#also thanks Nonny love ya ❤️

[aheathen-conceivably]

Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Nonny! Bless you! This is is the nonsense I live for.

Okay okay we’re gunna assume they’re real but also like I’m selecting these independently, so you know when I pick my bestie’s husband as my partner I’m not causing drama…👀

Bestie

I mean come on, it’s gotta be Zelda, right? Like imma be real, maybe I would like it to be Jo, but at this point in my life ain’t no way I could keep up with her 😂

I just wanna vibe, talk about books and stories, maybe sit in silence sometimes, have some wine if I’m feeling wild. Plus I feel like Zelda has just enough of a proclivity toward the grand and the romantic that I would love to have a long winded conversation with her into the wee hours of the night.

Spouse/Partner

Welp. Sorry bestie. I’m picking your husband. It’s Antoine. Seriously, is anyone even the mildest bit surprised? I don’t think I’ve made any effort to hide that my ~type~ is the moody broken artist who you just can’t understand. Did I maybe give him some of my own IRL husband’s qualities? I plead the fifth….

But also on his positive qualities, the domestic, loyal side of Antoine is very important to me in a partner and his (newfound) emotional strength for Zelda is very attractive. Which speaking of, I mean his attractiveness is obviously a factor here too 👀

Secret Lover

Against Antoine? I have to pick a secret lover when I already have Antoine? How dare you 😭

Okay okay, honestly, I think imma have to go with Georgiana. What? I can do with some fancy gifts and maybe a few trips around the world if she’s feeling wild. Plus, she has the broken artist vibes too oops 🤣

Friendly Rival

Ya know, I think probably Rosella. I know y’all all love her, but she’s definitely got some qualities that would make me wanna be her friend but also probably shit talk and maybe even dislike her from time to time. Like I gave Rosella my love of fashion, but likewise also some of my vanity and vapidity that I’ve worked on curbing. So I think we would have a lot of similarities and enjoy a great friendship, but then also turn around and side eye the hell out of eachother sometimes.

Enemy

Low key, maybe Jo? I feel like if we crossed paths somewhere and shit went bad, it would go real bad. Like we are both stubborn as hell, sure of ourselves, and even a touch manipulative if we need to be. I also don’t think either of us really responds well to someone with similar qualities as us, so there would probably be a bit of bristling because of that too.

Can…can we make it enemies to lovers though? Or just ya know, enemies with a side of secret lovers? 🫣

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Also, also….I can’t resist doing this for my babies the Plotts so with little to no explanation:

Best Friend: Chad (if he will have me) Partner: Ale (sad lasagna boys for life) Secret Lover: Can I deep cut pick Sade AND Chet when I'm an agent in the anachronistic 70s spy office? Yes, I pick yes. Friendly Rival: Hinoki (forever and always) Enemy: Poppy (please see the Jo energy above)

(psttt psttt @theplottdump for you my fellow potato brain)

#ask #answered #with a touch more introspection than needed sorry gang 🤣 #also thanks Nonny love ya ❤️

[fayes-fics]

Hi honeyyyy ❤️ I wanted to know how you think Benedict would react to him learning that his wife is considered a milf amongst his son’s friends? I can totally see him getting jealous me possessive but what are your thoughts

Thank u

Hi there Nonny! 🫶

Ooh I’ve never thought about this sort of question before. 🤔

Yknow I’ve never headcanoned Benedict as that jealous. Yes he’s a little insecure about himself and his place in the world in the show, but I think once he meets the woman who loves him as much as he loves her, he grows more sure of himself and is confident and comfortable with their bond.

I definitely could see him roleplaying as jealous/dominant as sexy fun time with his wife of course (“all those men were looking at you tonight, but you are mine, say it” etc).

I think once they are older and have teenaged children, he would likely find it amusing if their son’s friends fancy her (“they are not wrong my love, you have always been very sexy” and then proceed to ruin her), but he knows, even with greying temples, his wife isn’t going to stray to these silly little boys when she has him, a real man, between her thighs every night. Ya get me?

Also from her perspective she is MORE than satisfied by her husband. Cos if there is one other thing I do headcanon Benedict as, it’s the best fuck ever (he’s all about sensual experiences) - so why would she even entertain the idea of crappy fast food when she has gourmet prized beef at home??! Even into their 50s, she is clutching the headboard every night and screaming.

Anthony on the other hand…. hooo boyyy, he might as well pee a circle around his wife when anyone so much as looks her way, especially teenage boys. Which she finds utterly hilarious. And sexy.

Sorry I wittered on there. I could talk for ages about how I headcanon these boys lol. I could well be way off-base, especially for Benedict as he hasn’t taken central focus yet, but I have a very clear version of them in my head that I of course use when writing fics.

Thanks for your ask, it was fun 😁🧡🧡

#faye answers #headcanons #benedict bridgerton

[holdmytesseract]

hey my love ❤️ can I resquest u something?

daryl is expecting a child with the reader where he is super excited but he also spends his time outside, looking for things for his baby.. but he receives a call from rick saying that his girlfriend is in the infirmary and when he arrives he finds out that the reader lost the pregnancy and he takes care of her and pampers her a lot those days after they both take great care of each other, because he will also be super sad😭

Sorry for my bad english 🤦

Into Shards

Daryl Dixon x pregnant!Reader

Summary: When Daryl is outside the walls, looking for stuff for yours and his baby, he gets called back by Rick - only to come home to devastating news...

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! Miscarriage! pregnancy things, walkers, fluff, bit blood

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: Hi nonny! Thank you for the request! ☺️💚 I am honest... I don't know if I should love this one, or not. I tried to write a bit action as well, but it probably isn't the best... Hope you like it nevertheless! 🙈

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Masterlist

"'M goin' back out today. That okay for ya?" Daryl asked, while buttoning up the last few buttons of his black shirt and rolling up the sleeves. You smiled at him, stretched and stood up; leaving the cosy bedsheets behind. "Of course." You said, stepping closer and watching him slip in his angel-winged vest. Both your hands found their way on his chest, softly tugging on the cold, smooth fabric of the famous leather vest. "As long as you're coming back to us..." You whispered with a smile; your eyes never leaving his beautiful blue-greyish ones.

Us... The word hit Daryl like a ton of bricks - in the best way possible, though. It caused the ends of his nerves to sizzle. An overwhelming feeling of warmth and love flooding his veins. Us... He couldn't stop himself from smiling that signature sweet, small, boyish smile. "Ain't gonna ever leave ya two alone," he stated, shaking his head. One hand settled on your left hip, while the other found your yet non-existent baby bump. Although Daryl always stated, that he was already able to feel the tiny, innocent life. Despite the fact that you were barely eight to ten weeks along - according to Siddiq. Whenever he said that, you'd just giggle and shake your head.

"'M always goin' to come back for ya. 'Specially now." Your smile even widened; one hand reaching up to brush a chestnut brown curl out of his handsome face. "I know." You stood on your tippy-toes to brush your lips against his; eyelids fluttering shut.

"I can't convince you to let me join you, can I?" Daryl scoffed playfully, shaking his head. "Absolutely not. Ain't lettin' you walk around out there." You sighed, but giggled. "Thought so... Take care out there, yes? Be safe." Your boyfriend nodded. "'Course. Promised." "Good." You kissed him again. "I'll be back 'fore the sun's goin' down."

