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I’m gonna be doing requests, fandom by fandom! First up, Genshin Impact! The rules for this round of requests are:

- No inazuma characters (I’m not there yet)

- No romantic requests with Qiqi, Klee, Sayu, or Diona

- No incest, pedo shit, abusive relationships, other illegal crap

- No NSFW

- I will deny any request if I feel I can’t do it justice

Please be kind, this will be my first time writing in this fandom!

in a bit of an art block, so general doctor who and/or star trek requests open. keep it sfw and don’t be gross, otherwise i will try my best

On another note I’d like to use this blog more and I’m really sorry if your request got eaten/buried

HC REQUEST ARE OPEN

Hey guys, I haven’t posted on here for a while now, and that’s because there’s literally nothing for me to gif >.< so if there’s a moment of the boys doing something particular, or a couple, or a solo member’s gifset you wanna see, do request it! Nowadays I’m trying to find things to do because I get so bored surfing YouTube the whole day so having a video to look for would be a great escape from the boredom haha!

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Summary:JJ & (Y/N) have been best friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re older, it’s painfully obvious to their group of friends that they have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it. Said group of friends has finally had enough and decides to give them a little nudge. 

TW/CW:JJ Maybank x Reader, best friends to lovers, a couple suggestive comments, 

Requested?:Nope 

Word Count: 989 

A/N:I day dream way too much while I work and last night’s shift was a long boring one. This imagine helped me pass the time. 

Prompts:None 

Hanging with my best friend JJ and our other Pogue friends is always entertaining. This time, however, the power is out and we have no trouble to get into. JJ and I had plenty of dastardly ideas but no one in the group bit the bait. So here we sit, twiddling our thumbs and praying the power would arise from the dead. 

Kie sat up suddenly, “What about spin the bottle? But just like kisses on the cheek or something?” 

Everyone looked around at each other but Pope was quick to dismiss the idea, “No, the last time we played that, John B and Sarah sat there macking for an hour just for shits and giggles.” 

“Okay, fine. Truth or Dare then. One person spins the bottle and they get to truth or dare whoever it lands on. Then the person who was just challenged gets to spin next,” Kie shot back. No one seemed to object so Kie grabbed the bottle and spun it. 

A few rounds went by of playful truths and easy dares before the bottle finally landed back on Kie who was dared to do a handstand without using the wall as support. It was obviously very easy for her. She quickly completed the handstand and then spun the bottle. It almost landed on John B to JJ’s right but Kie in a not-so-subtle rigging bumped it back a bit to land on JJ.  

JJ raised an eyebrow, “That was rigged but go ahead.” 

Kie had to contain her giggles before asking, “Truth or Dare.” 

“I’m not some pansy, give me a dare,” comes JJ’s quick response. 

“I dare you to kiss (Y/N) on the lips,” Kie shoots out. 

I’ll be honest here, it’s not that I don’t want JJ to do the dare, but I’m sure he doesn’t want to do it so I feel the need to speak up in an effort to save myself some embarrassment, “Ah, but the rule, Kie. No pouge on pouge macking.” 

John B is the first to speak up this time, “Well as Pogue President, I hereby deem a macking session between JJ Maybank and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be lawful due to the fact that JJ and (Y/N) were best friends before they were pogues.” He shoots JJ a look that says he knows they’ve got us cornered so JJ leans forward on the couch and rests his head on top of mine as I sit in front of him.  

He picks his head up and looks at the side of my face as I glare at Kie, “Yay or Nay, Tiny?” Looking up at him, I nod so he slowly leans forward before our lips connect and, as cliché as it sounds, fireworks erupt. When we pull apart, I prop my face up in my hands in hopes of hiding the blush.  

JJ leans back into the couch for a moment and takes a deep breath before quickly leaning back forward and whispering in my ear, “X marks the spot.” The code phrase for, “meet me at our secret place.” Our secret place is this little alcove just down the beach from here that we found when we were kids. It quickly became our favorite getaway and we pinky promised to never share it with anyone else. He and I get up and head for the door, “We’ll be back later,” JJ mumbles amongst the whoops and hollers of our friends. 

