#100 follower celebration

[ncis-nerd]

Hungry

100 follower celebration

fandom: marvel

ship: blackhill x fem!reader

about: dinner where our two lovely boss ladies cannot take their hands off you. you're all dressed up and so perfect for them.

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, very brief reference to politics, pet names, praise, degradation, fingering (r receiving, nat giving), dom blackhill, sub r, r has a uterus, r is referred to as she.

"A-and did you see his reaction!" Bucky exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. "I KNOW!! It was so funny!" Tony chuckled. Their voices drowned out, as you suddenly became aware of Maria's hand sitting on your thigh. It was firm. Your eyes met her hungry gaze. Nat was also eyeing you, you found her staring at your chest.

The team went out to dinner at an expensive restaurant so you had to dress up. You decided to wear a dress that was very revealing, obviously your girlfriends could not take their eyes off of you when you were getting ready.

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They tried to touch you, but you swatted their hands away because you were trying to do your makeup. Also you guys literally had no time to mess around because the reservation was for 8pm and you had to leave in 10 minutes.

Natasha groaned when she realized you were serious. "Please detka, a quickie? I can make it fast." Nat pleated. You shook your head no. As appealing as that sounded, you needed to finish your eyeshadow.

Maria smirked when when entered the room, overhearing Nat's pleads to touch you. "Don't be so desperate dear. Our little slut will practically be begging us to fuck her by the end of the night" Maria spoke calmly.

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And that brought you to this exact moment, you were starting to think that you should've taken Nat up on her offer. You were sandwiched between the two. Nat's fingers started to make it's way onto your thigh as well. Her hand patted your thigh to spread.

You looked at her, turning red. "Cmon detka, no one is paying attention. They're engrossed in the drunken conversation of politics." Nat whispered closely to your ear, her breath tickled you.

You obliged and Maria raised an eyebrow at you, not seeing the actions of the spy. Natasha looked at her with a smirk. Maria rolled her eyes.

Nat' hand snaked between your thighs, trailing up until she met your underwear. Oh, you were soaked. She smirked and traced painfully slow circles over your underwear.

You huffed and looked at Nat with puppy dog eyes. "Y/N! What do you think?" Maria smirked, inviting you to join the conversation. You jumped, obviously not expecting that. Your legs tried to close but Maria held them open. God you looked so flustered.

"Y/N, you're turning red. Are you feeling well?" Carol asked, an ounce of concern sounded in her voice. Valkyrie pinched Carol lightly, she realized what was happening and Valkyrie noticed Carol turning a little pink herself.

"M' fine" you mumbled. They went back to their own conversation, not nothing that you, Natasha and Maria have been fairly quiet. Your head started to feel a little fuzzy.

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You looked at Maria and whined softly. "What is it bunny? Use your words." Maria said firmly. "Please, please, please" you mumbled into her ear. Her demeanor soften, "Please what honey? Can you tell me and daddy what you need?" Maria cooed. "Touch' please" you mumbled, hardly able to form sentences. "Good job at using your words, baby." Maria praised you. She wouldn't be too hard on you, knowing you're in a fuzzy headspace.

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Fuck you looked so perfect, your glassy eyes was her final straw. She caved in and began to fuck you harder. Her fingers curled in you, picking up speed. You had to bite your lip to hide your moans. "You close, bunny?" Natasha whispered into your ear.

You nodded desperately. "Then come for me, be a good girl for me, angel." Natahsa gave you permission. You felt your high approaching. Maria's fingers found your clit and rub fast circles around it. Fuck, this is it. Your legs began to shake as you came down from your high.

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"You okay bunny?" Maria whispered, as both their fingers left you. You whined softly, feeling empty. "Hey guys, Y/N's forehead feels hot so we're gonna go home. You guys enjoy the dinner." Natasha spoke, helping you to feet. You clung onto both of the women. They smiled softly at your clingness. "Hope you feel better y/n" a bunch of mumbles as you guys left.

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a/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! HOPE YOU ENOYED :)

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Need me a Thomas Shelby with “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” thank you and cg for 100 followers!!

Thank you so much for this request my love! I'm so sorry it's so long coming. Again, I'm studying for the bar and it is crazy with the holidays! Also, I hope you like this! Tommy is not my typical bread and butter but I wanted to give people the option! Sending all my love to you angel! - Mo

100 Follower Celebration: No Man Works Alone

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader, fluff

When you got connected to the middle Shelby boy, you were warned that life would never be the same. You assumed as much, knowing that their business went much farther than horse racing. You were up to the task. You had been in the Shelby orbit for years, you saw what it all took, and when Tommy made his intentions known to you, you were willing to step up and do your part in expanding the empire.

Polly joked that you were made for this life with the way that you so seamlessly came in. While the Shelby company were encroaching into higher society and government facades, they needed a pretty face to butter up old money hands. When the boys were running liquor and snow and violence, you ran sweet words and high teas with women whose husbands had deep and ancient pockets. Even before Thomas met with potential partners, they were already inclined to agree since you were just so kind and elegant looking. Surely a woman like you would never be with someone not reputable right?

But it wasn’t just the business you managed to soothe and nurture. You also added a salve to the Shelby familial wounds. Some wounds required more care than others. Some would never heal completely, but petty arguments could be solved and begin the groundwork for a more harmonious union. You had stepped in more than once to facilitate peace agreements between the Shelby siblings more than once, “Do it for the children yeah? They deserve to be able to see their cousins and aunts and uncles freely. Shelby’s need each other. And it’s Christmas for God’s sake!”

And no good deed goes unpunished it seems. Due to your expert people skills and kind face, you were put in charge of a Christmas gala for all the biggest names in the city. A dual purpose to flaunt the power of the Shelby family, and to raise funds for a women’s shelter to be built. In the same week you were planning to host Christmas dinner and Christmas morning in the home for the entire Shelby family. Everyone was coming and it was to be a beautiful affair. It’s would be wonderful save for the sheer amount of people to take care of. You had spent the day running around, only to continue into the evening, taking care of your and Tommy’s children; putting them to bed and giving them each some attention in the absence of their father.

By the time you had finished your tasks for the day, it was late, and Tommy still wasn’t finished with the ledgers and accounts. He looked exhausted, the puffiness of his eyes evident in from under his glasses. Sleeves rolled up and shirt open the quiet desire for sleep was coming off him in waves. You wrap your soft satin robe tighter around you as you gently sit next to Tommy. Without looking up from his work he says to you in a gravely voice, "You should be in bed, it's late love."

You shake your head, though you feel as though invisible fingers are dragging your eyelids down, "Mm not tired."

Tommy chuckles as he hears you attempt to stifle a yawn. He takes off his glasses to look at your faltering face. "You're not eh? You sure?"