Daryl grabbed his crossbow then, his knives and took one of the pick-up's. His bike would've been a bit too small for his task ahead. With a last look at you and a soft smile, he left Alexandria; off to find and scavenge stuff for the baby.

Around midday, Daryl was already several miles away from home, searching every square inch of a few smaller cities around D.C. Daryl knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to be close to such a big city, but that didn't scare him.

Now he was sneaking down the streets of a rather very small city he didn't know the name of. Not much houses, only a few shops. His eyes landed on an old building. Not big and plain. Unimportant, unnecessary. He was about to walk past it, when he recognised the small sign over the old, rusty door... 'Smith's Baby Store'. Wasn't that exactly what he was looking for? "Finally," he muttered to himself under his breath, drawing his knives. With his foot, he kicked against the unstable door, listening for any signs of walkers. Nothing.

Carefully, he opened the door. It didn't budge at first, but with a little more strength, it finally gave in - as if someone was inside it before him. Looking around to check the street for any stray walkers - which wasn't the case, he stepped inside the small house. Daryl noticed immediately, that this house was constructed very... strange. The door didn't lead straight into the shop. It led into a long, dark hallway - with only three other doors. One on the left, one on the right and one at the end of the hallway. Daryl sneaked on quiet feet down the squeaking hallway; the old wood creaking underneath his weight. He checked the two rooms on the sides first, but found nothing. One room was already scavenged. Not much things were left. Most of the items useless and broken. The other room was nothing more than a broom closet with dusty cleaning supplies.

Daryl let out a slightly annoyed groan, before he made his way to the last room. The sparse wooden door wasn't locked. It was slightly ajar, making it easy for the archer to open it. The door led into a big room, full of shelves and cupboards, in which several baby things were. A smile twitched at the corners of Daryl's lips. Jackpot. But just a moment later, his expression shifted into a frown. The building had been clearly scavenged already, so... Why leave this room out? Why not take these things as well?

The answer got the archer only seconds after the thought had crossed his mind. He took a few steps inside the room - and immediately felt the floor giving softly in underneath him; bending under his weight. The wood was rotten, dilapidated and more than unstable. Daryl walked backwards again, biting his lip and weighing his options. Should he risk it? Should he not? He didn't know what was beneath the floor. Perhaps the basement? He could've sworn he had seen a small stair in the other room, leading down to a door. The basement couldn't be that bad, could it? And perhaps the floor held him, so... Daryl had been way too long on his way today and the past days - weeks. He didn't want to go home once again empty handed.

So, he took the risk - and paid for it almost immediately. The old wood held his weight the first time and also the second time - but not the third. It gave in underneath him, creaking and aching, causing the archer to fall - like he had predicted into the basement. With a thud, he landed on his back, groaning. "Shit." Only a tiny window let the sunlight in and illuminated the dark, dusty and... smelly room. His ears were ringing from the fall, his senses blinded for a moment, causing him to not realise instantly, what he got himself into.

Only when the sounds of low snarls and snapping teeth urged slowly but surely to his ears, he realised. Daryl's eyes widened in shock and surprise, before he scrambled to get up from the cold ground. The window didn't let much light in... But enough to show that said basement was filled with more than just two walkers... Way more than two. Daryl grimaced - in pain and frustration. "Damn it!" The walkers noticed him, of course, immediately and went straight at him. Daryl reached for his knife to get rid of the first undead, attacking him; all the while scanning the room for the door. He had to get out of this.

Unfortunately - just in that moment, while he was fighting the undead, started his walkie talkie to give forth some static hissing, before Rick's voice echoed across the basement. "Daryl?!" The archer got rid of another walker, plunging his knife into its rotten skull, before retrieving the weapon again, and reached for the walkie talkie attached to his belt. He thought it had been the last one, but just as he was about to answer his brother, another walker lunged at Daryl from behind, with such an impact that the little, black device slipped from Daryl's hand, along with his knife. A grunt left his lips as he tried to get the undead man away from him. He turned and stumbled to the ground with the walker landing on top of him. Its foul breath hitting Daryl's face; rotten teeth snapping at him, mere inches from his neck. "Daryl?! Do you copy?!" Rick's voice called out for him again. Daryl gritted his teeth and used all his force to shove the undead away from him. Quickly he reached for his knife and killed the walker. Panting, he fell back on his back, catching his breath. "Come on, Daryl! It's urgent!" Rick sounded almost desperate by now. Daryl took a deep breath and stood up to get the walkie talkie. "Rick? Rick! I'm here." He panted, wiping some blood from his face. "Sorry, man. Had to get rid of a few walkers."

Rick answered instantly. "Thank god. Daryl, you gotta get back here! Quick!" The man frowned, making his way to the small door of the basement. "Why?" "Y/N's in the infirmary! She-" Rick's voice broke and Daryl's heart dropped. You were in the infirmary? Fear and panic immediately started to rise within the archer. "Rick?!" He literally screamed into the walkie talkie, "Rick!" but all he got in return was static hissing. "Fuck's sake!" The archer cursed and slammed the device on the ground, before he literally run up the stairs and out of the house. Something was wrong, if you were in the infirmary - and whatever it was, he had to get back to Alexandria as fast as possible.

The gates got opened immediately, as soon as Daryl approached Alexandria. The archer didn't even bother to park the pic-up on its rightful place. He jumped out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut; seeing Rick already running his way. "Daryl!" The archer met his friend midway. "Wha' happened?! What's wrong with 'er?!" "You better see for yourself...," was all Rick said - a sorrowful look on his face. Daryl didn't let himself tell that twice, of course. As fast his legs could carry him, he sprinted to the infirmary. Without even knocking he ripped the door open and stormed in - attracting Siddiq's attention. "Daryl." "Where is she?!" The archer walked up and down the room like a wounded tiger; tried to push past the doctor - but Siddiq stood firmly in his way and tried to calm him down. "Daryl, calm down. Y/N's in the last room down the hall. Let me explain first, okay?" The black-haired man lifted his hands as if in surrender. Another try to calm the worked up man across him down. Daryl's chest heaved, as he grunted and gave the doctor a short nod - which Siddiq returned. "You... You might want to sit down for this." "Nah, 'm good. Tell me wha' happened." The doctor took a deep breath. "Alright, I... Y/N came to me a few hours ago; said she had cramps. Usually nothing to be worried about, but I checked on her nevertheless." Siddiq swallowed hard, lowering his head. "When I went to check, I... I saw that... There was blood, Daryl."

The archer's eyes widened and he felt his heart drop for the second time that day. Deep down, he already knew what it meant, of course, but he didn't want to believe it. Not until Siddiq spoke the dreadful words out loud. "Y/N, she... I'm afraid she had a miscarriage. I'm sorry." Daryl just stared at his friend blankly. The news - the shock was just too overwhelming. Without saying a single word, the archer walked past the doctor and straight down the hall, towards your room.

Gently opening the door, he found you laying on a bed, curled up into a ball. Your back towards him. He could hear the soft cries and sobs, which left your lips - breaking his heart. Daryl whispered your name, trying to hold back his own tears. You stirred immediately; hearing his voice. Shifting to face him, he saw your tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. "D-Daryl..." You sobbed, causing more tears to fall. He was immediately at your side, pulling you against his body. "'M here, love, 'm here. 'S alright, 'm here..." Of course, he knew that nothing was alright, but what was he supposed to say?

