rolling a few times before coming to a full stop, but neither of you particularly noticed, far too enraptured with one another to care.

This was everything you could have possibly asked for.

A moment later, you pulled apart, gasping for air as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hair had been mussed by your touch, his lips parted and puffy from the kiss.

You didn’t think he could look any more princely, but he still managed to prove you wrong.

Clearing your throat, you cast eyes away in shy embarrassment. “I feel like I should also clarify that this means I like you,” you added in a rush, fidgeting with your hands. “Like, way more than I thought I could ever like a person.”

Technoblade let out a sigh of relief, lips curling at the corners. “Oh, that’s good. I like you, too.” Your heart did a backflip in your chest, shouting in celebration as he added, “I was sort of thinking we were just gonna kiss and never talk about it, again.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

He sent you a crooked smile, but his gaze was fond. “Only kind of.”

You weren’t quite sure how many minutes passed in comfortable silence, both of you simply basking in the other’s warm presence. It was nice—this was nice. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while longe—

“—y it, Tommy, just say it!”

Your eyes shot wide open in panic. Across from you, Technoblade’s expression mirrored your own.

They were back.

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Tommy—you can call me ‘Wilby’ if you want to!”

Flailing your arms in a panic, you immediately began to backpedal to the other side of the room, Technoblade picking up his shovel and beginning to shovel as fast as he could.

“You’re still going off about this shit? Jesus Christ, I don’t want to call you ‘Wilby’, oh my fucking go—”

Wilbur crooned as they stepped into the garden room, “Aww, Tommy, my little gremlin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wilbu—”

“B-Back so soon?” you prompted, pretending to have been looking at the potato field with great focus as you turned to face them.

Wilbur turned away from Tommy, the smile sliding off his face. He nodded with a sigh, adjusting the pack on his back. “We almost got to the portal, but Antfrost saw us, so we had to book it.” 

Technoblade paused his movements, deadpanning with an unimpressed tone. “Tragic.”

Tommy scowled at him. “Don’t sound so cocky, bitch. You didn’t have to outrun like, half of the SMP all the way back here without getting tracked.” Suddenly his gaze shot to the ground, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “And why’s your fuckin’ crown on the ground?” he muttered, snatching it from the dusty floor and tossing it back over to Technoblade.

“No reason,” you said half a beat too quickly.

Wilbur’s eyes flitted back forth between you and Technoblade, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and Technoblade’s disheveled hair. Then, a sly, scheming smile crept onto his face. You gulped.

Oh, he totally knew.

“Tommy,” he said, the shit-eating grin still plastered to his face, “how do you feel about going on another trip with me?”

Tommy’s head whipped around, his eyes swimming with confusion. “Another trip?” he parroted.

Wilbur nodded, still smiling. “Yep. Another trip. Let’s get going, yeah? I’ve got something wonderful in mind.”

Before Tommy could even react, Wilbur had grabbed onto the handle of his pack, dragging him back and up the stairs. “Wilbur! What the fuck? Where are we even fucking going?”

“On a trip!” Wilbur sang as he trudged up the stairs with Tommy in tow. Throwing one last glance over his shoulder, he sent you a knowing wink. “You two have fun, now.”

You gaped at him as he walked off, Tommy still kicking at his heels when they vanished from sight. A moment passed in silence before you turned to look at Technoblade, again.

“He knows,” you whispered, half in awe and half in horror.

Technoblade grimaced back at you. “Oh, he absolutely does.”

A beat of silence fell over you. Your eyes locked onto his carmine ones, and something seemed to click just then, a smile crossing both of your faces.

Indeed, Wilbur had just provided you with the perfect opportunity.

Who were the two of you to not take it?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I.R.L.📷1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site. 

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter. 

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him. 

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that. 

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window. 

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”