We walk down the beach, side by side in silence. The awkward tension between us hangs thick and my stomach twists itself into knots as my brain assumes the worst. However, when we finally duck into the alcove JJ pulls me into a hug, “They did that to force us to stop dancing around the bush about the feelings we have for each other.” 

I nod into his chest, “I know.” 

As we release each other I look up at him with a giant grin on my face, “I’d like to upgrade my subscription to JJ Maybank from standard to premium please.” 

He laughs wholeheartedly with a smile on his face, “I can do that for you. However, you’ll need to submit a valid form of payment. Although, I should inform you that at this time, kisses are the only acceptable method.” I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him for the second time tonight. As he pulls me close, I slip his phone out of his pocket, pull away, and pretend to check his notifications, “You have an email. It says, ‘Congratulations, JJ Maybank you have won a free premium subscription to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).’” He grins at me as I hand him his phone back and we begin making our way back to The Chateau hand in hand. 

We’re almost there when JJ pulls me closer and throws his arm around my shoulders, “By the way, you’re not sleeping on the couch anymore.” 

I look up at him with mock surprise, “Oh really? Is that some perk of my premium membership?” 

He nods, “Yup, as a premium subscriber you get an all-expenses-paid stay at the JJ Maybank Bed and Breakfast. Betcha can’t guess what the breakfast part of that entails.” 

I shake my head and giggle at him, “JJ, is your head in the gutter again?” 

He shrugs, “It never leaves the gutter, babe.”  

Once we hit the porch of The Chateau, JJ opens the front door for me. I step into the living room before him and can feel his eyes on my ass but I don’t mind. It is in fact included in his premium subscription. Once we both plop down onto the couch and join the conversations of our friends, he throws his arm back around my shoulders and I snuggle into his side. This of course does not go unnoticed by our friends who erupt into a chorus of awwws and a great big, “Fucking finally!” from Kie. 

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Ayo! Imagines incoming!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written let alone posted but are there any Outer Banks fans that follow?? I finally got the chance to binge-watch both seasons and let me tell you… the writing juices are a-flowing. I’ve already got a couple ideas for my baby JJ. You totally wouldn’t think he’d be my favorite right? I’m definitely not the type to fall for the broken boi. (If you couldn’t tell the last two sentences were pure sarcasm.) Anyway, I’m gonna try to get my ideas for JJ typed up and posted asap but lmk if you have any requests for obx that you want me to write.

As much as I feel so bad for it, if there’s any requests that I never got to from before, I probably won’t write them. I want to start with a clean slate if I’m gonna start writing again.

I have about 9 left in the queue, so I am briefly opening it for some new ones <3

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

Sleeping With The Enemy

When a drunken kiss ruins things between you and Victoria, you turn to the one person you shouldn’t and Victoria will have to figure out how she really feels about you.

Fanny Button

Julian Fawcett

Kitty

Mary

Pat Butcher

Thomas Thorne

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

Lover, Come Home

Alison goes scouting at other estates and brings back some surprising news for Thomas.

Aberama Gold

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Luca Changretta

Polly Gray

Tommy Shelby

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

Violent Melody

Tommy hires you to sing at the Garrison and after growing fond of you and your performances, takes it upon himself to be your protector.

Sleeping With The Enemy - Victoria Chase

Summary: When a drunken kiss ruins things between you and Victoria, you turn to the one person you shouldn’t and Victoria will have to figure out how she really feels about you.

Word Count: 1,060

Warnings: Kinda angsty

It started off simple enough, grabbing a drink with Joy, Victoria and Melanie. You went to the bar alone, and they adopted you into their little group quite quickly. You figured what’s the harm, at least you had some company. But it was a slippery slope into something much bigger, and had you known what would come next, you would have avoided the three of them altogether.