Daryl felt your body shaking against his. He wanted to scream; he wanted to cry - but he couldn't allow himself that. He needed to be strong for you. For the both of you. But the harsh reality hit him nevertheless. A few hours back, everything was alright. His little world was perfect. And now? Now it all came crashing down. The happiness ripped out of both your hands - within the blink of an eye. "I-I am s-so s-sorry, I-I-I..." You stammered, hands clasping on his vest; holding onto him for dear life. Daryl immediately shook his head. "Stop that, please... You have nothin' to be sorry for. This ain't your fault, sunshine." "It h-has to b-be! I-I must've done s-something wrong, I…" "Nah, you didn't. These things just happen sometimes." You looked up at him with hooded Y/E/C eyes. "B-But why to u-us? W-We were so happy about it... Looked forward to meet this baby and now... Now they are gone..." The words caused fresh tears to run down your cheeks. "I don't know, sunshine... I don't know..."

The most important thing was, that you had each other. It was going to be a tough time, but you knew that with Daryl by your side, you would overcome the grief. Scars were going to heal with time and sooner or later, you would welcome a new life in this world, where happiness was most precious and family was the most precious gift. Yes, it wasn't going to be easy, but you knew from all the things you've been through that everything works out in the end. After all, light couldn't exist without darkness, could it?

The next days Daryl spent the whole time at home with you. He didn't leave your side. Not even for a minute. The both of you spent most of the time in your house; secluded. Everybody understood that, of course and gave you all the time you needed to process the loss. Losing a child was never easy. No matter if born or unborn.

#daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x pregnant!reader #daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead

[chvoswxtch]

I would love some angst with Matt Murdock.

Imagine the kids of Foggy and Marci, either toddlers or teenagers, ask their beloved and cool uncle Matt why he never married or have a girlfriend.

Then he start to tell them about Y/N, the woman he was married to long ago, the person he loved the most in the world. His greatest love. The love of his life.

But she's dead, and all because of the double life of Matt. And it's something Matt have to deal with every day.

nonnie, you really made me break my own heart with this one, but I still love ya anyway. i've got tissues if you need them. thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you had in mind. ❤️

warning: this one is kinda heavy. it does deal with themes of death and loss, grief, and there's a very extremely brief (blink & you miss it) mention of matt wishing for death (didn't wanna use the s word). if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or are triggering, please feel free to skip this one. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise. feel free to yell at me in my dms or in the comments after. I apologize for breaking your hearts in advance. word count: 2.5k

violets.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Matt could hear two sets of feet barreling down the staircase at full speed. A chuckle slipped past his lips as he folded up his cane and placed it on the entryway table, getting down on one knee with a huge grin on his lips and holding out his arms as he braced himself for impact. 

“Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!”

Matt laughed as he wrapped his arms around the twins, hugging them both into his chest tightly as he kissed both their heads. 

“Hey kiddos. What trouble are you two causing, huh?”

An exasperated Marci appeared in the hallway, both hands on her hips as he shook her head and motioned towards the stairwell.

“Michael and Paige Nelson, what have I told you two about running down the stairs?”

“But mom, Uncle Matt is here!”

“And did you think he was gonna disappear if you didn’t get downstairs fast enough?”

Matt chuckled as he gently squeezed Michael’s shoulder, tilting his head in Marci’s direction. 

“Your mom is right, you guys shouldn’t be running down the stairs. We don’t want either of you to get hurt. Besides, I’m pretty sure the park also has a strict no play policy if you have any broken bones.”

“That’s the law?”

“That’s the law, sweetheart.”

Matt placed a gentle kiss to Paige's temple and smiled as he stood up, letting the twins each take one of his hands to tug him into the living room area. He couldn’t help but laugh as Marci rolled her eyes before heading back into the kitchen.

“Franklin, come get your children!”

“Why are they always mine when they’re in trouble?”

“Because I did all the work for nine months, that’s how this works.”

Foggy appeared in the living room and looked between the twins with a quizzical arch of his brow, settling his hands on his hips as he tried to mask his grin.

“What did you two do?”

“Nothing!”

“Lying under oath is perjury and a punishable offense.”

“We didn’t swear an oath, daddy. All our books are upstairs.”

Matt tried his hardest to stifle his laughter into his fist, feeling Foggy’s gaze staring daggers in his direction. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he sat down on the couch, holding his hands out for Paige as she crawled up into his lap.

“She has a point.”

“You, stop encouraging her. And you, quit being better at my job than me.”

Matt grinned as he tickled Paige’s side, feeling the smile spread further across his face as she giggled. Foggy plopped down on the other side of Matt, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head as he held his hands out for Michael.

“Did you tell Uncle Matt your big news, Mikey?”

Matt cocked his head to the side as Michael settled in his dad’s lap, picking up on the shy smile that appeared on his mouth.

“What big news?”

“Mikey here has his first girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’re six, what do you need a girlfriend for?”

“Oh please, and how old were you when you started dating, Murdock?”

Marci teased as she scooped Michael up into her arms from Foggy’s lap, peppering kisses all over his face as he giggled loudly. Foggy snorted as he clapped his hand on Matt’s shoulder, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t answer that. He idolizes you enough as it is, we don’t need him following your footsteps in that department.”

This seemed to capture Michael’s attention as he whipped his head around in Matt’s direction.

“Uncle Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

Matt instantly froze. He could feel both Foggy and Marci go rigid either side of him, and tension seemed to fill the living room like heavy fog. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and cleared his throat as he made a tight fist with his left hand.

“I…uh, no. No I don’t, buddy.”

“How come?”

Paige’s voice was soft as she laid her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him inquisitively. He silently thanked God that he hadn’t removed his glasses, because he could feel tears starting to brim his waterline. Foggy swallowed thickly as he placed his hand on Paige’s back to get her attention.

“Why don’t we-”

“No…no, it’s alright.”

Matt knew this day would come eventually. He knew as soon as the twins were born, one day they were going to have questions. He had been dreading it for the past six years, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain it delicately. He wasn’t sure how they would react, or what they would think of him once they knew the truth.

“I don’t have a girlfriend because…well, I used to have a wife.”

“Where is she?”

Matt took a shaky breath as he swallowed thickly, turning his head to face Michael with a sad smile on his lips.

“She went to Heaven.”

Paige snuggled into Matt’s side a little closer, her tiny hand reaching for his to hold. He wasn’t sure if it’s because he had held her first the day the twins were born, or some other force, but Matt had always had a stronger connection with her. He loved them both equally, of course, but Paige always seemed to be more in tune with him. Maybe it was because Paige was exactly like what he hoped his daughter with you would have been like. Too smart for her own good, incredibly observant, generously kind. He often thinks about how much you would have loved her. God, how much she would have loved you. They both would have.

“What happened?”

“Michael-”

Matt shook his head when Marci went to cut him off. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a curious kid. Michael had never seen Matt with a woman, or ever heard him talk about one before. He was bound to have questions. 

“She…had an accident. It was my fault. I…I didn’t keep her safe like I should have…and she got hurt.”

Foggy got up to start picking up various toys around the living room, but Matt knew it was so his kids wouldn’t see him cry. You and Foggy had been very close. You were essentially another sister, like Karen, that he never had but always wanted. Foggy would never ever say it out loud, but Matt knew deep down that Foggy blamed him for your death. He knew Karen did too. There’s no way either of them couldn’t. 

It was his fault.