You lean back on the comfortably expensive sofa Tommy had set up shop on, stretching out the ache in your back, "Perhaps a little. But I don't like not sleeping next to you. If you're up, I'm up. We're a team yeah?"

Tommy smiles, enamored by your insistence. It was one of the things that drew him to you the first time he saw you. Your quiet defiance. You intent to keep people together and not leave anyone behind. It was only a small fractal of how sweet and tender your heart was. Tommy leaned over to gently kiss your temple, "Alright then. If you insist Commander. I'll be done soon enough I promise."

With another poorly hidden yawn you say, "Take your time darling. I brought reading."

Just as Tommy predicted, within 15 minutes you were out like a light. Back when you all were children, it was a running joke that you would be running and playing as hard as you could one minute, and fall dead asleep on any surface the next minute. It never changed. As Tommy chuckled and picked the book off your face where it fell, he was reminded of you as a young girl. Though there were a few more marks and lines on your face now, you had the whispers of your youth still on your face. Your daughter with Tommy slept the same exact way. Mouth open slightly. Arms raised above your head. Utterly at peace. Tommy was tempted to wake you to tease you, but knew you would punish yourself for 'falling asleep on the job'. He opted to finish his paperwork instead, working diligently and quietly so as not to disturb you. Soon enough he was done and put everything away in his desk to pick up tomorrow. Pressing gentle kisses to your face, he whispers against you, "Darling, wake up. Let's go to bed eh? Get you more comfortable."

You jolted awake, nearly knocking Tommy over, "Oh God... what time is it? Are the kids ok?"

Tommy chuckled deeply, pulling you up by the arms, "No no darling. Kids are alright. You fell asleep next to me. It was a bit adorable really. You look exactly like Matilde in her crib. "

You throw yourself back down, "Oh God I fell asleep while you were working! That is not what I wanted to do! I wanted to keep you company!"

Tommy laid himself over you, pushing your arms away from your embarrassed face, "You did keep me company. Perfect company. You needed to sleep. You've been running around. Being the best mother and wife. Being the best coordinator. Being the best aunt and sister in law. Hard work my love. C'mon. Let's get to bed yeah?"

You let him kiss you and take you to bed. Sleep took you both sweetly and quickly. And in the morning you would start it all over again. Waking to your children jumping on top of you with joy, and another list of things to attend to. But as long as Tommy was next to you. It would all be worth it.

#peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x you #100 follower celebration

[jamespotterbbg]

so um, i hit 100 followers (thanks everyone <3) and i guess i want to vibe with that. so if you want, just comment below, and i'll write u something. like um, my headcannons based on u and ur blog ig. idk

#100 followers #i hit 100 omg guys #its not a lot but it means smth to me #i love you all #seriously #i needed this #100 follower event #100 follower celebration #idk what to tag this as #ok bye <3 #kay's 100 follower celebration

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

More celebration shenanigans 💕

Jake + fluff numbers 2, 7, & 8!

Love you baby 🐿️!

Xoxo Mama May

Ooh, Jake fluff shenanigans? Ask and you shall receive, Mama May! I hope you enjoy this combination between “You’re beautiful, you know that, right?”, Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes and Having a tender moment in the early morning. This is so fluffy and sweet, I think it's going to give me cavities! Enjoy!

Oh, Sweet Baby of Mine

You hate waking up in the mornings, especially on days when you'd slept terribly the night before. You'd been up every couple of hours all night, walking up and down the hallway cradling your bump while avoiding those spots where the hardwood floor creaked and groaned. It wasn't indigestion or the baby completing a Cirque du Soleil routine against your bladder. Those were normal, and most of the time, the baby slept as long as your husband’s hand was over the bump now that they were older. Truthfully, you’ve been on edge for a while. You’re 35 weeks pregnant, and nothing feels right anymore. Your skin is stretched paper-thin across your bump, so thin you can trace the bludgeoning bumps of little hands and feet as they prod at the external stimuli. You can’t see your feet anymore, your ankles are swollen, and everything hurts.

And you’re exhausted all the time. Of course, it takes you ten minutes to settle into a position where you and the baby are comfortable, and Jake can slide an arm around your non-existent waist. You’d think your exhaustion would be enough to send you to sleep. Not true. Not true at all. You’d spent fifteen minutes staring at the wall before your eyes fluttered closed, only to wake up a few hours later. That cycle had repeated until around 4 in the morning when you’d finally slept, only to be woken up by Jake’s alarm two and a half hours later. When he’d crawled out of your bed and pressed a kiss to your head, you’d craned your head in his direction and hissed like a feral cat. 

“M’sorry, darlin’. I just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out for my run and will bring breakfast for you and our kiddo when I return. I love you!” He’d sounded so amused as he’d walked away, his pert ass on display in the sinfully tight shorts he insisted on wearing to run in each morning. It was a habit he kept even on weekend mornings when his wife was warm and waiting in his bed, and an early source of strife in your marriage. Your resulting response was a growl you know turned into a snore as you fell back asleep. Did you forget to mention the snoring? With Baby Seresin all up in your business, breathing while standing up was hard. Forget while you were on your side.

When you wake up this time, you feel better, if only because long fingers are on your feet, massaging all the knots from your swollen ankles.

“Jake?” Your voice is soft, sleep still clouding every sense as you melt into the mattress.

 “Yeah, darlin’. I’m back. I brought breakfast for you and the kiddo and your favorite herbal tea blend. And coffee for Daddy.” His voice never fails to make you smile, even when you’re a million years pregnant and feeling like a whale. 

You brace yourself on his forearm and carefully lever yourself up. Jake is, as expected, golden and gorgeous, and sweaty. It makes you long for the days you weren’t carrying a watermelon-sized child around in your body. The early days of your marriage and even the early days of your pregnancy had resulted in many a romp with your sweaty husband in the sheets, shower, and kitchen counter when he returned from his run. Now, you can’t even think of it. The baby is in the way, and as much as you love them, they get in the way of all your Mommy and Daddy time. 

It’s also not often that you’re in the mood anymore. You’re too pregnant, round, exhausted, and bloated to even think about it very often. It makes you huff as you scrounge around in the dresser for a sweater of Jake’s you can steal. Yours are all too uncomfortable, and Jake’s are perfectly soft and loose. You drag out his Longhorns hoodie and pull it on over your lace cami and shorts.

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” His voice is reverent as he pulls you into his arms, carefully sliding his hands under the orange fabric so he can draw your belly up just until it takes the pressure off of your frame.

Your sigh as you melt into his skin is indecent. You can feel the ever-present ache in your shoulders and back ease as he takes the baby’s weight. You tip your head back to kiss Jake’s jaw, nuzzling further into his arms. He releases his hold on your stomach after about five minutes, pressing a kiss into the top of your head before taking your hand in his. 

“Breakfast, darlin’?” He’s got this admiring, possessive look in his eyes, one you adore and only see more as your belly grows.