It soon became routine for you to join them, and they let you into their lives as if you’d always been a part of the group. And while you didn’t give it much thought at the time, your crush on Victoria was growing by the day. Realistically, you assumed nothing could or would ever happen between the two of you, and you accepted it well enough. Besides, crushes were merely passing fancies anyhow, and you’d probably be over it in a couple of weeks.

Oh how wrong you were. It was another night out at the bar with them and things progressed as usual. You’d talk, laugh, complain a little perhaps and drink. Typical. But you’d been having a rough week, and you may have gotten a little more carried away than you normally would. And it seemed Victoria was in the same boat. As Melanie and Joy made their way to the door to go home, Victoria lingered behind with you for a moment.

The two of you shared a hug, where in your drunken state you said, “Love you, bye.” And as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted speaking at all. How stupid. You didn’t even think, but when Victoria let you out of the hug, you were floored that she took your face in her hands and kissed you.

“Goodbye,” she whispered afterwards, and you were stuck in place in a state of utter disbelief. You thought about that moment for the rest of the night until sleep finally washed over you.

You were apprehensive about returning to the bar the following evening, unsure of what Victoria remembered from the night before. You decided you wouldn’t bring it up. When you showed up, only Victoria was there. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.

She took your hand when you reached the bar, and your heart fluttered in your chest. “About last night,” she began, and you could tell by her tone that your heart was about to break. You were right. She regretted the kiss. You nodded in reply to her explanation and subsequent apology, but you were unable to speak for fear of breaking down into tears and you stormed out of the bar.

In your haste, you bumped right into a woman trying to come in. You muttered an apology, just wanting to get out of there, but this woman stopped you. When you got a good look at her you realized it was Susan Lucci, Victoria’s biggest rival. You recalled her having said something about the actress showing up in town this week.

You don’t know what made you decide to tell her your story, but you did, despite keeping the details a bit vague. You may have just gotten your heart broken by Victoria, but you weren’t going to tell her nemesis it was her that led you here. And you were doubly surprised at yourself when you accepted her offer of going to a different bar and getting to know one another.

It was a rebound. You came to realize that much by the end of the night. Susan was kind to you, even sweet really, and after your heartbreak, it felt like exactly what you needed. And you really hit it off, which is why you woke up in her hotel room the following morning. You knew this wasn’t something that would last, and you were fine with it, but god it felt good to be with someone who wanted you.

When you showed up at Victoria’s usual haunt later that day, you had mixed feelings. You hadn’t given much thought to seeing Victoria again so soon. You figured you’d have time to reassess your relationship before coming face to face with her again, but Susan quickly made you forget about all that.

You lost yourself in her sweet words, her flirtation, and yet it all came crashing down when Victoria walked in. “Lucci,” you heard, that one word said with such disdain announced her arrival. Suddenly you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. Then you remembered you had nothing to feel guilty for. Victoria had been the one to initiate your kiss, and the one to break your heart. So why did you feel like you were the one in the wrong?

“Victoria, I meant to see you yesterday, but I decided to take in some of the local culture instead.”

“So I see,” Victoria replied through gritted teeth. She then turned her glance to you. “May I have a word,” she asked, trying to calm her voice.

Curious, you let Victoria pull you aside. “I know it’s not my place,” Victoria started, and you huffed your agreement, but let her continue. “But, personal feelings aside, I don’t want you to get hurt. Again.”

“Victoria, I know this thing with Susan isn’t going to last. It was just convenient. She was nice, she flirted, and I just needed to feel like someone cared.”

“I care,” Victoria tried to reason.

“Not the way I wanted you to,” you confessed, though by now how you felt should be fairly obvious.

“That may not entirely be true. While, yes, I was drunk when I kissed you, Joy and Melanie may have convinced me that I shouldn’t have been so hasty in telling you I thought it was a mistake.”

“So, what? Where does this leave us? Did you mean it or not?”