If he hadn’t been the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you would still be alive. If he had been more careful, if he had just focused more on being a husband than trying to be a hero, if he had fought harder to protect you instead of his city, you’d still be here. Matt lost everything when he lost you. 

“Do you miss her?”

Matt tried his hardest not to crack at Paige’s soft voice. He didn’t want either of them to see him cry, or think they’d upset him with their questions. All he could do was nod his head slowly, using his thumb to twist his wedding band around his ring finger gently. 

“Everyday.”

Matt had completely shut down after you died. He became even more reckless than he did after Midland Circle. He stopped wearing the red suit. He wanted to feel every ounce of pain he knew he deserved for what he let happen to you. He wanted to break and bleed, hoping it would drown out the pain he felt inside. He went out every night looking for someone to end it. 

Matt Murdock and the Devil were both long gone. A hollow, fragile shell was all that remained. 

He didn’t see or speak to anyone for a year. Karen managed to track him down and found him one night curled up by your grave on your wedding anniversary. As much as he tried to fight her, Karen wouldn’t let go, and once she tracked him down again, she enlisted the one person she knew could get through to him. The one person who could understand exactly what Matt was going through. The one person that had survived that kind of pain. 

“This ain’t what she woulda wanted for ya, Red. All this shit, it ain’t gonna fix it. Trust me. All it’s gonna do is make that void even deeper. I know right now, hell it feels like that pain ain’t ever gonna go away. And I can’t sit here and lie to ya and say it does, cause it don’t. Some days it just…hurts a little less. But she saw somethin’ in you, yeah? Somethin’ worth a damn. You wanna honor her memory, prove her right. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Red. You prove to her you’re the man she thought you were.”

Frank wouldn’t let Matt out of his sight for six months. He was there to talk him down from the ledge when it felt like he was drowning in grief. He let Matt use him as a punching bag to lash out when he stepped in to keep him from getting himself killed. He held him when Matt woke up screaming because he lost you in his nightmares all over again. He sat with him in silence when Matt would go days without speaking. Sometimes he would tell him stories about Maria and the kids when they came to him. There were some days when Frank felt like he was starting to forget little things, and remembering them out loud helped him hold onto them a little longer. 

There was one night whenFrank was telling a story about how Maria used to always put her chocolate in the freezer, and wouldn’t touch it until it was completely frozen, that Matt seemed to finally break his silence.

“Said it made it taste better or somethin’. Didn’t make no damn sense to me. But God forbid I ever buy that woman chocolate and not put it in the freezer. She’d give me hell, every single time.”

All of a sudden, Matt burst into a fit of laughter. Frank nearly broke his neck looking over at him, watching as he doubled over and laughed so hard, tears threatened to slip. Frank immediately froze. He wasn’t sure if Matt had finally broke and was having a psychotic episode, or what. He must have been able to sense Frank’s apprehension, because he shook his head as he tried to talk through his laughter.

“Y/N used to do that. I never understood it, but I knew better than to question it.”

Frank let out a deep exhale of relief, finding himself smiling as Matt was still coming down from his fit of laughter. He chuckled along with him, shaking his head slowly.

“Must be a woman thing.”

“Maybe. Or maybe that was just our wives.”

That was the first time Matt had laughed in almost two years. There was a tender smile on his lips and a gentle look in his blank stare, like he was replaying a memory of you in his head like a comforting home movie. Frank watched him silently. Slowly, the smile began to melt, and Matt’s eyes welled up as his face contorted into an expression of grief and regret. That was the first time he had said your name out loud in two years. Frank held him for hours as he wept.

After that night, Matt started to mention you more. It was small at first, a few things here and there, but after a while, he was sharing memories of you with Frank too. Piece by piece, Frank helped Matt heal to where he could function again. There was a comfort only they could find with each other. Matt started going to church again with Maggie as he struggled to make peace with his God. He eased himself back into work to keep himself busy, trying to find his purpose again. He started spending more time with Foggy and Karen again, and found himself finally able to return to places that held memories of you. Sometimes he could feel your gentle touch or hear your voice at night when he prayed. He mentioned this to Frank once and asked if that ever happened to him too.

“Yeah, it does. I feel her all the time, Red. Sometimes, I shit you not I hear her in my head. She still always has the answers exactly when I need ‘em.”

When Foggy told Matt and Karen that Marci was pregnant, Matt felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in years. You and Matt had always talked about having a family. He would never be able to have one with someone else. He could never remarry or love anyone else the way he loved you. A huge part of him still felt like he would never deserve to. But being an uncle was the closest he was ever going to get to the life you two planned together, and he would take it.

“Would she have liked us?”

Matt was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Michael had joined Paige in his lap. A somber smile spread over his lips as he nodded, wrapping the twins up in a big hug and pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads.

“She would have loved you both so much.”

“What was her name?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as he tilted his head in Paige’s direction.

“Her name was Y/N.”

It still hurt to say your name out loud sometimes.

“Did you know Y/N, daddy?”

Foggy quickly wiped at his eyes as he turned around, kneeling down on the floor in front of Matt as he put his hands on the twins’ backs.

“I did, Mikey. She was my best friend. Practically my sister, just like Aunt Karen.”

“Do you miss Aunt Y/N too, daddy?”

Matt closed his eyes and choked back a sob at Paige’s words. You would’ve loved to be their aunt. Foggy gently squeezed her shoulder as he gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded. 

“Everyday.”

“Can we go visit her?”

Marci sat down beside Foggy on the floor and put her hand on Matt’s knee, squeezing gently before looking up at Michael with a soft smile.

“No, baby. I’m afraid we can’t go visit her in Heaven. But if Uncle Matt says it’s okay, maybe we can go visit her where she’s buried and bring her some pretty flowers.”

“Can we do that Uncle Matt? Please?”

Matt didn’t bother hiding the tears that slipped down his cheeks as he tried to smile, nodding his head in Michael’s direction as he sniffled. 

“I think she’d love that, Mikey.”

“What kinda flowers did Aunt Y/N like?”

Matt smiled softly as Paige held his left hand, letting her twist his wedding band around his finger timidly.

“Violets. She loved violets.”

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[solomons-finest-rum]

Can i have a blurb about a wife!reader x Alfie Solomons where she absolutely loves it when he speaks russian? She just finde it really attractive even though she can't speak it herself and has no idea what he's saying. I'd love it to be fluffy.

"Best Kept Secret" — (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)

SUMMARY — Before your dear husband went full-on stupid and you two settled in Margate, Alfie kept telling you that one day you would leave him, as you should have long ago. Truth be told, if you had to live one day without him, you’d rather ask Tommy Shelby to off you, too.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Hi Nonnie, thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it and if you do, I would really appreciate feedback or a reblog, that would just make my day! ❤️❤️❤️

WORD COUNT — 960

Masterlist

There was a certain duality to your husband. This much was obvious since the day you met.

On the one hand, he was the big bad wolf of Camden Town; the madman among the gangsters, who always stayed two steps ahead of the game and never let on what exactly he was planning next.

On the other, Alfie was a charmer. He talked and people listened; even if, more often than not, his speech was truly intended to charm snakes, rather than people.

But that particular front of a snake charmer was actually how you met, and the reason why Alfie fell for you so fast and so hard was that you never believed in the bullshit. He could have told you the most mundane story, in his most solemn voice, but one twitch in the corner of his lips; one tiny glint in his eye, and you would have known he was lying. Somehow you saw right through him.