“Yeah, Jake. Momma and Baby are both hungry. What’d you bring us?” He’s got eagle eyes on you as you carefully waddle your way down the stairs.

“I bought those bagel sandwiches that bubba was craving a few days ago. On yours, I have chicken sausage, egg, and cheese. To go with it, I got those spicy Jalapeno home fries with that cheesy chipotle sauce you drown everything in. And your tea, of course.”

Your tongue waters at the thought of getting breakfast in your mouth. So much so that you don’t even wait to sit at the table before you unwrap your sandwich and take a colossal bite. Jake’s eating at a much more measured pace standing next to you. It’s a few minutes before you slow down. Jake’s grinning fondly at you when you turn to him. 

“Darlin’, you’ve got a little something smeared on your cheek.” You scrunch your nose before dragging the napkin holder towards yourself and dragging a napkin over your entire face.

“Did I get it?” Your voice is a little sheepish as you hand him another napkin.

His voice is tender as he drags you close, tipping your face up and swabbing at your cheeks before slanting his mouth over yours. You can feel the cool metal of his ring against your cheek as you kiss him back with everything you have.

“God, Mr. Seresin. What was that for?” You’re a little breathless when he finally lets you go.

“For making me the happiest man in the world. I love you, Mrs. Seresin.” You kiss him one more time before cuddling into his arms and continuing to eat your breakfast. You love Jake with all your heart, and you love these early mornings with him even more, no matter how terribly you’ve slept or how early they have to be. You’re looking forward to these sleepy breakfasts even once your baby is born.

Want to request something for my 100 Follower Celebration? The guidelines are here! Please leave me a request in my inbox with your ask!

- XOXO Star

#star writes #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #100 follower celebration #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #top gun imagine #top gun fluff #hangman imagine #hangman fluff

[tarrenterror25]

C-can we also get a Roman Sionas? With Mafia/Gang vibes and "Do I make you nervous?"

🥺 And maybe with a short reader who's the "I woke up and chose violence every this morning" 👉👈

^just a suggestion you totally don't have to do this bit

H. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SO LATE! 😭 My brain went on a Black Mask hiatus for reasons, but it's back, baby!🔥🔥🔥 I love this combo!! I hope you like what I wrote! 💖

100 follower celebration

Roman Sionis x Short!Violent!F!Reader

Roman Sionis + Mafia/Gang + "Do I Make You Nervous?"

Roman smirks as he watches you shift awkwardly in your seat, trying to not let the slit of your dress show too much leg. You’re just a pawn that your gang is using to try and sweeten this deal and Roman knows it. He’s milking every moment of it.

“That offer is…tempting, sweetheart, but-“

“Take it or leave it, Sionis, I don’t have all day,” you snap.

Roman hates your attitude, always has, but God does he want to break it.

He rises from his seat at his desk and starts to walk to you, but you stand as well, not wanting to be intimidated by him. He just smirks and looks down at you. “Aw, look at you, trying to be all tough. Bet you hate that they got you all dolled up just for m-“

Your hand goes flying up toward his face for a slap, but he catches your wrist right before it makes contact.

Roman’s expression darkens, but your scowl remains. He leans in close to you and your heart starts to race. His gaze looks down to your cleavage where he can see the evidence of your soft shallow breaths.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he purrs. “Do I make you nervous?”

You scoff. “Never.”

“Your pulse says otherwise.”

You realize he’s still holding your wrist and harshly tear yourself from his grasp making him chuckle as he straightens up.

“I’ll take the deal,” Roman says. “On one condition.”

“My Don won’t take any-“

“My condition isn’t for your Don.”

You raise a brow.

He leans against his desk and crosses his arms. “Let me take you to dinner. I know a great spot,” he says with a smirk.

“Not a chance in hell,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. You turn on your heel and start for the door.

“Think your Don will appreciate you going back empty handed?”

He’s got you there. Ugh, you hate how smug he sounds about it, too.

You can hear his footsteps as he gets close behind you. You don’t have to look behind you to know that his front is inches from your back. He leans down so his lips are next to your ear and he whispers, “Come on, sweetheart, one date.”

You sigh and whip around to look up at him with a frown as you hold up a stern index finger. “One date, Sionis.”

He grins. “Yeah, sure, just one. Just don’t come crying when you want seconds.”

#100 follower celebration #roman sionis #roman sionis x reader #black mask #black mask x reader

[fangbangerghoul]

OKAY I'M COMIN IN UNDER THE WIRE Sensory prompt: The coppery scent of blood in the air Emotion: Adrenaline - Is that an emotion? Amped? Object: Chair Lets go with Astarion and a character of your choice that you've been wanting to write!

For you?

I'll give you the best!

wc: 799 (cause i got carried away as usual)

Today is the last day I am accepting prompts for my 100 follower celebration! Please feel free to submit one!

            The dilapidated building was unsavory as they all sat in it for a short rest. Gale used to be able to count the number of deaths he caused on his fingers before he decided to travel with Tav. Now it seemed every day there was a new blood stain on his hands, his clothes, even his face. Tav was wrapping their leg from a battle wound and Astarion and Shadowheart seemed preoccupied with their own needs. He felt his calf burn with an intensity that was unexpected and the coppery scent washed over his as he lifted his robe to see the brutal gash in his leg. The adrenaline left in his veins was pounding in his temples and his breathing still didn’t feel quite right. His eyes were focused on the wound and he was debating if traditional methods of healing would be best or if he should succumb to a quick fix with magic. The pros and cons weren’t particularly swaying him in either direction and the weight his body felt from exhaustion he wondered how much longer he could let it freely bleed.

“What do we have here?” The cool and charming tone came from Astarion who had crept up to Gale as he sat in the only viable chair. He felt a dull pressure in his knees and opted to be selfish for once and take a seat before offering it to Tav. Astarion’s presence caused a bit of caution in Gale. He was entirely comfortable around the man but there was always something that made Gale extremely curious about the red eyed charmer.

“It is nothing.” Gale said abruptly, not wanting the half elf to see his weakness. Who knows what influence he really had on Tav. They were not to pressed when Astarion confessed to be the vampire spawn he was even though he obviously was going to fed on Tav without permission. Something Gale thought that was extremely rude and dubious.

“Ah, don’t be coy now.” Astarion had a toothy grin and he swayed a bit side to side. The vampire spawn always seemed big on body language. Gale caught the tiniest of flares from Astarion’s nostrils. He knew then Astarion smelt the blood and perhaps considered only coming over to sneak a bite. Maybe just to lick his leg? Gale wasn’t entirely sure but he now he knew for certainty to not let his guard down.

“Let me take a look.” Astarion said gently his hand body and hand starting to near Gale but Gale flinched for a moment and gave an astute glare. He had hoped the vampire would heed his warning but his smirk had only lessened a fraction. “What? I’m not going to drain you dry if that’s what you think. There are tastier things out there than you wizard.”