“I did. I’m figuring that out now. You don’t owe me anything, but I’d like to ask you for a second chance.”

After everything, you began to change your mind. You thought you wanted to go back and avoid all of this, but now you just wanted to move forward. You let out a sigh. “You’re a hard woman to say no to, Victoria Chase.”

Victoria smiled. “Now, will you let me gloat to Lucci?”

You laughed. “I suppose that wouldn’t hurt.”

Victoria Chase:@ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Lover, Come Home - Thomas Thorne

Summary: Alison goes scouting at other estates and brings back some surprising news for Thomas.

Word Count: 1,493

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death/murder

A/N: This is an AU where Isabelle doesn’t exist and Thomas was married to the reader before his death.

Mike and Alison had been gone all day, looking into other nearby estates and how they run in order to better get a grasp on how the could best profit from Button House. Thomas had been pacing at the windows, constantly pausing to look out to see if Alison had returned yet. Finally, the car rolled up the drive. Excited, Thomas was the first outside to ask about the trip.

“It was…fine,” Alison replied. “Lot noisier than I would have liked at our last stop. It’s my fault really. I shouldn’t have engaged with the ghosts at Crestfield Hall.”

It had been such a long time since Thomas had heard that name. He froze in place as Alison kept walking and going on about her ghost troubles, but all Thomas could think was that name over and over again. “Thomas,” Alison called back to him as Mike continued on inside.

The sound of his name snapped him out of his haze. “Alison, you must go back, I implore you.”

“No, thank you,” Alison dismissed, but the desperation in Thomas’ eyes made her briefly reconsider. She should at least hear him out, should she not? She sighed. She had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to end up regretting this. “Alright, why?”

“You say you encountered other ghosts there. Tell me about them.” Favoring to first go inside, Alison and Thomas settled in the kitchen where no one else was around.

With another heavy sigh, Alison began recounting her experience at Crestfield Hall. “At first, it was the usual. Creepy, old house, a nonchalant ghost passing through the halls, unaware I could see them, and I just ignored them. Got on with what I was there for. And it was all fine until I nearly bumped into someone I assumed was a guest. But nope, ghost. Once she knew I could see her, that was it. She kept asking me if I’d seen her husband, why he hadn’t come for her. I didn’t know what to say, I just wanted her to be quiet, so I left.”

Thomas’s eyes filled with tears. Alison didn’t understand. “Did you know her?”

“She was,” Thomas sniffed, “my wife.” He knew it was you the moment Alison had told him your story. You were still looking for him and his heart broke at the thought.

Alison’s eyes widened. “Thomas, I didn’t know. You never said. I—I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not at fault, Alison. I never told you. I’ve never told anyone. I died in a duel over her. There was a man who wished to steal her away from me, and she was at Crestfield Hall when it happened. It was this other man’s estate, you see, and I don’t know what ever became of her, all I know is she never came back. Now at least I know her fate was similar to my own. I only wish we could be reunited.”

“I’ll go back,” Alison said at once, the words rushing out of her before she could make the decision against it.

“You will? I would like to know exactly what befell her if she is willing to tell you. I know there’s almost no chance I can see her again myself, but I should like her to know what happened to me as well, and why I didn’t come for her.”

Alison nodded. It was the least she could do. While outside of Button House, she may see her ability as more of a curse than a gift, this time it could be the latter. She could bring closure to Thomas and his wife, even if it wasn’t possible to bring them back together in any physical sense.

After leaving Thomas in the kitchen, Alison grabbed her laptop and retired to her bedroom. She did a deep dive of information on how ghosts were able to travel. Some were said to be able to roam wherever they liked, others were bound to the place they died. Some were tied to objects they once owned, and followed the object wherever it went. Maybe there was a possibility that Alison could reunite the two of them after all, but she wouldn’t give Thomas false hope. She had to know if she could pull it off first.