When Alfie finally “retired”, or rather used Tommy Shelby as his proxy to retire, you came to realise there was yet another side to your husband that you previously only ever saw a glimpse of. Now that he was “dead”, Alfie let himself be different around you. Not a bad sort of different, though not the expected kind either.

All of a sudden, Alfie started to really share things with you, and how it really felt was that he was finally willing to share himself. Even if you thought he was spreading himself pretty thin between you and his demons.

Those still lurked in there somewhere; creeping up on him whenever you weren’t close enough to keep his mind off of things. That was your specialty, Alfie always said so. To him, your presence was pure magic.

“Yeah, you keep them at bay ‘cause they’re scare of ya, luv. Nah, don’t give me those looks, alright, you’re lookin’ at me like I’m one of them.”

Him and his jokes would honestly be the death of you… Sometimes he asked you whatever ungodly force pushed you to marry him, to which you always said:

“Obviously your stunning looks.”

Which, of course, left him much grumpier than before, and wasn’t that what wives were really for?

He didn’t have to know that you really considered him the most handsome man you have ever met; you really didn’t need him any prouder than he already was.

Before your dear husband went full-on stupid and you two settled in Margate, Alfie kept telling you that one day you would leave him, as you should have long ago, and finally live the calm and happy life he thought you deserved. Truth be told, if you had to live one day without him, you’d rather ask Tommy Shelby to off you, too.

(Alfie did not like that particular repartee one little bit and so you got your way. He stopped suggesting you leave him and somehow that still worked out in his favour—you showered him with affection; even if he said he didn’t really deserve it.)

(Personally, he really didn’t deserve you either.)

Among the things Alfie was now willing to share with you were the tiniest possible glimpses of his childhood. Which was still better than nothing, as before he barely even spoke about it at all. He also revealed how many sisters he had (two) and how many languages he really spoke (six; though the original answer when you first asked him was forty-one).

One thing you never expected was just how different your husband sounded when he spoke to you in his many languages. Yiddish, he often used; usually it meant he was trying to hide something from you. Italian—when he tried to show off and convince you it was really Latin. English, of course, was Alfie’s weapon of choice; stealthy and flexible, really a putty for his oh so capable tongue.

Russian, on the other hand, used to be a rare occurrence in your house, but something that would happen more and more after you two retired to Margate.

“And how’s my favourite witch doing today?” was a thing Alfie often asked you in Russian; though you learned that witches had many more meanings in Russian than the one you came to associate with them in English.

That was the thing Alfie liked to say anyway—that you bewitched him. You put a spell on him when your eyes met for the very first time, of that he was certain. You wouldn’t mind if that was true, of course, but you never thought of yourself as much of a seductress. Alfie did, though. It was something you loved about him the most; he had a way of looking at things from an entirely mad perspective.

In fact, you also realised that was one of the reasons that Alfie liked Russian so much—the duality of it left more to the imagination. It suited his character, though when you asked him before why he never really used Russian much, he always dismissed you.

Until he hadn’t, and you learned the painful story behind it. You stopped asking him then. Even with your husband’s affinity for spinning outrageous tales, some things about his past he still preferred to be left unsaid. So you kept your own endearment a secret. Personally, you found the language beautiful, soft even, and the way Alfie sometimes spoke to you in Russian really sounded like affection to your ears. You decided then that, all in all, every marriage had its secrets. Yours at least was entirely harmless…

Aside from your husband being the most dangerous gangster in London. But that would be the story for another time; another day. For now, you had each other and you would always have Margate.

#alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #alfie solomons fanfiction #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders x reader #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine

[buckgasms]

Ohhhh you're right! I'm so sorry I did not thought of that imagine you already wrote 🥺🥺 ok, maybe another idea 😊 the reader is also an avenger but currently bad mooded due to back pain but refuses any help from the others. So one time she can't barely move, buck decides to help and picks you up, carrying you to his room (even your protesting) and he starts massaging you. It helps a lot, but your moans of content do also affect bucky in a kinda sexual way? 😇 Hope this one's better for you sweetheart ❤️

My baby Nonnie! I imagine this is so so late for your birthday so I can only apologise, but I hope it's enjoyable and what you fancied ❤️ Thank you for sending this in, I love you so much and you are perfect.

Happy birthday sweetie 🎂🎈🎉

Warnings: Sexy massage time, think of the hands!!!!

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Bucky was heading to the living room looking for his copy of The Hobbit when he was greeted by the sight of you laid out flat on the sofa, your face locked in a grimace and a few tears leaking down your cheeks.

"Doll what's the matter?" His voice laced with concern as he moved swiftly over to you, sitting down on the coffee table next to your aching form.

"It's nothing Buck, just my back, it goes all the time, I'm fine....really ugh" you groaned and waved your hands as if to shoo him away.

He chuckled at you. You were the most stubborn person he'd ever met. All week you had been wincing and groaning in agony as your back twinged. Everyone had offered you some kind of help which you politely but firmly refused, claiming it happened all the time and you could handle it.

"Sweetie, this is ridiculous. Let me help you please. I know you don't like being helped but you need to face it. You're stuck on the sofa." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. He sighed, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Well then you leave me no choice..."

With that he stood and scooped you up in his big arms. You moaned in protest but he ignored you and carried you out of the living room and down to his room. You were dying to kick his ass, but even you had to admit, it was unlikely to happen in your current state.

Finally he placed you down on his big bed and rolled you so you lay on your front. "Don't be mad but I'm gonna have to take your shirt off, and I can't get it any other way than...." And he tore it up the middle like a piece of paper.

"Bucky!!!!! What is the matter with you?" You yelled and tried to twist but it just made you cry out. "Just shuddup will ya?" You kept grumbling into the mattress as he left to grab some lotion. The next thing you felt was his thick thighs straddling your smaller ones and he sat himself on your legs. You prayed he couldn't feel you squeeze your thighs together as you considered the position you were in.

Bucky too was a little bit taken aback by his own forwardness, but figured he may as well continue now he was here. He really did want to help you too. He covered his hands with the lotion and set to work on your aching muscles.

He could sense your tension as he worked, his hands gliding over your smooth skin before pressing his fingers into the knots.

Things were going fine until you starting relaxing, which meant you starting moaning. Some were cute little moans, whilst others were longer and more drawn out. As far as Bucky could tell you didn't seem to realise so he kept quite and prayed you didn't notice the affect it was having on him. Because it was certainly having an affect. He found himself aching to make you moan more, so he worked your muscles further, and he shimmied down a little to rub at your lower back, his hands teasing at the top of your waist band over the curve of your ass.

"Oh my god Bucky" you whined before suddenly stiffening. "Errm I mean..... oh god, I'm sorry...you can stop now." He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear and whispered, "do you want me to stop Doll? Cos I can keep going if you like? Would love to hear you say that again." With his full weight pressing you deliciously against the sheet, you could only nod. He slipped off and carefully pulled your leggings down, followed by your underwear and settled again. Taking his time, he massaged your ass, then down to your inner thighs, softly and deliberately grazing your folds before leaving them to continue down your legs. He continued to tease you, drifting up to graze before sweeping down again and rubbing your legs. Your moans and whines became louder, his name flowly freely from your lips making him grin.

After a while he decided he had teased you enough, and rubbed his fingers along your now soaking folds. He hummed with satisfaction and teased your clit, slipping a thumb into your aching hole. You gasped and your fingers gripped the pillow as he worked his fingers like magic against your sensitive walls and clit.