Gale’s felt his pride hurt for a moment and his glare softened into a more offended look. He knew it was silly of him to take offense to that and perhaps instead he should be feeling more of a relief from that statement.

“I didn’t say that you were.” Gale started as he tried to relax his body to allow Astarion to get closer. He did not want to make a scene because the others were busy resting themselves. “Who knew someone like you would have something against older gentlemen.”

“You shouldn’t put words into others mouth, Gale.” Astarion’s tone seemed full of an array of emotions from teasing, flirting, even threatening and a mix of disappointment. Gale was not sure what to say to his response but hissed when Astarion poked at his flesh wound.

“Don’t be a baby.” Astrarion’s voice was like a soft gruff and before Gale realized it the dazzling companion in front of him was stitching up his wound. The closeness between the two of them was more intimate than he would have preferred but he accepted his fate as he closed his eyes. The wizard was not trying to be too mindful of the pain and after a few seconds it had stopped. He felt Astarion’s cool fingers trace up his calf where the wound was and when Gale peeked Astarion’s eyes were looking right into his. The companion had his finger covered in Gale’s blood and it held just before his lips. Astarion dipped the finger into his own mouth and Gale could hear the light pop come from his lips and the sound of his tongue move around inside his mouth. Gale was about to say something in exasperation but the vampire just smiled and pulled out his finger. “Maybe I was wrong about their being tastier companions.” He said in a thoughtful tone. Gale looked dismayed as the vampire spawn stood and walked away as if nothing ever happened.

#fang writes #bg3 #fang answers #100 follower celebration #bloodweave #astarion #bg3 fanfic #writing prompts #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep

[dickarchivist]

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #sw polls #polls #100 follower celebration

[nightghoul381]

Hello.

Congratulations on reaching 100 followers.

I would like it if you could do first kiss with Harrison (ikevil).

English is not my first language.

EEP SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST AND FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!

This is such a long time coming, I'm well past 100 followers now, but I finally had an idea for this request!

Play Acting

Harrison Gray (POV) x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluffy with a bit of spice WC: 1.2k

I usually didn’t enjoy watching Liam during practices at the Scala, I only went because I wanted to support him. I knew it made him happy, I also had the lovely experience of finding that he lied about not being upset whenever I told him I didn’t feel like going.

Instead of hurting my friend, I decided to join him anyway, boredom be damned. This show, however, had an unexpected twist. Or at least an unexpectedly stunning actress joining the troupe.

The minute our eyes met and you flashed that shy little smile at me I knew I was sunk. You tended to stay on the edges of the group, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Yet as soon as you took to the stage you captured the attention of everyone present.

It’s as though pretending to be someone else filled you with such confidence any insecurities you might feel were blown away. I have to admit I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. The way your eyes brighten and your face flushes when you receive praise for your performance, the way you play with your hair while waiting to go on stage, and most of all, the way you blush whenever I catch you looking at me.

I can’t help but be curious, and strangely enough it seems even Liam hardly knows anything about you. A mystery waiting to be unraveled. My kind of girl.

“Harry! We’re all going to go get drinks tonight to celebrate opening night! Did you want to come with us?” Liam shouts excitedly, huge grin spread across his face from the adrenaline high acting gives him.

“Everyone else is going?” I ask, trying not to seem too interested. If you were going to be there, then there was no doubt there would be a chance for me to talk to you alone since you typically seemed to avoid conversing with the rest of the cast and crew.

“Of course! It’s like an early cast party, so will you? Oh--” Liam inquired, cut off by one of the other actors and the director who were gesturing excitedly for him to join them.

“Sure, I’ll go,” I sighed, trying to keep the small rush of excitement I was feeling to a minimum.

Just as I had figured, you were with the group for the first round of drinks but soon settled against the wall a short way from the rest of them. Taking my time, I casually made my way toward you. You were so wrapped up in the conversation a few of the other performers were having that you must not have heard me come up to you.

“Hey.”

The little squeak you let out and the way your body jumps told me I’d accidentally caught you off guard.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I chuckled, absent-mindedly patting your head.

“I… um… you’re Harrison, right? Liam has mentioned you a few times,” you stammer, face bright pink with embarrassment. Damn, just how cute can you get?

“Yeah, that’s right,” I chuckle, letting my arm fall from your head and leaning against the wall next to you. Something inside me is screaming for me to get closer. To test the waters and see if you’re as interested in me as you had seemed.

I lean in close and hear you take in a sharp breath.

“Did you enjoy seeing me at the rehearsals?” I ask, my voice dropping low to keep the conversation between the two of us. “You sure seemed to be looking at me a lot.”

“I look at everyone that much!” You hastily reply, eyes stretched wide in shock.

A lie.

“Mm, and here I thought maybe I was special,” I chuckled, letting my mouth curl into a lop-sided smirk.

Your tongue darts out to lick your lips while I take a sip of my drink, your attention seemingly fixated on the way my throat moves as I swallow.

“Am I drinking funny?”

“Aah! No! I thought I saw some had spilled, that’s the only reason I was looking, honest!” You insist, waving your arms in front of you as though to emphasize that I had the wrong idea. The only problem with that was the fact that I knew, once again, you were lying.

“Tch, see… something tells me you aren’t being entirely honest,” I tease, stepping just slightly closer and bringing my face closer to yours.

“Tell me the truth now, okay? Are you interested in me?”

You hesitate, swallowing thickly and letting out the breath that you’d been holding.

“A little.”

Another lie.

It would be unfair of me to continue pushing you like this, but the adorable hue of your cheeks and the sweet way your voice catches when you respond with what is clearly a lie keeps egging me on.

“Tell me something else. Do you want me to kiss you?” I purr, bringing my lips just inches away from yours.

“N-no…” you breathe shakily. I can practically hear your heart pounding in your chest, but I’m not about to continue making you uncomfortable. Instead, I let out a sigh and lean back.

“Too bad, I was kinda hoping I might get a chance with you, but if you’re not interested I can take a hint,” I raise my hand in a wave and turn to leave.

“Wait!” You shout, voice still quiet compared to the din of the pub.

I stop in my tracks and look back over my shoulder at you questioningly.

I wait while you approach me, shyly tugging on the sleeves of your sweater.

“I changed my mind.”

Oh? I settle back against the wall and you do as well, surprisingly close to me.

“I… I am interested in you. I do want you to kiss me.” Your face is crimson now as you admit the truth, anticipation causing your fingertips to tremble slightly as you reach up to my cheeks and stand on your tiptoes, your soft lips pressing against mine briefly.

Taking a deep breath, I slip my hand behind your back, pulling you the last few inches until you’re pressed close to my body and let you deepen the kiss.

Your grip on my cheeks seems to tighten as you let yourself get lost in the kiss. The taste of your drink on your tongue as it dances against mine is intoxicating, something deep within me responding with a primal need to claim you for myself.

I let my other hand come up to cradle the back of your head, slipping my tongue into your mouth and drawing out a pleased moan. There was something so innocent, but so erotic about the moan that I had to pull myself away from the kiss before I got carried away.

“Now that we’ve established we’re interested in one another, would you like to get dinner with me tomorrow after your performance?” I ask, willing my heart to calm down at the sight of your kiss swollen lips.

“I would really like that.”

“Then it’s a date.”

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#100 follower celebration #very late response to the request 🙃 #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikevil harrison #ikemen villains harrison #harrison gray #ikevil harrison gray #ikemen villains harrison gray

[bigtreefest]

ST’s 100 Follower Celebration: Truth or Dare 🥳🎉🍾

As I’m about to hit 100 followers, I’d love to celebrate! Let’s play a game for the special occasion!

Game Rules: Send in an ask to my ask box! In it, you can put a truth or a dare (or both!), and I’ll do my best to fulfill it!!

Now, this isn’t anything under the sun, but it can be a wide range of things. Here’s a guide if you need help:

Truths: Do you want to know more about me? My hobbies or qualities? Do you want to know more about the characters in my fics? Or why they do certain things? Maybe you care about my take on a hot topic (within reason)?

Dares: You want me to post the last line I wrote? Or maybe a blurb/Drabble having to do with one of your favorite characters? This would be the chance!

It can definitely be anonymous, but I’d love to interact more and see what people have to say!!

When is this going on? RIGHT NOW! Send in your asks indicating if they’re a truth or dare between now and Monday, April 1. I will answer them that week (or sooner if I’m a productive girlie)!!!

#ST’s 100 follower truth or dare game #100 followers #100 follower game #100 follower celebration #100 follower truth or dare game #truth or dare #ask st

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

//hey what

//um uh. send me an ask sometime in the next 24 hours and i'll doodle your character or a canon character of your choice! human or pokemon, doesn't matter. please include some kind of reference of your character (and/or a bulbapedia link if they're canon) and one of the expressions from the art meme below.

(art meme by @taffybuns)

#ooc post #pkmn irl #100 follower celebration #does not have to be good art for the reference. i can work from a crappy doodle or w/e i just need something #i'll try to do as many as i can curse permitting. people i've interacted with will be prioritized though

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Mooooo ! I love you so much bby 💕 my I request one with Alfie with the touch starved prompts “you never have to earn my affection-not now, not ever” and “I’m never more at peace than when I’m in yours arms”? Thank you lovely❤️❤️

My baby girl!!!!!!! Ugh thank you so much for sending this in. Did my heart ache writing this? Yes. Did my stomach hurt? Also yes. Am I sorry for it? NO. WE DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR EMO HOURS IN THIS HOUSE. Hehehe Anyway I love ya so much I hope you enjoyyyyyy.

100 Follower Celebration: Your Love is Enough

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

There were many perks that came with being Alfie's woman. While there was certainly a good deal of danger lurking around, there was an undeniable air of safety you had due to all the eyes watching. You got access to all the hot goings on around the city. You lived comfortably. And above all, you got to love Alfie Solomons fully and purely and unabashed. There was only one downside really... the talk.

It was no secret that you were significantly younger than Alfie. It was something you and Alfie never shied away from and didn't feel a need to. Regardless of any age difference, you and Alfie understood each other on a cosmic level, a way no one else could. You loved him with your whole heart and soul and Alfie would burn down the world if you asked him to. You were one. And anyone who truly knew you and Alfie knew that this was true love. That this was the type of love and devotion that epics were written about and empires crumbled over. But there were always going to be people who didn't know. Always going to be people who didn't understand.

You were perusing fabric patterns in the shop down the street one early afternoon, looking for the final pattern to add to a quilt you were making for Ollie's soon to be born first child. You delicately touched the cotton blends along an aisle, imagining how it would look along the squares you had already picked, taking mental note as to what was available.

"I just cannot imagine what he sees in her. I mean... she is a child isn't she?"

Your ears perked up to the tone. It was Mrs. Vorsed from down the corner, the one you waved to every morning without even a smile in return. Another voice responded, "You know how men are. They just want a little toy to play house with until they find a wife."

Who on earth could they be talking about?

"Mr. Solomons needs a real woman in his home. My Portia knows what it means to be a lady of the house, and knows her place. I mean that girl he is shacked up with... I can hear her shouts and laughter from down the street! What does she know about keeping a home, much less keeping a man?"

A snicker erupts, "Well I'm sure she won't last long. He'll tire of her eventually when he realizes what he truly needs. Then Portia can swoop right in!"

The cackles fade away with the sharp chops of heavy footed steps. Despite your efforts, the knot in your throat never went down. You lungs refused to take in breath as the words spun in your mind. How could they say those things so confidently? They didn't even know you. They never even stepped foot into the house, how could they know how you keep it? Alfie never said more than a good morning to Mrs. Vorsed. How could they know anything about you or Alfie? Yet their words kept spinning and spooling around in your mind. What if... what if they were right?? What if people saw something that you couldn't see? What if you had deluded yourself into thinking that Alfie was truly happy and in love with you? What if he was unhappy but didn't want to tell you out of duty. It all became too much in your chest, and you left the store without your fabric, but the weight of the world on your chest.

That evening Alfie could not wait to get home to you. Every evening Alfie nearly buzzed at the prospect of coming home to see your face again, and wrap himself around you, getting as close as possible. You made his day better. You made his life brighter and joyful and meaningful. It made all the business and badness worth it. Stepping through the threshold with a press to the mezuzah, Alfie calls out, "Sweet girl! I'm home! You in the kitchen darling?"

He hears you call back and smiles wide, stomach growling hungry for supper and you. Taking off his coat and hat he ambles into the kitchen, watching you stir something magical in the massive soup pot. "My dove ,my angel, my joy, what are you doing? Making food for the Royal Navy are we?"

You turn to him, and he can clearly see that something is wrong. Your lips are quivering and poorly attempting to portray a smile, and your eyes are glassy and red rimmed. He feels a stab in his chest, "Now wait a minute treacle... what's got you crying?"

You wiped your cheek and turned away, "I'm not crying."

With a scoff he grabs your chin gently, turning you to face him, "I thought we didn't lie to each other my sweet. Especially since you're the worst liar since the Garden of Eden. Why are you crying? Come on now confess."

You shrugged as Alfie's hands moved up and down your arms, "It's nothing. Stupid really I shouldn't be crying."

"Nah nah. It ain't stupid if it's got my sweet girl crying like that. Out with it."

The tears kept falling, though you tried to keep an even tone, "I just... I heard some women talking. Mrs. Vorsed and another lady."

Alfie rolled his eyes, "Always a bad sign. C'mon what else."

You sniffled, "And... well... they said that... I wasn't good enough for you. That I didn't know how to be a good woman to you. And that you would be better off with someone else. That you would soon grow tired of me. That I'm not deserving of you, and Portia Vorsed would be a better match for you."

The tears started coming harder, and you couldn't help the shaking of your body. Alfie's stomach dropped, and rage replaced it. Alfie shook your shoulders a bit in his passion, "What the fuck is wrong with them? Treacle, Mrs. Vorsed is the worst gossip in Camden, and doesn't know anything about anything. She hasn't got anything better to do but talk absolute shit. Portia, right? She is the silliest woman in town, she can't even do basic arithmetic because she's too busy being an idiot. I mean fuck me treacle I can barely say good morning to Mrs. Vorsed without getting proper fucking agitated!"

Alfie kissed your forehead and brought you to his chest, "YOU are the one for me. I don't give a shit what Mrs. Vorsed or what any other decrepit woman or idiot man thinks. You are my life. You are my stars and my moon and my sun alright? You don't have to be 'good enough' for me. Fuck you just are. You never have to earn my love. You've always had it. Even before I knew you my old and brittle heart was yours. You got that?"

You nodded, the tears pooling in his shirt. Alfie pulled you away from him to look into your eyes. "And treacle I don't even think Mrs. Vorsed can see more than a meter in front of her so she probably has no clue who she is talking about."

You laughed despite the tears and Alfie grinned. All he wanted to do every day was to make you smile. He was convinced that was what he was put on this earth to do. You put your hand to his face, feeling him lean into the warmth of your palm. "I just want to love you and care for you like you do me. I just worry that I don't do enough sometimes."

He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips, "Ah my sweet. I'm never more at peace than when I'm in your arms. I'm never more at home than when you're next to me. The whole business could go to shit and I'd still be the richest man in the world because I have the greatest treasure in you. And I mean that my love. You believe your old man right?"

You nod. The lump in your throat finally dissapated and the weight melted away. There was truly no love like Alfie's and yours. People could talk all they want. People could make any assumptions they wanted. That didn't change what was true. And what was true was that you and Alfie belonged to each other and would for all of eternity.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #100 follower celebration

[magicaltickles]

So uh

What do y'all want in celebration?

#im willing to do multiple different things i just need ✨ideas✨ #og posts #sfw tickling #tickle #tickle blog #tword blog #sfw tk community #tickle sfw #sfw twords #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tickle thoughts #tickle tease #100 follower celebration

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

CONGRATS STAR!

I’m here for Jake and “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.” 🫠🫠

Cassie! Thanks for your congratulations! Here is your cute and fluffy Jake blurb for “What are you doing up?”, “My personal heater went away.” I hope you like it! 🥰😁

I Wouldn't Want This Without You

In hindsight, you should've known that you could take the Texan out of Texas, but he'd never really like the snow. Jake was so fond of you that when you'd suggested spending two weeks skiing in Colorado over Christmas and New Year's, he'd agreed almost immediately. He'd gone all out. He'd booked an apartment with a fireplace and views of the slopes, purchased ski gear and premium passes for the slopes, and done everything. And his excitement was catching. You'd been starry-eyed, dreaming of the trip for the entire month before you were due to leave.

The two of you had driven up to your AirBnB in the middle of a snowstorm the night before. Seeing the fat flakes drift lazily down from the sky, glistening in the late afternoon light, was intoxicating. While Jake had checked you in, you'd hopped out of the passenger seat, your head upturned, letting the flakes dust across your cheeks and catch in your hair and eyelashes. Jake had twirled you about in the snow, a childlike gleam in his eyes at the sight. Of course, the cold had set in later that night, and you’d walked out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweats to find the fireplace roaring and Jake wearing flannel-lined pants, thick socks, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and a sweater over it. He’d complained that he was cold until he fell asleep.

On your first day on the mountain, you’d been up with the birds, excitement flowing through your veins at the thought of the crisp, clean powder that had been falling from the sky all night. Jake, on the other hand, had reached for you, grumbled under his breath while still asleep, and rucked all the blankets around his body until all you could see was the top of his head. It made you giggle, looking at him as you got ready to hit the ski lifts.

Jake finally left the bed 45 minutes later when the scent of coffee yanked him out of his dreams. That was pretty much what the rest of the day had been like. You'd had a blast coursing down the slopes, rejoicing in the perfect snow and conditions. Jake spent most of the day falling on his ass. You should probably correct yourself in your earlier statements. Jake had thought of everything on your trip except ski lessons for himself.

"Sweets, I'm going to have a bruise the size of Texas on my ass when we get to the apartment." He'd groused on more than one occasion before he sidled up to you and murmured, "You're going to kiss it better, right?"

And you’d brushed the snow out of his parka each time, kissed his cold-bitten pink lips, and told him to try again. As the day progressed, you’d seen how the cold had sapped his good mood and how he struggled to stay cheerful for you. He’d nearly fallen asleep into his food when you ate dinner at the lodge. When Jake had face flopped onto the bed exhausted, you’d undressed him and tucked the blankets around his shoulders before curling into his arms. You’d fallen asleep soon after him, your body and mind just as exhausted after the relentless onslaught of the weak winter sun and biting cold.

Everything is dark when you wake up. The bedroom is illuminated only by the glowing embers of the fire and the blue glow from the snow piled up on the mountain town. The alarm clock glowing on the coffee table tells you it is just past 3AM. You’re still exhausted, but your mind won’t let you sleep, no matter how you curl into Jake’s arms. Fifteen minutes of tossing and turning later, you carefully slip out of his arms, padding silently out to sit on the sofa in front of the colossal windows in the living room. It’s started snowing again since the two of you had turned in for the night, and you’re content to sit and just observe the snow as it falls.

As you do, your mind turns to Jake. Things hadn’t always been smooth between you.  In fact, he’d hated your guts when you were first introduced to each other. You were a friend of Natasha’s, Phoenix, as her squadron knew her, and she’d wanted you to meet the people she trusted her life with every day. You thought you’d been nice when you met him, introducing yourself and striking up a conversation with him like you would have anyone else. Phoenix had told you he flirted with everyone under the sun, so that’s what you’d expected. But what you got instead was a stand-offish rude man who’d greeted you perfunctorily and then walked away. Your rampant lack of self-esteem had taken it to mean that you were too ugly to flirt with. The more you saw Jake, the more you hated yourself. Everything had reached a fever pitch the day you’d been stood up at the Hard Deck on a blind date. You’d walked up to the pool table, handed Tasha your bag, and locked yourself in the bathroom.

Jake had been the person to get you out of there a couple of hours later. He’d wheedled and charmed until you giggled on the other side of the door and hugged you tight when you finally stepped out. The rest, as they say, was history. Of course, he’d gotten the shovel talk of all shovel talks from Natasha, but you adored him. It’s been nearly a year since that fateful night, and you couldn’t imagine your life as it was before Jake. You love Jake. You love him with all your heart. So how are you going to tell him? You’re not a nun. Far from it. Your sex life with Jake has been mind-blowing. Every time you’re intimate with him, your orgasms take your breath away. And you know he loves you too. So why can’t you tell him?

You’re startled out of your thoughts when an arm wraps around your shoulder.

“Jake, what are you doing up?” You nuzzle into his chest as he drapes the blankets he’s carried from the bed around you.

“My personal heater went away, sweets.” He presses a kiss against your temple before tugging you into his lap. “The real question is, what are you doing up?”

“I just woke up, and my mind wouldn’t quiet down enough to let me get back to sleep.” You shrug, playing with one of the tassels on the blanket’s edge as you stare out over the snowy vista.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” His arms are so warm as you cuddle closer to him. “Please tell me, beautiful, especially if I did something wrong. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did. C’mon, sweetheart.”

Your resulting sigh is shuddery as you play with his fingers. “It’s not anything you did, Jake. Not intentionally, anyhow.” You turn in his arms and straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist as you cup his face in your hands. 

“So, what is it, gorgeous?” You can see something way too close to resignation on his face as you peer into his eyes in the half-light. “If you want to break up with me 'cause I can’t ski to save my life, can it wait until we’re home?”

“I’m not breaking up with you, Jake.” You swallow, trying to collect the words. “I love you. So, so much. But what’s happened, I don’t know if we’re, if you’re ready for.”

You can’t see his face when you say the next words, so you snap your eyes closed before finally spitting the words out. “I’m pregnant. 10 weeks. I found out a week ago. And I know I should’ve told you sooner. But you’re away so much, and while you love being an uncle, that’s different than being a dad. I didn’t want this to be the reason why we fell apart. M’so”

You’re cut off by the sweetest kiss Jake has ever pressed against your lips. His tongue slides soothingly across your bottom lip, pressing into the seam of your mouth until you’re kissing him with all the passion he’s kissing you. You’re breathing raggedly when he pulls away, and you open your eyes. This is a look on Jake’s face you’ve never seen before. 

“I love you, gorgeous. You make me the happiest man in the world every day I wake up by your side. And now you’re giving me a family? I never thought I’d have that happy home to return to before you. I’m going to take care of you and this baby. I promise.” 

You kiss him wrapping your arms around his neck before fishing your phone out of the pile of blankets around you both.

“Want to see the pregnancy test and come to my 12-week scan when we get back home?” 

“Yeah, sweets.” His voice sounds so fond as the two of you go through the pictures.

“Merry Christmas, Jake.” He presses a kiss against your jaw before setting his palm against your lower stomach. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I love you both. We’ll figure out all of the rest of this together.”

Want to request something for my 100 Follower Celebration? The guidelines are here! Please leave me a request in my inbox with your ask!

- XOXO Star

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[tarrenterror25]

congratulations babes!! this celebration sounds so fun! may i please have:

“I like having you around.” + din djarin + Character Canon

(feel free to take your time and i hope you're having a lovely day🖤)

Hey, friend!! I'm having a great day 💕

Thank you for sending in this request! 💕 This one was right at the 500 word mark because I almost got carried away! ✨

100 follower celebration

Din Djarin x Reader

Din Djarin + Character Canon + "I like having you around."

Your time with him is at its end. Din is reunited with the child and now redeemed as a Mandalorian. Standing in the town square of Nevarro where the remnants of IG-11 stand as a memorial is where you choose to part ways.

"So I guess this is it," you say reluctantly.

"Yeah," Din replies.

The child, Grogu, babbles and reaches his arms out to you from where he is in Din's arms. You gently take him from the Mandalorian's arms.

"Come here, little one," you say as you cradle him. "I think I'll miss you the most."

Grogu coos back at you and you hear Din let out a heavy sigh.

You sense that he wants to tell you something. Din has never been great with words and you've always helped him vocalize his thoughts and feelings, but this time, you don't want to step in for him. This time you want to hear him say it himself.

"Take care of your father, you hear?" you say to Grogu.

Now you sigh. "You're lucky you have a telepathic link. I know sometimes he can be," you glance over at Din, "difficult in saying what he wants."

Din steps closer to you so you can pass off Grogu back into his arms. Your eyes never leave his visor and though you can't see his face, you know he's holding your gaze.

"So, we say goodbye?" Din asks like he's unsure, his tentativeness coming through the vocoder.

"Unless there's something you have to say to me," you reply.

The Mandalorian shifts his weight from one foot to another as he adjusts Grogu in his arms. "It's not that simple," he says.

You can't help but cross your arms and furrow your brow. "It is Din," you argue. "Just say it."

"You sound like you already know," he notes, but you're not letting him off that easy.

"I'm not a mind reader, Din, nor do I want to be," you say. "I want to hear you say it otherwise...it doesn't mean the same to me."

There's a long moment of silence between the two of you as you stand there with the citizens of Nevarro bustling around you. Grogu coos curiously and you start to turn on your heel to walk away.

"Wait," Din says taking a step after you.

"I like having you around," he finally says. "Maybe...maybe this doesn't have to be goodbye...Unless you want it to be."

Your smile is one of happiness and relief. "I don't want this to be goodbye," you say.

You walk over to him, take hold of one of his hands, and your other comes up to rest on Grogu who babbles happily from where he's cradled in Din's arm.

"I like being around," you say.

#100 follower celebration #din djarin x reader #mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #mando x reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x y/n

[zablife]

Secret Desires

Alfie Solomons x reader

Summary: Alfie’s been keeping an eye on the new worker at his bakery.  What happens when he becomes jealous of the object of your affection?

Author’s Note: Requested by @solomons-finest-rum for my 100 follower celebration. I hope you enjoy this fic of a reader and jealous (but not dark) Alfie!

Warnings: ethnic slur

“Just keep to yourself and don’t ask any questions. He hates it when you ask too many questions,” Ollie said in a near whisper, escorting you down a darkened corridor. Your head turned in every direction looking for the mysterious Mr. Solomons who Ollie treated as a spectral presence, someone who had eyes everywhere.  Although you were expected, you didn’t seem to be particularly welcome in this new place. Workers stared at you menacingly when they passed, making you wish you hadn’t accepted Ollie’s help finding a job.

You knew he was trying to do a good deed, promising your mother he could find you work at Alfie Solomons’ bakery. Of course, your mother had no idea it was a front for an illegal rum business, but you weren’t dumb. Ollie had known that about you from your days together at school. He felt badly for you when your father died and you had to leave to care for your mother and younger siblings. Ollie made sure to check up on your family and offer his help as often as he could, but your mother was proud and refused to accept anything more than the occasional loaf of bread.

You were grateful for the chance to make money, but you weren’t sure what you’d be doing in this strange place. Exiting the narrow passageway, Ollie showed you to the bakery that acted as a front. He explained your duties as an actual baker, which made you chuckle.  Like the light and dark rum being made behind the far wall, you would bake white and brown bread. You were a hard worker though and didn’t complain. You spent the first three weeks baking continuously until your arms ached and your skin felt charred by the hot ovens. In all that time you had never come across Mr. Solomons and you wondered if he was a real person or a rumor invented by the workers to frighten new employees.

Ollie had warned you that Alfie was never far away and knew everything that went on in his bakery. You didn’t know how true that statement was until one morning when you were hunched outside devouring your breakfast. Now that you had a bit of money, you enjoyed an Italian pastry from across town once in awhile. It was a harmless indulgence that put weight back on your slight frame. The taste of the confections a heavenly distraction from your dull life. 

It must have been later in the morning than you realized when you heard Ollie whistling. He had already begun opening the doors and you would be late if you didn’t hurry. Rounding the corner with the half eaten delight in your hand, you bumped into Ollie who was headed to the skip. 

“Y/n! What are you doing? Get inside before-“ but he had stopped when he spotted the pastry in your hand. Walking in quick, funny little steps he peered down at you. “Where did that come from?” He said eyes wide. You couldn’t understand the harm. You would finish it and begin your day as he had asked. “Is that from Sabini’s??” Ollie said in a slight panic, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I always have a treat on payday,” you explained harmlessly as you licked your fingers. “Well don’t let Alfie see it! They’re not on good terms right now and Alfie won’t like the idea of you fraternizing with the enemy.” You nodded, but as soon as Ollie was out of sight, you rolled your eyes. No one was going to start a gang war over a pastry so you thought your ritual wouldn’t hurt if you kept it a secret. 

You had a change of heart when you heard the stomp of heavy boots and the click of your employer’s cane against the cement floor. “Ollie!!” He bellowed from just inside. You were suddenly terrified of being caught. All your courage was draining from you. Heeding Ollie’s warning, you devoured the sfogliatelle you held as quickly as possible, although your brain begged you to slow down so you could enjoy the exquisite taste. You hastily wiped the crumbs from your lips and crumpled the paper bag, hiding it behind your back,  just as Alfie appeared in the doorway. 

“Is Ollie about?” Alfie asked looking around the alleyway. He sounded as though he was already irritated despite it being the start of the day. 

“He’s taking out the bins,” you managed to say, trying to sound casual. You gave Alfie a quick smile hoping he wouldn’t interrogate you further. 

Alfie studied you for a moment, noticing the way your face seemed too eager and pleasing in his presence. He studied you for a moment furrowing his brow before he tapped his cane to your arm lightly. 

“What’s this then?” Alfie asked suspiciously.

“A bit of rubbish, sir. I’ll throw it out and get to work,” you promised. Your eyes darted to the door and you moved toward the bakery when Alfie grabbed the bag from your hands in one swift movement. You hadn’t thought he could be so nimble and you gasped in surprise. 

Alfie unfurled the bag, reading the name on the front quickly before looking back at you with daggers in his eyes. You looked away shamefully, not knowing what would come next.

After a moment, Alfie spoke up with an enigmatic question. “Have you ever been to Timbuktu?” 

You shook your head slowly, watching his facial features for some hint of what he could be thinking. 

“Would you like to go?” He asked in a warning tone, eyes looking dark and foreboding.

You swallowed thickly before finding your voice, “No,” you whispered, locking eyes with your boss.

“Visit Sabini’s again and I’ll ship you off in a barrel, treacle,” he said eyes dancing with mischief. Although his words were menacing, they didn’t carry much weight as a true threat when Alfie began to smirk. 

Suddenly softening, he asked with curiosity, “You actually like this?” His conversational tone putting you at ease. 

“Well, um…yes, I have a sweet tooth, I reckon,” you confessed with a grin. 

Alfie nodded thoughtfully and scratched his beard with a ringed hand. “Right, well, that’s your misfortune love. A decent baker don’t have to embellish with chocolate and cream and…” he waved his hand in the air to suggest other equally unappealing options. “Fuckin’ awful that stuff! Wops don’t know a thing about makin’ a proper dough.” 

“You seeing a lad in their bakery?” He asked suddenly. Your employer was weaving in and out of conversations so quickly you could barely keep up. 

“I…no, Mr. Solomons,” you said confused. 

“Good, I was hopin’ you’d say that, pet,” Alfie replied with a hint of a smile.

You were thoroughly confused. One moment you thought you’d be fired and the next Alfie was asking about your love life.

“In that case, come inside and I’ll show you how to make challah. Won’t need anymore of them frilly desserts once you’ve had my bread.”  Then he took you by the hand and guided you inside. You dropped the pastry bag on the ground and followed Alfie inside eager to learn all his secrets. 

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[fangbangerghoul]

Oh, oh, oh!

Silent field surrounded by fog; Anxiety/Being really tense; and a pair of gloves.

I've been dying to see how you write Halsin, so your OC / one of your OCs in BG3 x Halsin.

The cool sensation of mist wrapped around her body before a rough hand in fabric grabbed her chin. This was when she opened her eyes and saw the perpetrator in the flesh. Their appearance was not memorable, but their actions were unforgivable. Ghoul felt the rage surge through her veins like molten lava cracking through the crust of the earth.             “You will be sorry for this.” She growled her tension manifesting into bitterness without a second thought. Ghoul felt her arms and legs bound and noticed she was unarmed. The captor just chortled, the wrinkles in his face crunching up like the withering of dried leaves. A soft step in the misty field ahead drew both of their attention and a tall figure emerged.             “You actually came.” A scoff came from the man that held her and soon the figure was more visible to Ghoul. She felt her anger dissipate but slither into a panicked distress. Halsin stood before them his demeanor a calm on the outside, but she could feel the ripples of tension radiate through his shoulders. She had never seen the druid look so fierce as he did now, dangerous even. The gloved hand that held her chin roughly threw her face to the side with enough force causing her to fall to the ground. The grass and dirt tickled her skin and the small rocks within it scratched at her with irritation. “You are an overconfident fool.” The captor chided as he raised his blade. “None can withstand Nature’s wrath.” Halsin growled and it was like syrup accompanied with the edge of a razor.

I haven't written Halsin before T.T (hopefully there is enough of him in there to sate your desire!)

BUT I did my best and I hope you like it!

word count: 266 (its becoming obvious that 200 might be the minimum for me)

Thank you so much for submitting a prompt for my 100 follower celebration! You've been a godsend at times for Delgado dialogue! I can't wait to see you back in the saddle of writing personally!

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