The next day she prepared for her return to Crestfield Hall. She really didn’t have a plan, she only hoped she could sneak in, speak with Thomas’ wife and find something to sneak out of the house that would allow her to come to Button House with her. There was a fair risk that she’d be found out as both a thief and a crazy person by the end of the day, but she had to try. For Thomas.

After arriving at Crestfield Hall, she found you easily enough, in the same place she’d seen you the day before. While there weren’t many people around, Alison was hoping for complete privacy to ensure that she didn’t look like she was talking to the air around her. Once she was able to accomplish that much, she truly began her mission. “Your husband is Thomas Thorne, is that correct?”

“Yes,” you replied, quite surprised to see her again, though hopeful that she’d brought you news of your husband. You missed Thomas so.

Alison was at a loss for what to say next. The fact that she’d even come across Thomas’ wife by pure chance was practically a miracle if there ever was one, and now you stood before her, and she was floundering. Then she remembered. “An item,” she spat out. “Is there an item of yours in the house, something you were particularly attached to in life?”

You thought for a moment, the question seemingly coming from nowhere. “There is a hairbrush,” you said at last. “They keep it on a shelf in one of the bathrooms.” This seemed to please her, but for what reason, you didn’t quite know, though you guided her to where it was kept anyway.

Alison went in, quickly spotting the brush and stuffing it in her bag. Thank god it was small enough. Now, if she was fast enough, she could make it out with the brush and no one would be the wiser. Hopefully, you’d come with it, but she had no way of knowing for sure.

You watched as she came out of the bathroom, trying desperately to act casually. You followed her all the way out to her car, where she exhaled loudly once inside. She hadn’t even realized you’d joined her. “Now to try and get you off the grounds,” Alison said, and you were hopeful, for the first time in decades, that you may be reunited with your husband. Alison put the car in drive and headed for the gates. She closed her eyes as she passed out of them, sure that you’d be gone when she looked to her passenger side, but there you sat. She’d done it. She’d really done it.

Recalling the stolen object in her purse, she gunned it home to Button House. When you arrived, Alison got out of the car, shouting for Thomas. When he appeared, she said, “Thomas, I have someone to see you.” With that, you appeared out of the car door, and both you and Thomas stood wordlessly looking at one another. With tears in your eyes, you finally ran to each other, the overwhelming urge to be in his arms again overtaking you.

“How I have missed you, my love,” Thomas whispered when you were in his arms once again.

“And I you, Thomas, ever so much.”

It was when he let you go that he noticed the discoloration on your neck. “My darling, what happened to you?”

“It was that no good Lord of Crestfield Hall. When he returned to his estate, and told me he’d bested you, I refused to believe it. I refused him, Thomas, to my very last breath, which he stole from me himself.” Your hand went to your throat, recalling the tale. He’d strangled you at your refusal of him until all breath left your lungs. It took you years to accept that he must have spoken the truth about the duel, otherwise you could not think of a single reason why Thomas would not have come after you. “Did he really best you, Thomas?”

“I suppose so, but he was a cheat. He shot me in the back. I wanted nothing more than to go to you, to rescue you from that cad, but my wound prevented me from it. Will you ever forgive me?”

Thomas cast his eyes to the ground in shame, but you lifted his chin. “There is simply nothing to forgive,” you said to him. “If anyone is to blame here, it was that vile, wicked man. It was him that took our lives and our love from us, but no longer can he keep us apart.”

For ✨ Anon

Thomas Thorne:@mattxxamryli,@casserole-from-dads-asserole,@megantelegraph,@miscellaneous-fan,@fog-on-the-moon,@itsaveryalien,@adhdthomasthorne

Violent Melody - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Tommy hires you to sing at the Garrison and after growing fond of you and your performances, takes it upon himself to be your protector.