"Oh Bucky, shit... Feels so good" you moaned and he used his spare hand to keep massaging your body. "That's it, good girl, just relax and let it all go baby, I gotcha" he growled as his fingers flexed and you shuddered towards your release, crying out for him and you came.

After you lay panting for a moment, you rolled yourself over and shoved your already ruined shirt from your body. He was still kneeling on the bed and your eyes widened as you saw him sucking your release off his fingers before you sat up and smiled at him.

"Hey Buck... Would you like a massage?"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #masterlist #darling nonnie #request fic

[navybrat817]

i know all of your men are absolute gentleman ( we consider mobsters gentlemen here don't we) and would have no problem with it but would any of your men really like and maybe even be turned on by a little bit of tummy on the reader or thighs with cellulite or things like that, if so, which ones do you think would be ???? for self satisfaction research purposes, you absolutely don't have to answer if you don't wanna. Love ya!

Hi, nonnie! I do my best to make our readers as blank of a canvas as possible for our men to love. All of my men would love a reader with a little bit of a tummy or if they had thicker thighs. Tall, short, thick, thin, they just love you.

Our tattoo boys have and would continue to worship you and your beautiful body. They'd let you know just how beautiful you are to them. Their hands and mouths all over your thighs and stomach, they'll tie you down if they have to. 🔥

Our mobsters would probably love the idea of you having a bit of a tummy because it's easy to imagine them breeding you.

Our florist and our roommate would also cherish every inch of you. Our florist practically salivates when you're naked and our roommate is content to keep you on his cock while his hands roam your body.

Why can't we have this right now?!

And I agree. Our mobsters are gentlemen.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #spicy ask #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tattoo!bucky barnes #tattoo!steve rogers #mob!bucky barnes #mob!steve rogers #florist!bucky barnes #roommate!bucky barnes #anon ask #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[thefact0rygirl]

Okay, so I’m the original anon that got this whole discussion started about writers only interacting with the same circle of besties and in the next breath posting about how interaction is down and no one reblogs their work.

First off, if you are sending anon hate to any writer, STOP. Especially if you’re sending it to Vee. Just stop. It’s rude and immature. You’re causing more harm and not solving anything.

Second, I appreciate Vee taking the time to respond to me. Vee, you made me feel a lot better after I read your response. You are so kind and respectful. I also appreciate the other readers that have messaged Vee and shared their thoughts as well. It makes me feel better knowing I’m not alone or being too sensitive. I especially appreciate the writers that have reblogged everyone’s discussions and added on to them. It means a lot that you care.

Third, it was not my intention to point fingers or make all writers feel bad. I know we all have busy personal lives, and that comes first. I don’t expect a response from anyone other than maybe a “thank you for reading and reblogging” if they want to and have the time. From what I’ve come to understand, that is the whole point of Tumblr: reblogging. It just makes sense to reblog because it keeps your post alive. I don’t expect a long thought out response or an ass kissing thank you from any writer. I’m so thankful for the writers I follow, for their hard work, their amazing stories, and for them choosing to share them with us. They have brightened my darker days.

Lastly, so many people have made good points since my message to Vee, but the one that stuck with me the most is: we’re all here for the community. This is why I prefer Tumblr over AO3. Hell, it’s why I’m barely on Facebook or any other social media site now. I can only speak for the Pedro Pascal fandom because that’s the only one I’m involved with, but I think the majority of us care about each other and enjoy getting to know each other and have fun interacting together. Yes, there are a few snobby writers on here that only want to interact with their small clique of friends. It is my responsibility to curate my experience on here and to unfollow them if they want nothing to do with me or don’t appreciate my kind comments and reblogs. Their loss. My mental health needs to come first. I have “met” so many wonderful kind writers on here and I’m sure there are more for me to discover. I’m going to focus on giving those writers all my love and make sure they know how much I appreciate them. I encourage you all to do the same. We really do need each other, or what is even the point of being on here? Let’s act like a community, interact and spread positivity and be thankful for each other.

Vee, thank you for being an such amazing person. You are a beautiful beacon of kindness on this site. Love ya ❤️

Thank you for your kind words, nonnie! I’m happy to have helped start the conversation, regardless of yesterday. 

I also want send you a big THANK YOU for starting the conversation! It’s important, and I think that acknowledging the nuances that go into interaction gave us all a better insight. Not everything is as it seems, and there are so many things that go into fandom interactions. I know a couple people expressed their appreciation for you and the other anons for opening up and I want to echo that. Thank you, thank you for being open and lovely 💖

The rest of this is directed to the asshats who sent me and others hate.

This conversation has been going on for almost a week now. I think we as a whole can agree that interaction is tricky and there are so many factors that go into it. Everyone’s experiences and perspectives are valid, because we are all participating in fandom. There isn’t a single person or group to blame for low interaction, and if someone hasn’t gotten that message yet then shit. I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe get offline and develop your critical thinking skills. 

The point wasn’t to assign blame, it was to open up a discussion about why interaction and fandom is the way it is. It’s to allow people a safe space to share how they’re feeling, and if you have a problem with that then you can fuck off. 

It is not an excuse to send hate.

One anon said they’re disappointed in how writers responded yesterday. To be honest, everyone was disappointing last night. Everyone was hostile and defensive, so don't try to pin this on a single group or person. Reflect on your own actions.

A conversation meant to help guide a discussion about a serious issue like interaction was twisted and morphed into an excuse to send me and others hate. Given the direction some shitty anons decided to take this, there isn’t a point to continue this conversation. I am not going to continue a conversation that is used to justify sending hate. 

Everything that needed to be said has been said. Interaction is nuanced, there are so many things that go into why someone may interact or not interact with you. Every ask, reblog, and comment about this stated this one way or another. Many have brought up points and perspectives that we may not have realized before.

And yes, there are still a hundred other things that contribute to interaction. We can spend the rest of the day listing every single one and it wouldn’t matter. If people aren’t willing to sit back and reflect on their own actions, then there really isn’t a point to any of it. 

The last thing I’m going to say is this -

Everyone treats everyone like shit.

Writers treat readers like shit. Readers treat writers like shit. Writers treat writers like shit.

Whether intentional or not, there isn’t a single person on this hellsite that hasn’t offended someone else. Let’s drop the victim card and saying, “What??? Not I!!! I have never done anything wrong in my life ever!!”

And you know what else?

Nobody — reader, writer, whatever — is entitled to interaction. You are not obligated to interact with everyone in fandom. Nobody is obligated to interact with you. And yes, there are repercussions for not interacting. Readers feel used, writers feel ignored, and people stop posting or leave fandom all together. But that isn't your responsibility. You are not responsible for how other people act. Let people handle the consequences of their own actions.

Echoing what anon said, put your time and energy into the people that matter. Stop giving people who don't give a shit about you your time and energy. They don't deserve it. Unfollow, block, do whatever you need to do. It's not fucking complicated.

Anyway, I'm done. Maybe we can pick this up again later, but not until some of you do some serious reflection.

#vee answers #anon

[thesweetnessofspring]

HELLO! ❤️

I am so HAPPY and ASTOUNDED about your latest poll about “Katniss Wants Kisses” !! bc I’ve been practically doing an obscene amount of rituals for the universe to throw me a sign that you’d be doing a sequel! 😭 Literally one of my fave fics!