Word Count: 1,308

Warnings: Harassment, violence

It wouldn’t hurt the Garrison to have a little culture. That’s what Polly had told him, and that’s what led to hours of auditioning girls to sing at the Garrison a few nights a week. Tommy was keen on finding just the right girl to bring the aforementioned culture to their little pub. And as soon as you hit that first note, he knew that singer was going to be you. He let Arthur and John put in their opinions as well, but regardless what they’d said, Tommy had more than made up his mind. You were everything he was searching for. Beautiful and unobtainable in the way that lounge and pub singers often were, a starlet plucked from the crowd on her way towards her big break. And with the voice of an angel to boot.

“You’re hired,” Tommy said with a smile, a smile which only grew when you beamed one of your own right back at him. His brothers nodded in approval and you started with your first set at the Garrison that very night. It was a small crowd for your first performance. Tommy promised you a bigger audience the following night, when he’d had time to get the word around, but you were happy enough with the smaller, more intimate crowd for a warm up. You actually thought you could grow comfortable there.

As promised, however, the following night did bring in a much larger crowd for you to perform for. Though it was a bit more intimidating, you dazzled just as you had the night before, and during your initial audition. The applause was infectious, and you were finding more confidence in your voice and performance.

Before you knew it a month had gone by and your gig was less new and more familiar, but nonetheless thrilling. Every time you got on stage you felt like a new person, radiating an energy unlike any you’d ever had offstage. And it was always fueled by the familiar face of Thomas Shelby in the crowd. Sometimes he’d sit front and center, often when he was alone. Other times, he’d sit in the back with various other members of the Shelby clan. Either way, you knew the night would be a great one just for seeing his face as he listened to you sing.

This night, however, wasn’t quite as normal as the rest. You began your first number as always, soaking in the spotlight, and searching the room for Tommy’s face, spotting him towards the back this time, sitting with Arthur. A sense of relief washed over you as you continued your song. Eyes fixed on Tommy, you didn’t notice the man sitting in front, eyeing you up and down. A couple of songs later, and you were ready for your intermission.

You loved the reprieve, being able to rest your voice for a few minutes and have a drink before getting back to it. It made your job feel more like a fun night out, and it had all been courtesy of one Thomas Shelby. Typically, he came over and asked how you were doing, but tonight some other bloke had beat him to it.

“Evening, gorgeous,” the man flirted with you as he sidled up to the bar. You gave him a polite smile, but nothing more, having gotten used to your fair share of passes being made at you. He ordered you a drink you didn’t ask for and shimmied closer. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he kept pursuing you. “What’s wrong, pretty baby? I can treat you right if you give me the chance.”

He stunk of alcohol, and you didn’t trust him. You thought of taking yourself outside for a moment, claiming to need a breath of fresh air, but luckily for you, one had already come to you. Stepping right in between you and the nuisance of a man was Tommy. You hadn’t seen him since you walked off stage, but you were happy for the sight of him now. “You harassing a lady in my pub,” he asked, a thinly veiled threat woven into the tone of his words.

“No, Mr. Shelby,” the man replied confidently. “Just buying your chanteuse here a drink. It’s her that’s being frigid. She may have a pretty voice, but the bitch don’t know how to take it when a man pays her a compliment.”

You thought Tommy was going to throw him out or give him a speech about respecting women, but you weren’t expecting him to pull back his arm and meet the man’s face with his fist. The punch sounded like it cracked bone, and you felt your stomach lurch at the sound. You hadn’t realized just how strong of a man Tommy was until then.

Before the fight could escalate, you got a fair distance away from the action, not wanting to get yourself injured in the midst of everything. While your harasser was getting the worse end of the fight, he did manage to clock Tommy in the jaw once before Arthur stepped in and hauled the offender outside, essentially throwing him on his ass at the door. “And don’t you come back, eh,” you heard Arthur shout to him and he stumbled off.

Your heart was still beating hard in your chest as the Garrison’s door swung shut with that good for nothing on the other side of it. “You okay, Tom,” Arthur asked, as he came back towards the bar. Tommy held his fist in his other hand, indicating he’d injured it, but of course, his pride wouldn’t let him admit it, even to his brother.

“I’m alright, Arthur. Can you bring me and the girl a whiskey?” Arthur nodded and placed the order with the bartender as Tommy made his way over to you.

“Some fight,” you remarked, taking in the state of him. “You always jump to a woman’s defense like that?”

“Maybe not as often as I should,” Tommy replied, “but for you, always.”

You scrunched your face up, trying to figure him out. “Thomas Shelby, do you fancy me?” Arthur showed up just then with Tommy’s requested drinks, allowing him a moment to consider his answer. If Arthur had heard your question, he was wise enough not to insert himself into the conversation.

When he’d gone, Tommy took his gaze off his wounded hand long enough to meet your eyes and he felt compelled to be honest with you. “I suppose I do,” he confessed. “Ever since you started here, I felt protective of you. Guess now I’m learning why that is.” He paused for a moment, trying to read your expression. “I don’t expect anything,” he quickly added.

“Well I think you deserve a bit of gratitude at least. While I don’t normally encourage violence, I appreciate you setting him straight for me. I hate to think where it might have gone had you not stepped in when you did.”

At this Tommy smiled, only fleetingly as a wince of pain followed when he flexed his hand. “Are you sure you’re alright,” you questioned.

“Fine. Bruised, most likely. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. Aunt Polly will see to it.”

“I could, if you’d be willing. I haven’t always made my living as a pub singer, you know?”

“Yeah? Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Lets get you elsewhere first. The Garrison, while one of the nicer establishments in the area, is no place to tend to wounds.”

“I think our patrons might miss their favorite singer,” Tommy reasoned.

“Pretty sure my employer will understand,” you teased, getting up from the table. You held your hand out to him and he accepted it with his good hand.

“I hear he’s an understanding sort of man,” Tommy quipped back.

“That he is,” you replied.

Tommy Shelby:@tinktheartist,@riveranddoctorsong123,@beth-gallagher22,@locke-writes,@lora21,@thegirlwhoistrying,@ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Cuddling With Sally Solomon Would Include

  • Sally isn’t sure about cuddling at first, she thinks it’ll make her seem soft.
  • After trying it with you for the first time, she gets a little addicted.
  • She loves skin on skin cuddles best. You don’t have to be fully naked, just a little bit of skin to skin contact is good enough for her.
  • And she will take any opportunity she can get for some cuddle time.
  • She cuddles in her sleep too. She can’t help it. She likes to be close and if her arms are around you, she can at least feel like she’s keeping you safe when asleep.

For@scorsesedepalmafan

Jealous Loki Laufeyson Would Include

  • Prepare for a load of mischief when Loki gets jealous.
  • The worst part is, he’ll deny it. Forever. Bring it up three years later, he’s still gonna say it never happened.
  • He’ll lurk, he’ll brood, he’ll be positively insufferable to be around when he’s jealous of someone.
  • Loki has no idea if he should step in and confront them, thereby revealing his jealousy and maybe also angering you or keep his feelings to himself until he boils over.
  • But, until he decides, he’ll be making their life a living hell, and possibly yours a bit if you happen to get caught in the crossfire.

Loki Laufeyson:@marril96,@unexpected-character,@lilyontheloose,@shyposttree,@possessedxparrot,@marinarashakeyobooty,@marvelgeek09,@thegirlwhoistrying,@music-bird,@chaotic-mushroomz,@mbruben-stein

Frank N Furter Helping You Become More Confident Would Include

  • He’d start by having you get into your favorite outfit, no matter what it looked like. He wanted you to feel nice and comfortable.
  • He’ll use a heavy dose of praise, even for little things, that instill a sense of pride in you over time.
  • He’ll ask what your doubts about yourself are, and figure out how best to help you overcome them.
  • Getting you to try new things would be key after a while, just testing where your comfort zone is, and how to slowly push it without overwhelming you.
  • And somehow just being with him, talking, laughing, having fun, makes some of those insecurities fade to the background for a while.

For Anon

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