Could I ask, if you’d be willing to share, if you’re planning on making the sequel a little [or a lot 😉]… 🌶️ spicy 🌶️? literally love your work ❤️

Thank you sweet nonny! 😘

I've been working so hard on Roses and Pearls as well as a lover's desire is mutiny that it has been a while for that universe to get updated!

The whole reason I'm making a Part 2 rather than just continuing on in the same work as Katniss Wants Kisses is so that I can make it spicier. I mean, I could always up the rating, but since THG is a YA book series and not all teens (or even adults) are comfortable reading smut but also like some kissing and physical affection, I wanted to leave it rated T for those readers. Anyone who wants to venture into more explicit content can continue reading the second part of the series, with a dividing line between the two works in terms of rating.

I have very, very little in terms of formal plans for the sequel other than I'm planning on using it as an opportunity to practice writing smut, so yes, it'll be a lot of spice! It'll work up the spice levels to the highest that would be reasonably in character for these two in this circumstance.

#katniss wants kisses #talking fanfic #anon ask

[chaithetics]

are you iranian by any chance? or possibly have roots around there? i saw jaan written in one of your fics and got excited, i was like 'gasp! a persian in fandom??? (plus the Amount of your stewy fics/lhpos), sorry if this is too personal , ofc feel free not to answer !!!! hope ya have a nice day :))

Hello lovely Nonnie! How are you? I hope you're well! ❤️ I'm so, so, so sorry! I'm not a Persian baddie! I am so sorry to let you down and not be another Persian in fandom. One of my besties that I've grown up with is Persian, her dad was (and still is) also everyone's baba. Such a warm, generous and welcoming culture and community!

Hindi is an Indo-Aryan language and so there's quite a few borrowed words in Hindi that are from Farsi! Languages are really interesting and I swear as I get older I become more of a linguistics nerd lol.

Some of my roots are kind of close to Iran geographically and linguistically :) I have a bit of a mix that doesn't seem super common in my country. I'm happy to talk about it and chat in general in DMs, I've just had some weird asks and seen people have not great experiences when having a lot of personal/identifiable information on their tumblr so I'm just trying to balance that, I guess? Hope that makes sense, it's almost 3am...👀 I love Stewy with all of my heart, Arian Moayed is the dreamiest man to ever walk the planet. I don't make the rules, it's just the reality. The curls? The big brown eyes? The looks he serves by just existing? He deserves all the fics I write and more! Also, what does lhpos mean? I tried googling it and became more confused 🤣

Thank you so much for sending this in and reading my fics, you're more than welcome to send a message or an ask at any time. I hope you're having the most amazing day and week 🫶

#chaitheticsasks #chaithetics

[kiwisbell]

hi kiwi bb i just wanna send u lots and lots and lots of love and support and kisses!!!

thank you so much for being amazing and writing amazing and sharing amazing 🥺 please don’t feel guilty that real life is lifing, i’m sure everyone understands and awaits with baited breath for more of your amazingness!

(that being said, i’m also feeling guilty that i wanted to write a LOOOOOONG review on helen because it’s just so amazing even though it’s only been two chapters UGHHHH but real life is lifing for me too but i will FOR SHORE do it 😭

oh nonnie 🥺🥺

this is so so kind of you and it genuinely means everything to me to hear that today, i really needed it!! sometimes life just lifes my friend and i am sending all my kisses and support right back to ya 🫂

thank YOU so much for being amazing; i positively adore you and i could CRY that you're enjoying helen so far - it's my one true love and i'm thrilled that you feel so strongly about it. thank you so much non, you're a legend ❤️

#sweet anon #kiwisbell answers

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

as much as we all miss fine line, seeing all these people asking abt it is stressing me out 😭😭 pls take ur time em, anything from you is wonderful so don't worry about us!! hope you have a safe move!!

GVSJDHSKSKSKDJDKS BABES i love you so much!!! thank you for the love and support, it means the world 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

#i am in bed with pita bread life is good 😌🤌 #but yeah. i know those asks come from a place of excitement #and i love that people are excited #but i can also understand the stress cos like... ya girl stressed too 😭✌️ #i want to get this chapter to you so badly believe me #i know that y'all respect the time i'm taking tho and i'm forever grateful for rhat 🥺 #thanks for the ask love! 🥺❤️ #asked and answered #nonnie

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Do you think Lee Bodecker would appreciate big boobs? I see a lot of people leaning towards him as being more of an ass man, but I do be getting insecure because I feel as if no one appreciates big yiddies these days. Thank you 🥺❤️

Oh my sweet Nonnie Baby, yes our sheriff daddy does. As a fellow member of big tiddie committee, I know what you mean.

But Sheriff Lee Bodecker? This sexy hunk of man?

He fucking loves big chested women. He loves how they jiggle when you walk, he loves though they bounce when you're riding his cock. He could spend hours teasing and sucking on your nipples. Some days, he just walks up behind you and grabs your boobs. They are the perfect size and weight for him. He just feels at home when they are in his hands. When he's had a shit day, sometimes he just comes home and lays his head on your soft breasts, his favourite pillow. Also, when he feeling extra dirty, he likes to fuck them. Using them to get off, watching his dick peak out at the top right next to your sweet lip, it's like heaven. It's honestly the fastest way to make him cum.

And like the decent fella Lee can be for his best gal, he rubs your back when it gets sore cause he knows they cause that pain sometimes. When you get your period and they are tender or sensitive, he is extra gentle, extra sweet on ya. And he ain't having none of this being insecure. Because he loves your tiddies, and more importantly he loves you.

#sloth asks #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #hoedecker #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult

[mindninjax]

HEY HON! I just found you and I love you already! I’ve been dying to request this and I’m sure you’re prefect for it! How about a one shot or imagine with !Jealous Bakuhoe and blackreader. She’s a new pro-hero with a (very) tight one-piece super suit that seems to get everyone’s attention. Lead it in anyway you want! Smut or not! Thank you again! Love you!❤️

OMG NONNIE! HELLO I LOVE YOU TOO! Ahhh this is so flipping sweet. I’m so happy you trusted me with this. Let’s go for an an imagine because I love thinking up little scenarios. 

Ok ya girl LOVES a jealous Baku so let me set the scene real quick. 

You’re new on the scene. A new pro who moved from America cuz let’s be real you’re an adventurer, can never stay in one place for too long and the pros in Japan have been all over the news. They seem like they could use some help with all the “Hero Killer” nonsense. 

You and Katsu have ben talking for a bit, long distance you know. He first saw a picture of you on IG. Your hair was braided and you were modeling a new support item for a friend of yours. My mans is awkward, trying to get control on his emotions but he always goes for what he wants so believe it or not he slid into the DMs quick as fuck.  

You knew about how popular he was and let’s get real he is fine as hell and a smooth talker. So y’all chat it up get close and start a long distance relationship. When you finally move to Japan though y’all try to keep your relationship on the DL so you can make your own name in Japan separate from Ground Zero. 

You decide to get a new hero costume made. New place, new look. You even go to the same designer who made Baku’s suit. If y’all didn’t know that designer also made Uraraka’s costume, so you can imagine how yours came out. 

It’s skin tight, you can’t even wear undergarments underneath. It hugs every single curve and accentuates them. You don’t mind though. It has all of your requirements and it’s easy to move in so you thank the designer and keep going. 

Few weeks later you make your debut! Rescue a group of kids from a villain holding them hostage in a school. You take down the villain easily all the children are safe, no casualties, honestly your debut couldn’t have  gone any better. The camera crew is interviewing you and there’s a huge crow gathered wondering and asking what your hero name is. 

There are some very interested fans, ogling your physique in your skin tight costume. Your plump ass, tiny waist, plump breast. A reporter gets a little too close and goes to place a hand on your hip before there’s an explosion and a gruff voice appears out of nowhere. 

“Keep your fucking hands off my girlfriend you slick fuck!” 

Baku is there seemingly out of the blue he was worried about your debut so he stayed in the area to watch and make sure you were ok the little cutie. He pulls you into his arms and plants a big sloppy kiss on your lips before turning to depart and give you back the spotlight. Last thing he wants is to steal your thunder but he had to let everyone know what was his. 

He turns around to yell at the crowd before he flies back out of sight while you smile lovingly at him. 

“Yeah I know she’s fucking hot! But all of you better keep your eyes and hands to yourself! Got it!” 

#bakugo x black reader #bakugou x black!reader #marquie's request #Marquie imagines #Nonnie #I HOPE THIS IS OK! #Ahh you sound so sweet! #I hope we can be good friends!

[mianmimi]

I feel like we anons share a lot about ourselves, our headcanons and all that stuff, but we don't hear enough from you. So, take this as an opportunity to share your headcanons, opinions, etc. Controversial, spicy, comfort headcanons, anything you want! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this ship and all these characters we love ❤️

Hehehhee truth be told Nonny, my headcanons have changed quite a bit over the years thanks to all the nonnies who shared theirs! You guys have such great headcanons and after awhile it just feels more canon than canon, ya know?

Also, I wrote all this on an 11hour flight, after getting off a 9hour flight. So bare with me. This is LONG and I’m super hoping my writing is getting my thoughts down right.

So…..

I really love this head canon that Karl’s great at the violin. It just makes sense to me. Krowler probably put poor baby Karl through endless lessons of everything under the sun, and maybe the violin lessons were the only ones he actually really looked forward to thanks to a kind, patient teacher who spoke gently.

Stephen I think learned piano from his mother. It was one of the few things he could bond with her over. Stephen seems to be the black sheep of his family, being more out there and wild than his conservative family. But the piano is where they find a common interest. Maybe he promised his mom a fancy grand piano once he makes it big as a surgeon, but he never got to fulfill that since she died. He got the piano in memory of that promise, and it was one of the very last things to go when he had to sell his belongings to pay for that ticket to Nepal.

For spicy headcanons, both Stephen and Mordo went buck wild after they left their childhood homes. Especially Stephen. Just trying nearly every kink at least once. Mordo would be more selective though. He’s a man of class after all.

Also Mordo enjoys lingerie 👀 Like a lot. Play your cards right and he might let you know.

And I also headcanon that Kaecilius was the Master of the New York Sanctum before Drumm replaced him. This is entirely due to the lines exchanged between them in DS.

“I see they made you master of the sanctum?”

“You know what that means right?”

I can’t recall exactly but it was along those lines. When I heard it I was like oh….that sounds a bit passive aggressive 🤣 And then later on with Kaecilius mentioning that Stephen doesn’t know how the relics work. And that Kae got out of that bondage contraption easily. And that he was just manipulating the fuck out of the Sanctum like he knew it by heart. I just like thinking that was Kae’s turf. He probably used it for his rebel cult meetings for some time 😬

Controversial headcanons hmmm 🧐 Okay, here’s one that people probably won’t like. I headcanon that for kaerdo, they actually really did love each other genuinely for a long time. However that started to fall apart when Kaecilius became more frustrated that TAO wasn’t teaching them really powerful magic.

And perhaps Kaecilius fell out of love with Karl once Karl….out grew him? Like I can see Kaecilius enjoying a young, love starved Karl and wanting to make something with him. There was a post a long time ago showing that there was a pretty sizable age difference between Kaecilius and Karl. And with Karl being so young at the time, he was still trying to find himself, and like he said he was a very different person before.

Perhaps as Karl grew older and more sure of himself as a person Kaecilius no longer saw those traits that attracted him to Karl to begin with. I think Kaecilius prefers his lovers to be followers, just going along with whatever he wants. But Karl clearly has a mind if his own. And maybe after questioning Kae’s decisions too many times it just soured the relationship. And I’m not even talking about decisions in the bed room, but decisions about how they’re gonna use their magic, and how they treat others. In the prequel comics Kaecilius was really needlessly mean to Wong, which Karl disagreed with. And he was being really cruel to the students, which Karl also called him out on. I think those were just two examples of many of their relationship falling apart. I also imagine Kaecilius tried to recruit Karl to the zealots, and that sealed the end of their long relationship when Karl stood his ground and refused.

Also Karl standing his ground means a lot to me. It’s like…a real showcase of his growth. If he grew up under constant rules by Krowler and having every thing planned out for him, what better way to say fuck you to the past than deciding your own fate? Without being tied to anyone else’s? Even if you love them?

I just think that leaving Krowler, Kaecilius, and ultimately Stephen and Kamar Taj, shows that Karl isn’t afraid of being alone anymore. He has his own way of thinking, his own priciples, and he doesn’t need anyone telling him how to live his life. Also, I can just hear Krowler and Kaecilius echoing the same sentiment to Karl, that he can’t live without them. I headcanon Krowler would tell baby Karl that there’s no one else in the world he can trust, that no one else could love him like his own blood, that no else will accept him. He tells Karl all that to make sure he stays and doesn’t find companionship nywhere else, making Karl a prisoner. Until of course Karl finally gets the fuck out of there.

And then Kaecilius doing the same thing, and feeding on Karl’s fears of being alone….of not having a home or people who love him.

Even Strange has left you

Ahhh that line pretty much spawned that headcanon above, that Karl’s scared of being truly alone.

However…the fact that he does leave Kaecilius, and then Kamar Taj entirely, shows that he’s grown beyond that fear. He’s not willing to stay just for that love anymore. There’s something more important than love or even home.

And that’s himself.

He choses himself. He choses to value his own principles and ideas of right and wrong over someone else’s acceptance of him. I love it so because it shows that he loves himself enough now to honor himself, even at the expense of losing people he deeply loves, of abandoning his home for half his life.

And that’s it for now :) There’s more for sure. Perhaps I’ll make another post. After I get some sleep and more sense 🤣

#doctor strange #stephen strange #karl mordo #strordo #stephen strange/karl mordo #otp feels #kaerdo #kaecilius #kaecilius/karl mordo #ask and answer #thank you nonny

[navybrat817]

the grey in his beard in the puppy interview is making me FERAL ! i actually audibly moaned a couple times he LOOKED SO HOT , also the shirt was SO TIGHT ON HIM it was *chef's kiss* beautiful . This man is so beautiful , god was in a really good fucking mood while making him Navy ! I just can't the explain the way my whole entire being starts to malfunction whenever i see him or seb with a bit of grey in their beard omg.

Also , i came back after a couple weeks and im really happy to see the hoe union is as strong as ever . Love ya.

I don't blame you, nonnie! I think quite a few people went feral. 🔥 Aging like fine wine and I am so thirsty. Seb is, too! They know they make us go crazy!

Welcome back and the hoe ways are here to stay! Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #anon ask #chris evans #chris evans ask #puppy interview #sebastian stan #aging like fine wine #so thirsty #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated