#dad!ben barnes

[whowantsnachos]

me every time ben barnes comes on tv during the t-mobile ads:

[ludarklina-fan-spot]

"I play with kitties!"

Cat Dad Darkling gifts by @ladylrbloom

[jj-5656]

Illuminated With; Sirius Black

A/N: Hello again! I know I’m on a James kick atm, but I wrote this in my notes ages ago with Sirius in mind, and it only seemed right to keep it as his. Besides, Sirius is undoubtedly a girl dad, nothing can be said to change my mind. Also, the names of the Black family follow the stars and constellations as many of you know, so if you find the girls’ names unique, that’s why. I really just want to give these characters a happy ending. So this is all absolutely canon in my mind. Anyways, enjoy! 

T/W: Slight, slight mentions of childhood abuse and details of injury. This one is on the shorter side, shockingly. NOT PROOFREAD YET. 

          “It’s her teething Lill’s” you shush your six month old between sentences, “it’s been much worse than what I remember from Nova and Maia.

“Poor thing, Harry had a lot of trouble too.” Lilly is solemn on the other line, you can hear water running from yet another load of dishes. “Hun, would you please-” she’s interrupted with an onload of kisses, giggling the whole time.

“Hi, James.” You smile fondly at his antics, hearing them cease on the other side.

“Whose been preoccupying my lovely wife the past hour? I’m not fond of sharing, you know.”

“She was my best friend first, Prongs.”

“Well Pads was my best friend first.”

“Touché, Potter.” You rummage through the freezer for another teething ring, turning on your heel in realization. “It’s quiet in my house.” You mutter, mostly to yourself.

“Too quiet.” Lilly finishes, any parent aware of it’s meaning.

Just then, your two older daughters waddle into the room. Tiny bodies swamped in ties and suit jackets belonging to their father. Each wearing a pair of his dress shoes on the wrong foot.

“Merlin, they really do grow up so fast. I have two businesswomen in my house.” The girls trip over their own feet, giggling the whole way to the kitchen and smiling big for your camera.

“Take pictures, y/n! I want to see the babies!” James shouts on the other end of the line, no doubt hovering over his wife with excitement. “Lill’s, why don’t we try for another? They have us beat by a landslide!”

“We’re wildly outnumbered, James. Besides, Sirius practically makes a fourth child.”

“Fourth child?” Sirius holds his bike helmet against his waist, kicking off his boots in the mud room before entering. “Is this how I find out you’re pregnant again?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Harry, sweetheart. Don’t touch that-” there’s a clatter on their end, what sounds like, from your unfortunate experience, a drink spill. Harry begins to cry, and there’s immediate cooing from James in the background. “Merlin, I’ll have to catch up with you later. Maybe a visit to the park tomorrow, or some tea at the house?”

“Sounds lovely, the girls miss Harry dearly.”

“Hear that, Harry? Your cousins want to see you.” This calms the distant crying, and there’s a small shout of excitement from Prongs, eager for another round of tea parties.

“Talk to you later, Lill’s. Love you.”

“Love you!” The line drops, and you can give your full attention to the scene going on in front of you. Sirius scans the room in a feigned panic, looking behind couch cushions and cupboard cabinets in search of your daughters.

“Sweetheart, we’ve lost the children!” He shakes your shoulders, pressing a kiss to Ophelia’s head as she drools on her teething ring.

“I’m sure they’re around somewhere.” And, of course, the five and two year old are stood right at your feet, overcome with laughter. Sirius crouched to get to their level, grabbing each one of their hands.

“Young ladies, you must help me find my daughters! Merlin, how could I live a life with only one of my three princesses?”

“We’re right here, daddy.” Maia assures through a mouthful of thumb. Nova frowns, not wanting to blow the cover of what she believes is an effective disguise.

Your husband is still in his biking outfit, never having rid himself of the dangerous hobby. It took a lot of convincing, but you’ve managed to compromise on the motorcycle. You’ve come to understand it’s an outlet for him, a sense of freedom and adventure he needed so badly as a kid, that sometimes still lingers in adulthood. You run your fingers through his dampened, messy locks. Unsurprisingly, even helmet hair looks good on Sirius Black.

“What, where are you?” It even gets you laughing, the melodramatics as he whips his head around the room, utterly confused. Maia slips out her (fathers) jacket, engulfing him in a hug. “Oh, my sweet girl! Where were you?” He lifts her shirt so her belly shows, blowing raspberries into the soft skin as she squeals. “Wait a minute now.” As if he’s put all the pieces together, Sirius tugs off your oldest daughters jacket, gasping at the reveal. He lunges for her, but she’s quick, bolting off down the hall and screaming the whole way.

“What are we gonna do with them, Lia?” You use her bib to wipe the dribble off her chin, overcome with absolute adoration when she beams brightly through her ring, as if she’s understood you. Little white bumps, peeks of oncoming teeth, protruding from her gums.

********

He’s wrestling Nova into her pajamas when you notice. The undeniable wince that flashes across his face when her foot kicks against his rib cage. 

You’re in the nursery across the hall, swaying Ophelia to sleep in hopes to spend time with your older two before their bed time. Sirius recovers quickly, sending you that award-winning smile he’s utilized to get out of any trouble your entire relationship. Pretty privilege works hard, but not hard enough. 

When your youngest settles down, Maia insists on hot chocolate and an episode of Bluey. An accidental the four of you have stumbled upon the past week. Admittedly, the children’s show has even you and your husband hooked. The girls settle on the couch with their assortment of blankets and favorite stuffed animals, hair still damp from the night’s bath. Sirius stalks into the kitchen, watching as you stir the pot of steaming milk on the stove. 

“Would you mind grabbing the cocoa? I can’t reach it on that top shelf.” He’s instant in his obedience, allowing you to finally scope what’s caused him injury. When his shirt rides up and exposes his toned stomach, a flash of deep purple spreads against his skin. You lower the stoves’ heat, wordlessly approaching him. 

“Eager, are we?” He’s got the audacity to crack a joke, unable to push your searching hands away with their swiftness. Pulling up the fabric of his white pajama shirt and exposing the developing bruise. 

“Sirius.” You’re stifling, voice heavy with anger but low enough so the girls enamored with the television can’t hear. 

“Baby, I promise it’s really noth-” He’s interrupted by his own whine when you press into the tender skin, clutching your wrist tightly with no real ill-will. You rip away from his grasp, appalled. 

“That fucking bike.” 

“It was a small spill, honest! I forgot the protection spell because Remus called and-” 

“I’m not interested in a single excuse, Sirius.” His name sounds sour on your lips, his heart twingeing with guilt and hurt. He hates when you use it like that, the usual sweet and soft sound of it far from use. 

“I may be a little out of practice with the healing charms, but-”

“No, Sirius, This is not something magic can fix. You lied to me.” 

“I didn’t lie.” Hie eyes narrow, voice taught in defense. “I just didn’t tell you. Because I knew this would happen.” He presses his lips together, realizing he’s just sorely hammered the nail to the fucking coffin. Your brows shoot up in bewilderment, almost amused with his valor. 

“What would happen? I get right-effing pissed because you’ve been this reckless?” Sometimes you wish he’d yell. But he hasn’t, probably never will. He promised forever ago to never let your children see what he had to, make you feel the way he did all those years ago. It took a long time, for you to be able to argue and not raise your voice at him. The first time he flinched was enough to eternally eradicate the option in your mind. 

“I forgot! I simply forgot one time, love. Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a bit, considering it was just a little spill and I’m fine?” The latter comes out a little frustrated, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You snatch a dish towel from the counter, rubbing at an invisible stain in a scattered frenzy. 

“Overreacting? You think I’m overreacting?” You ever think what that conversation would look like for me, Sirius? If you took more than just a ‘little spill’ without the charms and I-” You falter, sick. “And I had to sit our girls down and tell them you-” You stop yourself completely, outright nauseated at the thought. Sirius takes a step forward, any frustration crumbling as soon as he notices your eyes get glossy. You put an arm out, skin singing with anger and hurt. He listens, instead of you he clutches the countertop, knuckles white with need. 

“Love.” He says it gentle, slick with sweetness, hoping to ease the situation if at all possible. “I just forgot, I’m so sorry. If you want me to get rid of the bike-”

“It’s not about the bike, Siri.” You shake your head, forlorn chuckle passing your lips. “You cannot be careless like that. You can’t be reckless anymore. We have babies; they need you. I need you.” It’s a whisper at best, voice cracking with the strain in your throat as you contain your conflicting emotions. 

“I know, I know, baby. I need you too. It was stupid, really stupid.”

“Moronic, thoughtless, daft-”

“Every bad adjective in the book, yeah?” Your head involuntarily perks at his words. What you said to him the first time you met...

 ***********

You were studying in the library when the notorious bachelor of a fifth year approached you. He’d flirted, shamelessly at that. And you hadn’t given him even the slightest time of day. 

“I know you, Sirius Black. You’re that womanizer Gryffindor.”

“So I’m famous amongst you witches then?”

“Something like that.” You clutch your quill in hand, responding to his mischievous smirk with an unamused grimace.

“So what, you won’t give any guy with a reputation a chance? C’mon love, every good bookworm knows you don’t judge one by it’s cover.” He drums a ring-adorned set of fingers against your textbook, whilst you do little to veil the rolling of your eyes. 

“I’m not daft, every witch in Hogwarts knows better than to give the likes of you an opportunity. Charming, evasive, fleeting-”

“Fleeting,” he clutches his chest, lips falling into a pout. “Beautiful stranger, you wound me.” He slides his arms over the table, leaning down so his head is much closer to yours. Hopeful brown eyes searching yours for any signs of surrender. You match his energy, looming over so that the gap between you is even smaller. unrelenting in your distasteful glare. 

“You’re every bad adjective in the book, Sirius Black.”

*********

He smiles. That soft, effortless grin that pulls you out of your daydream and at your heart just as it had when you were kids. Visions of potion classes and laughter-filled common rooms flood your senses. You blink, hard, pushing away the urge to allow yourself to be enveloped in his embrace. “Would you bring them their drinks? It’s almost their bedtime.”

“Baby-” 

“If you read them their story and get them down I’ll finish up in here.” Alluding to the array of dishes in the sink and other remnants of dinner scattered around the kitchen. 

“I could use my favorite girl to help-”

“Sirius, please.” The way his name escapes your lips sends another pang to his chest. Disappointed, strained, exhausted, and worst of all...Wounded. He studies you for a few more moments, deep brown eyes searching your features for any signs of surrender. Tongue brushing over his lips before he bows his head. Collecting the steaming mugs and headed toward the couch without another word. 

************

“Have we finally agreed on a book?” Sirius wipes off the excess toothpaste from the sink of your daughter’s bathroom before he enters the colorful bedroom. 

“Will you tell us one of yours, daddy?” The two stare hopeful at their father, well aware the puppy eyes will reward them with exactly what they want. He tosses them both into one bed, heart warming at the giggles that ensue. If you were here, you’d chastise him half-heartedly for riling them up at bedtime. 

“Alright then,” He slides in next to them, allowing them to shuffle into his sides. “Once upon a time-” Theres a chorus of groans as he pretends to be confused. 

“A real story, dad.” Your oldest shoves at his chest, cheeks rosy with amusement despite the annoyance. 

“This is a real story! The one with the princess and the dragon-” 

“No, a good one! Like how you met mummy!” 

“With the shapes in the sky!” Your toddler chimes in, words muffled between her thumb. Sirius gently pulls the appendage from her mouth with a pointed look, his meek attempt to break her habit. 

“Alright, alright. we’ll do the one where I met mummy.” 

**********

There’s soft voices from the girl’s room as you head upstairs, slightly annoyed to know they’re awake past their bedtime. Your husband’s enchanting voice pulls you out of it, feet taking you to the bedroom down the hall subconsciously. A blue-hued light trickles into the corridor, coming more clear when you push open the door. Your girls are huddled around their father, eyes illuminated with astonishment as they observe the array of holograph-like shapes dancing across the ceiling. Sirius flicks his wand in hand every now and then to keep the spell ongoing during his story. 

“She sent me letters almost every day after we met in the library. Said I was the most charming, handsome wizard in the whole school.” He amuses even himself with the fib-riddled retelling. Satisfied with his own jesting delusions. 

“That’s definitely not how I remember it.” You add from the doorway, all three heads snapping toward you at the interjection. You giggle at their unison, how much your daughter’s mannerisms resemble that of their father. Heart swelling impossibly bigger when the visions above tenfold when Sirius sees you, hears your laugh. 

“You’re making them glow louder, mommy!” Maia shouts, both you and your husband smile fondly at her error of words. 

“She tends to have that effect on me, Dove.” His words are directed toward your daughter, but his eyes are on you. It’s truly a wonder, how after all these years Sirius Black still manages to give you butterflies. 

“Did dad forget to add the time he tried to ask me to the Yule ball in front of all our friends and ended up making it storm in the Great Hall?” 

“It was supposed to be snow, a Slytherin tampered with my spell!”

“Spoilers!” Nova shouts, covering her ears. You both laugh as you make your way toward the bed. Shooting a half-hearted glare at Sirius when he opens his arms and legs for you to sit with him. 

“It’s the only way you’ll fit.” He shrugs, doing little to conceal his need for affection. You give in, under three pairs of hopeful eyes. Carefully, you slip into the bed with them, scooting so you can put your back to Sirius’ chest. He releases a sigh, undoubtedly overcome with relief. 

The girls adjust themselves so they’re nestled on wither side of the pair of you, arguing over what apparition is the brightest when Sirius nudges the top of your head with his chin, a silent ask to look at him. Using his thumb and pointer finger on your jaw to have you face him. 

“I’ll never forget again.” He whispers so only you can hear, sincerity and emotion heavy in his tone. “I’m not going anywhere, my love. I promise.” You study his face, admiring his handsome features with a soft smile. Pressing a kiss to his cheek in wordless response. Mimicking your daughters, you look up at the ceiling so as to not let him see the moisture pricking at your eyes. He nudges at your jaw again, encapturing you in a real kiss. Cementing his promise. 

“Gross, no more!” Nova pushes at her father’s chest, but he insists, aiming to tease the lot of you as he deepens the embrace. 

“It’s making the lights too loud!” Maia covers her eyes, shielding them from the holographs. 

You finally manage to pull away, squinting at the oncoming change in lighting along with your daughters. 

“Siri, they’re right. Relax, I can barely see.” You attempt to push away the attack of kisses to your face and neck. The girls squealing to add to the chaos as Sirius pulls all of you impossibly closer. Managing to bunch together on the un-accommodating mattress. 

“What? I can’t love my girls this much? Is it such a crime to love you all?” A chorus of yelps ensue in response to his incessant pecks. All of you wincing when sounds of the baby’s crying erupt from the nursery. You’re about to hurry off the bed by instinct when a strong grip stops you. 

“I’ll get her, she needs to hear this story anyway.” Sirius scrambles from the bed like a giddy kid, eager to hold your youngest despite her only having been down an hour.  But not before blowing rasberries into your daughters cheek’s, ignoring their shouts in protest. He captures you in another kiss too, as if he’ll be gone any longer than thirty seconds. 

It’s no wonder Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky. 

[seasteading]

twink death to dilf rebirth except it's me doodling the mc's dad to try and figure out his design

[livvyofthelake]

think i’ll convince my dad to watch shadow and bone from the beginning tomorrow. why not what else am i doing tomorrow.

[astramachina]

Used a dumb facial hair filter on tikt0k and it made me consider 1) not shaving for a while to see if I can achieve peak "hot damn" levels 2) am i actually adopted because I look like none of the men in my family and that's vaguely concerning.

[coralsgrimes]

Failed actor and aspiring homeless musician Benny Boy wearing his father’s clothes posing at the Vanity Fairy party celebrating actual Academy Award nominated actors and filmmakers 

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 10 - See ya next year Vegas

Holy heck, what was that race?? I almost had a heart attack multiple times. Surprise surprise, I am a Charlie fan through and through, and I haven’t witnessed him win a race yet (I became a fan right after Zandvoort this year). I would have loved to see him win. Oh well, there’s always next year (I’m crying on the inside). BUT THE OVERTAKE ON THE LAST LAP WHAT THE HECK I WAS IN TEARS. Also, I felt so bad for Lando, that impact seemed huge and I’m glad he’s ok! But here’s a chapter about Max’s 1837460382nd win this season.

The air of the track was buzzing with excitement. And so were you, for mostly the wrong reasons. You were currently hiding behind some tires, trying not to be spotted. You even thought that pulling the hood over would help you blend in better. Without you knowing, Max was staring right at you, trying to figure out what the heck you were doing. 

He was dressed in almost the same outfit that you had worn back on Thursday. You constantly teased him about the stark white race suit. You mentioned that you should have worn your outfit again, so that you could sneak into his car and race for him. He politely declined, saying that the team would have to pay a huge fine and they could not afford to go over the cost cap for next year, before it even started. You grumbled, but begrudgingly showed up in a Red Bull jacket and some shorts. 

Max decided to go talk to you, but not before he took a quick picture. He would never admit to already having an album on his photo app dedicated to you. He stomped over and tapped you on the shoulder. When he did, you let out a squeak, body doing a full screenshot. 

“Max! That was not nice!” You pouted and crossed your arms, before your eyes widened when you looked over his shoulder. You quickly turned away, but not before grabbing Max’s Elvis suit and pulling him closer to the tires. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Hiding.” He deadpanned and rolled his eyes. 

“I can see that. But why?” 

“Uh, well, you see. There’s uh…” You got cut off when Christian showed up right behind Max. He tapped Max and it was his turn to take a full body screen shot. He yelped and turned around, a snicker escaped from your lips. 

“Is there a reason both of my drivers are horribly hiding in the tires?” He put his hands on his hips. Total dad stance, but you would never say that to his face. Your cheeks heated up at the thought of being outed about how bad you were at hiding. 

Max turned to Christian, “Well, before you interrupted, she was about to say something.” The two men peered down at you and you lowered your eyes. 

“Uh, so, you know, there are a bunch of celebrities here. And there’s one I’ve always wanted to meet, but, you know…celebrity crush? Is that the right word?”  

You thought the Brit and Dutchman would start laughing at you, but they didn’t. They looked around the garage, trying to find the source of your embarrassment. Christian was thinking of how he could get you to go speak to said person. Max on the other hand, was wanting to get rid of the threat.

You gasped, “Ben Barnes is not a threat Maximillian!” You got a couple of looks from around the garage before you stepped closer to Max, not wanting to be seen. 

“One, that is not my name.” 

“Yes it is.” 

The two of you started to argue, and missed the fact that Christian had stepped away to go talk to the actor. They said a few words before Christian invited him into the garage. You and Max were still deep in the childlike banter, that you didn’t even realize that Ben and Christian were getting closer. 

“Ah, here is our lineup for the 2024 season. I believe that we have one of the finest drivers,” Christian put an emphasis on his words, trying to get his two “children” to stop fighting. You froze when you made eye contact with Ben. 

Max turned around and gave him a pained smile. If there was one thing he hated more than regular celebrities, it was celebrities that seemed to only come for a sponsorship and to actually not watch the race. You however, were completely enamored. Max wouldn’t go as far to say that your eyes were sparkling, but with all the lights, they basically were. 

“Hi, it’s very nice to meet you,” Ben said as he raised a hand for you to shake. You didn’t say anything and took his hand. Max elbowed your side and you glared up at him. 

“It’s uh, very nice to meet you too,” you paused, “I’m sorry about your show. I was really rooting for Netflix to renew it.” 

“Ah, so you’re a fan?” Ben smirked, Max did not like that. 

You scratched your neck, “You could say that.” You gave him a schoolgirl grin, Max did not like that. Max stood straighter and pretended to hear something. 

“Ah, that must be Mitch Y/n. I think she’s calling for you. Sorry man, but we need to get going,” Max draped an arm around you and maneuvered your body to where it was on the other side of him as you walked passed. 

You quickly said goodbye to Ben, before you walked with Max. 

Glaring at the driver, you said, “Mitch did not call me. What are you on? Do you need to get your ears checked grandpa?” 

Max huffed. “I did not like the way he was looking at you.” 

Your heart almost melted, but it was replaced with annoyance. “Max, the man is 42. He’s old enough to be dad.” 

“Still. I didn’t like it.” 

“Aw you big softie,” you gave him a hug, before smirking and whispering, “although I wouldn’t mind being an unconventionally young wife.” You unlatched yourself and ran to the other side of the garage, where Mitch actually was. 

Max looked like he was having an aneurism before he shook his head. “Kid!” 

You managed to evade Max’s anger by pinky-promising him that you won’t get married anytime soon, especially to actors who are old enough to be your dad. 

The garage had a quick pre-race briefing before the drivers were called to get in the car. You stood next to Mitch, race headphones around you ears. 

The lights blinked and off they went. You internally cringed as you watched Max “push” Charles off the track. You knew he’d be pissed, because that definitely meant that there was a penalty coming. GP alerted Max that he’d be given a five second penalty. His response made you laugh.   

His voice was rattly, “That’s ok. Send the stewards my regards.” Of course Max would say that. Your attention was redirected at the sight of one of the McLarens crashing into the barriers. You saw the sparks and just hoped that either Oscar or Lando was ok. 

When Lando spoke up, you heart dropped for him. You saw how excited he had been, especially since it was his birthday week. 

The race was very interesting. Most of the teams were pulling the one-stop wonder. It was smart to have Checo pit later so that his and Max’s tires would be newer than Charles’s. You were able to click some buttons to keep up with the race. 

By the end, you were biting your fingernails. Charles was in Checo’s DRS zone and you knew he was going to make the pass. You were sad that Ferrari had such a good driver, but didn’t know how to use him. 

Cheers erupted from the garage as Max crossed the finish line, Charles right on his tail leading Checo behind him. This was really a race to remember. You were still watching the screen when Christian came up behind you. 

“Kid?” 

“Yes sir?” You took your headphones off. He beckoned you with his finger over to a different area. 

“How would you like to go get Red Bull’s trophy for us?” Your eyes lit up and you nodded. Your nerves were suddenly shot with anxiety and excitement. You knew you had a couple of minutes because the Max Verstappen Pod Cast turned into Carpool Karaoke. Mitch was able to give you some pants because it was chilly everywhere except the heated garage. 

You were led to a small waiting room and were told to stay there until someone would come get you. You took out your phone and scrolled through Instagram. When you heard Max’s voice, you quickly put your phone away. 

Max’s eyes brightened at the sight of you seemingly waiting for him. 

“How was the Max Verstappen Podcast on wheels?” you asked as he brought you into a hug. 

“For the last time, it’s not a podcast.” 

There were crickets from you, Charles, and Checo. Max huffed before he took a sip of his water bottle. You looked over to Charles as he also took a sip from his water. 

When you made eye contact, you said, “That was a pretty sweet overtake. You think you can teach that to Arthur next season?” You laughed and so did he. 

Charles raised his eye brows before replying, “We will see. You think he has a shot?” You were able to walk over to him since Max was currently Maxsplaining to Checo, who looked confused and bored as ever. 

“Yeah, he just has to remember which pedal is the throttle. The dude seems to forget often.” 

Charles joined in, “I know right. It’s like his strategist has to remind him where it is. And don’t get me started on his breaking.” 

You cringed at the thought of Arthur’s breaking habits. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” Soon yours and Charles’s hands started moving, just like Max had been a few minutes earlier. The two of you completely missed the way that Max was staring at the two of you. His kid and his emotional support rival. 

“Hey kid. Why are you here?” Max questioned. 

Your eyes sparkled. “I’m getting the Red Bull trophy!” Your grin filled your face. 

Max was about to say something, but a steward came to get the four of you. You went one by one, you following Checo, standing on the far side. 

The Dutch national anthem begin to play, and you found yourself swaying. Anyone who said it wasn’t a bop were clearly lying. You couldn’t wait to hear your anthem play. You’d join the select few rookies who gets to win a race during their rookie year. But, most importantly, you’d be the first female to do everything. First points, first podium, first win…first championship. You’d do it all. You were hungry for it. 

After the anthems ended, they brought out the trophy for Max, along with his medal. The next person, who happened to be Patrick Dempsey, handed the trophy to you. You were starstruck as you shook his hand. When you were done, you stared at your hand. Your hand was now blessed by the hand of the sexiest man alive. You would never wash your hand ever again. You quickly raised the trophy and the fans roared. 

You could get used to this. 

The crowds were loudest though for Charles and he deserved it. You knew he was going through a drought and you just wished that next year would be it for him. But you also hoped that Max would also win. But you knew that if Max lost to anyone, he’d be glad it was Charles. 

The celebrations were the most fun. This this wasn’t your first podium, you quickly shook the bottle. Your pop wasn’t as impressive as Lando’s fountain, but you had a fun way to get it out quickly. Hauling it over your shoulder like a bazooka, you shook it and aimed it at the three drivers. Max laughed when he saw how you held it, and pointed his own bottle at you. 

You looked over at Charles and winked at him, hoping that he got the signal. His wink (blink) let you know that he did. He “tiptoed” over to Max and dumped the rest of his champagne on his head. Max was not ready to drown in it and quickly turned around, shooting it at Charles. He tried to run away, but Max followed him. Sadly the streams of the liquid died down as the bubbles went away. Your hair was a sticky mess, but you didn’t care. 

Over at the front, you saw this giant red button. You turned to Max, “Hey! What does this button do?” 

Max shrugged, Charles shrugged, Checo shrugged, you shrugged. And your hand landed on the button. 

Fireworks exploded from the top of the nearby building. You were instantly illuminated with the red, blue, yellow, green, and white lighting. With firework reflections in your eyes, you closed them, trapping them in the depths of your eyes, trying to memorize every detail. 

Max's story

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, minor Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester. Jack is Sam and Jess Winchester’s son.

Length: 36041

Warnings: No major archive warnings Content Warnings: Mention of James and Amelia Novak dying in an MVA (no gore, nothing on screen), mention of the humane slaughter of a steer (no gore, nothing on screen).

Tags: !Inventor Castiel. !Rancher Dean Winchester. Bisexual Castiel Novak. Semi-comfortably Bisexual Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Smut and fluff. Mostly safe sex. Hurt/comfort. Happy Ending.

Posting Date: October 14, 2024

Summary: Castiel Novak invented cutting-edge solar technology and left his position as CEO of Angelus, Inc. to protect himself and his technology from his dysfunctional brothers. He found safety on a 20 acre farm in Kansas with a pond, house, barn, and his trailer. When his twin and sister-in-law are killed, he’s drawn back into the business, and into danger, to protect his niece Claire and his technology. Dean Winchester rebuilt Winchester Ranch after John almost destroyed it. He has 500 acres of land, a ranch house, and a big barn. He raises American Wagyu beef. He’s a single Dad with a great son, Ben, a giant moose brother Sam and Sam’s wife Jess, and an adorable nephew Jack who roams around the ranch with his trusty sidekick, Honeybee, Dean’s old palomino mule.  Castiel and Dean meet accidentally at a hotel and share a night of wild–and completely anonymous–intimacy. When Castiel wakes up alone, with no note and no phone number from his ‘Cowboy’, he assumes that the night was a one and done, and regretfully moves on with his life. Dean keeps thinking about the ‘Angel’ that he spent a night with, but is pretty sure that he doesn’t deserve that kind of a guy in his life. Jack and Honeybee discover “Mister Cas” and inadvertently set the stage for ‘Cowboy’ and his ‘Angel’ to meet. But sinister forces are moving in the background. Will they be able to overcome the forces that are trying to keep them apart?

Excerpt: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck.  “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

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First Date

Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader

Ch. 2 of Blue is For Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3

Word count: 6.0k

Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out on a real first date, but what does that look like when you don’t have anyone to watch your son? 

Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think that’s all it’s pretty cute

AN: Okay… I know this took forever to get out, but I started writing one idea that takes place after this and had a hard time transitioning, so I started over and wrote this chapter instead 😂 If you’re waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise it’s coming 😉 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily 💙

“NO! It’s gonna fall!” Your son screeched from the living room. And as you continued to chop up your taco meat in the pan, you heard a heavy thump on the ground and an excited giggle from the four-year-old. 

Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Ben’s developing motor skills and small size gave him a slight disadvantage as he played his favorite Bluey game, and Bucky was far too invested in how high he could get their high score. Keepy Uppy experts, they called themselves, smacking a balloon this way and that trying to keep it off of the floor. 

You weren’t sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didn’t have the heart to make them stop. 

It hadn’t taken long for Bucky Barnes to find a place for himself in your lives, and it had been far easier to get him through your door since that first night he came over for dinner. It started with dinners here and there until he was almost expected at the table each night. Ben wanting to show off his school projects had turned into after-school play dates, which then became a demanding four-year-old and a super soldier on call, ready to be at your doorstep in a moment's notice. 

One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ‘no’ and do his own thing. But he walked in with a sweet smile and soft touches, greeting Ben with equal enthusiasm. Before you could even get it out, Bucky made sure you knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. 

When it was just the two of you, Ben would often tell you that Bucky was his best friend. And after you put him to bed, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush when Bucky’s nightly text messages came in. “Bedtime went okay?” translated to it’s my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face. 

“MAMA!” You snapped your head up in Ben’s direction, seeing the blue balloon floating across the counter that divided your kitchen and your living room. Glancing at Bucky, he gave you a wink as his eyes danced between you and the balloon. 

With both boys looking at you with anticipation, how could you deny them?

Resting your spatula against the pan, you scurried to the counter and got up on your toes, leaning across it to smack the balloon back into the living room where Ben bounced over to it. You watched them for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you watched the brick wall of a man play so sweetly with Ben, complete with goofy faces and exaggerated movements just to make him laugh. 

That shouldn’t have been all it took to make you absolutely head over heels for him. And yet you had to physically make yourself look away and focus on cooking dinner to avoid watching him with heart eyes. Logically, watching a man play well with your four-year-old shouldn’t have been the root of your affections… but it was kind of hard for it to be anything else when Ben was always with you. 

“Hey, we kept it up twenty-four times, that’s pretty good!” Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended. 

“Let’s do it again! We’ll really beat the high score this time,” Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle. 

“How about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? I’ll be back in a sec,” he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself. 

Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Bucky’s large hands smoothed over the middle of your back. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, and you tried to cover it up by turning to meet his gaze, finding him leaning against the counter beside you with a cocked brow. 

“Hey sugar, come here often?” He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places. 

“Only every day of my life,” you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face. 

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked gently. 

“I mean… you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?” 

“And now I’m talking to you,” he winked at you, removing his hand from your back so he could tend to the other pot simmering on the stove. You tried to ignore how much you missed the feeling. “He’ll be fine, I’ll go back out there in a few minutes.”

“Mmm, okay… so what do you want?” You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. “I’m smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- well, not because I don’t want to spend time with you,” he quickly defended himself, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “It’s- c’mon, we were playing keepy uppy, you can’t expect me to turn that down,” he argued, now laughing with you. 

“But you do have a question for me?” He nodded in defeat. 

“I was just wondering… Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?” 

Oh. 

That question. 

The one that, with men you had entertained in the past, had meant they were done playing family man, that they wanted Ben to be someone else’s problem so they could get you alone. It was always pitched to you like it was some kind of fantasy of yours, like they were doing you this big favor by giving you a reason not to be Mom. As if that was ever something you wanted to escape. 

It usually meant the end of whatever short-lived flirtationship you had allowed. They would show their true colors, turning into ugly versions of themselves when denied what they were really after. Your walls would go back up, you would keep your baby close to your chest, and you would never hear from them again. 

But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldn’t be farther from them. 

“I uh… No, I don’t,” you started shyly, not very good at hiding how his question had caught you off guard. But when you watched his expression shift, it was soft, and there was no leap to a defense. He was different. “I’ve been working from home since Ben was born, and I only went back to the office because he started going to school. Other than friends here and there…” You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” he started, taking a deep breath before he looked back at you, still effortlessly reducing you to a puddle with one look despite his evident nerves. “I was thinking of asking you out on a date.” 

It was annoying what that one sentence did to you. 

“Figured I’d do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.” 

Just for one night… you’d never heard that one before. 

“I can.” What were you saying? “I can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? I’m sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.” 

What were you saying? 

It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone else’s supervision. But he was all you had. And it’s not like you required much from a potential sitter, keeping him safe and happy was all you really cared about. But it was so hard to let go of him, and far easier to just reschedule things for another time. Now you were agreeing to hand your baby away because a pair of pretty blue eyes said he wanted to treat you to a night out. 

And you wanted it. 

Before you could take it back, even before the rush of mom guilt started to flood in, Bucky was already swooping in to rescue you from your spiraling thoughts.

“Hang on, don’t go pawning him off on someone you don’t trust, you’re gonna stress me out,” he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. “I just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.” 

The relief that flooded your body was more satisfying than you could have ever imagined. And somehow there was still room to be disappointed in what you lost. The idea of sitting at a table in a nice restaurant and being able to talk, really talk without the fear of what little ears could hear… 

With Bucky, it sounded wonderful. 

“I still want to take you out on a date,” he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head. 

“And how do you think that’s gonna work, Buck?” You laughed, amused by the image of you and Bucky in a fancy dining room joined by a booster seat and a plate of chicken nuggets. “Just give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, I’ll find someone he’ll be okay with.”

“Nah, we’ll take him with us,” He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. “Psst…. Ben… c’mere.” You watched in intrigue as your son quickly abandoned the balloon he was tossing into the air to toddle over to the super soldier, launching himself into Bucky’s arms as the tall man kneeled down.  

“What do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?” he offered, and your son immediately lit up. 

“Is today Saturday?” You and Bucky shared a look. 

“No buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you don’t go to school.” Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied. 

“Why?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Ben’s responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head. 

“Well… so we can all spend some time together. We’ll go get hot dogs, and I’ll take you guys to the park. And maybe I’ll treat you guys to…” Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. “Maybe I’ll get us a treat afterward. How’s that sound?” 

“Good!” Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. “Bucky?” 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can tomorrow be Saturday?” Bucky’s face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldn’t help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise. 

“Ben, honey,” you started, and Ben’s face appeared under Bucky’s bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. “Why don’t you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?” 

You watched him struggle to climb around Bucky’s arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched – and helped – in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Bucky’s ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Ben’s ticklish whispers than you were. 

And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Ben’s ear. When he backed away, the two boys shared a look, nodding in agreement. Thick as thieves… Bucky nodded his head towards you, getting Ben to finally loop you into the plan. 

“Bucky sayed yes! He sayed it’s a date,” he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too. 

“Then tomorrow it is,” you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees. 

“Keepy Uppy! Come on, let’s go!” Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Bucky’s hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didn’t make a difference. 

“Hold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,” he laughed, and Ben groaned as he returned to the living room to play by himself. You kept yourself propped up against the counter as Bucky approached you, confident that your weakened knees needed another moment to be able to support you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you into anything,” you smiled, and he shook his head. 

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfect” he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just glad he’s so excited.” 

“Me too,” you sighed, glancing back out into the living room to see your son laid out on the edge of the couch as he tossed his balloon into the air. “So, what treat did you change your mind about?” You asked with a grin. 

“It wasn’t so much that I changed my mind? I just didn’t think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,” he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you. 

He was different. 

…

“Alright I’ve got one,” Bucky offered from his spot on the wooden bench next to you, the two of you sitting on the perimeter of the park taking turns scooping bites from the rest of Ben’s cup of chocolate ice cream, which he’d ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream. 

“Oh this should be good,” you teased, handing him the small cup as you finished your bite. After having gotten hot dogs and walked around the city, you had already crossed off the usual first date topics and found yourselves in this sort of game of twenty questions. The main difference is that you were trying to take advantage of your time without little ears. Well, not being in an enclosed space with little ears. 

“What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite – he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you. 

“Okay, this one wasn’t exactly terrible, but just weird,” you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. “This guy took me out to eat at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Literally, it was just a window on the side of the tiniest building I’ve ever seen. 

“We end up sitting to eat it in a park close by, and I start to think that the date can finally start. But then I look over and see him picking all his toppings off.” Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. “After he’d polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.”

“And then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?” he asked incredulously. When you nodded, he closed his eyes and dropped his head into one of his hands, rubbing his face in what could only be described as despair. 

“I lasted about halfway through the crust before I threw etiquette out the window, and asked him what the hell he was doing to that poor piece of pizza. He just laughed and told me he’d been eating it that way since he was a kid.” 

“Please tell me you got up and left immediately,” he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story. 

You could have said that. That would be the normal thing to answer with, especially when talking about a different man on a first date. 

“That uh… that was actually Ben’s dad.” 

Or just put it all out there. That’s… that’s what you did. Way to make it awkward. 

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to look at you with his brows raised as if he’d just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise. 

“So that’s why Ben eats pizza like that…” 

“Like a weirdo? Apparently,” you finished, and Bucky chuckled to himself as he looked back out at the playground to check on the boy in question, and you admired his features as he did. “He’s never met that man in his life, but I guess pizza preferences are genetic. He just came out of the womb ready to confuse anyone who has to see him tear into a pepperoni pizza.” 

“I’ve told you I’m from Brooklyn, right? New York?” He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. “It probably drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” 

“A little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,” he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. “You should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.” 

“Oh yeah? And which way is that?” 

“You fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,” he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit – his New York was a few decades behind the trends – but that was exactly how you’d seen him manhandle his slices last week. 

“His hands are too small for that!” You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended. 

“So we teach him now. Fix it before it’s too late, and then when he’s older we won’t have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.” 

The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him. 

There was still an amused grin on his face, but the implication behind his words still hung in the air, and you could tell he was weighing his options as he watched your face for any trace of a response to how many times he had said we, not to mention talk of still being around when Ben was a little older. 

“I- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,” he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along. 

“Well, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didn’t bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up because of it. 

“Yeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?” He asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at you as he adjusted his spot on the bench, ending up just a little bit closer to you. 

“That depends on what you’re planning,” you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression. 

Your innocent laughter was quick to fade when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips in a way that should not have had as much of an effect on you as it did, finding his baby blues darting down to your lips before returning your gaze. 

“You’ve got something, right here…” he husked, the arm that had been resting against the back of the park bench moving slyly to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips. 

“Hmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?” you managed as his face inched closer to yours, scanning your expression for any sign of rebuttal. Lucky for him, you were so giddy with anticipation that you may as well have had a green light on your forehead. 

“Mhm, you did,” he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me get that for you…” 

“How kind of you,” you whispered, earning you a bright smile as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as you anticipated his next move. 

The moment Bucky’s lips met yours, you could have been easily convinced that the world around you had fallen away. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close. 

It was pure. Fucking. Bliss. 

His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadn’t realized was empty, curing some secret ache in your soul. The hand cupping your cheek slipped to the back of your neck to hold you just that much closer, angling his face to kiss you again, keeping you close to him. He touched you as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured while he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive. 

Bucky parted the kiss and held his lips away from yours by mere centimeters, an immediate wave of disappointment washing over you, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. And again. And again. 

“What do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?” he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath. 

“I think I’ll let it slide,” you teased right back, delighted by the huff of amusement you got from the muscular man in front of you, more than eager to let him lean back in to keep kissing you…

“MAMA!” 

Honestly, you should have seen it coming. 

Bucky’s lips had only just touched yours when Ben called for you from across the playground, and you could feel the super-soldier's wide grin spreading across his face as you scrunched your nose. 

You put on your best attentive mother face as you turned to look at your son, finding him attempting to run up to you through the wood chips of the playground, his eyes trained on the handful of leaves in his hands. 

“Yes baby?” you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky. 

“I buyed you more ice cream!” Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery. 

“That was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,” you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice – Bucky’s chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded – as you pretended to nibble on the leaves you’d been gifted. This was probably the fourth time you’d gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three. 

When you emptied his “bowl” by tossing his leaves to the side, just as you and Bucky had alternated doing for the past six handfuls, you assumed he would return back to the game of cafe so his new friends could “wash the dishes.” That was the pattern, that’s how the game was supposed to go. 

But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your son’s next move would prove to be wrong. 

So of course, possibly the only time where you might have wanted him to keep playing his game and leave you to find your own entertainment on the park bench, he patted his hands on his pants and began climbing into your lap. Pushing limbs to the side, almost kicking Bucky in the abdomen, actually headbutting you in the abdomen… the whole nine yards. 

“What uh… what are you doin, bud?” you asked once he’d settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him. 

“I jus’ wanted to snuggle you,” he shrugged, wiggling impossibly closer to you as he looked back out at the playground, perfectly content to watch the other children play as he sat with the two of you. You rolled your eyes for only Bucky to see, getting another laugh out of him as you squeezed your son tight. 

“Thank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,” you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “You have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.” Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing. 

While you definitely would have enjoyed getting to kiss him just a little bit longer, getting cuddled by your son while Bucky tucked in close and wrapped an arm around your shoulders was a very close second. 

…

You shut the door to Ben’s room gently behind you, tip-toeing out into the living room where Bucky was waiting for you, leaning up against the arm of the couch with his hands resting gently in his lap. He raised his brows expectantly, silently asking how it went. 

You waved a hand across your face. “He’s out,” you whispered, making Bucky smile. 

“I thought he would be,” he said softly, nodding slowly. “I could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.” You laughed as you remembered Ben’s antics, climbing all over Bucky as he sat on the couch, doing anything he could to fight sleep, and laughing at just about anything that the super-soldier said to him whether it was meant to be comical or not. 

“You wore him out!” you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kids’ game of chase.” He giggled as you stepped into the space between his legs, his hands instinctively lifting off of his lap to rest comfortably on your hips. “Earned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.” 

“Oh yeah?” he asked sweetly, tilting his head in intrigue as you ran your hands up and down his muscular arms. Very muscular arms… You bit your lips and nodded to answer, earning a deep hum. “Did it earn me any points with Ben’s mom?” 

Your eyes found the chain of his dog tags hanging around his neck, tucked into the soft sweater that stretched over his chest. Buying yourself time to find the right words to answer his flirtatious question, you trailed your hands up his shoulders until they found the beaded chain. Slowly you pulled them out and kept them hooked in two of your fingers, the chain taught against his neck as you finally met his gaze. 

The blue of his eyes was slowly being overtaken by his pupils as he watched you. Not completely, but just enough to be noticeable, and it gave you a surge of confidence. You still had it. 

“You earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,” you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his. 

“How soon can I cash it in?” The gravel of his voice rumbled through his body, and you felt it go directly to your core. You gave a slight tug on the chain in your hands, clueing him into your answer. 

He didn’t need telling twice. Bucky followed the pull of his dog tags and leaned in to reconnect his lips with yours, and the second they hit home you melted into his grasp. You dropped the chain and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting most of your weight in his arms as his hands slid to wrap around your hips, holding you tight. 

It was hot, full of fire and hunger. He moved against you like it was second nature, tuned into every little sign and indicator your body was giving him, rendering you practically boneless. He nipped at your bottom lip, and teased your tongue with his own as you let him in, no thoughts in your head save from letting him keep kissing you like his life depended on it. 

Before you could wrap your brain around needing to stop for air, Bucky broke the kiss. His lips were so close, and yet so far, hovering inches away from yours. You spared a glance to see why he was torturing you like this, leaning back slightly to find his eyebrows furrowed as he stood completely still, peering out of his peripheral vision to follow… whatever it was he heard. 

After a few moments of silence, he relaxed again, turning his focus back to you and donning a sheepish grin when you raised your brows in question. “Sorry, I thought I heard Ben.” 

Ben… Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room. 

You didn’t even have the brain power to remember where you were, let alone keep your motherly instincts intact. Usually, it was you who had the all-hearing ears, being able to pick up on any slight out-of-place movement your son may have made. 

This time you didn’t. But Bucky did. While making out with you. 

“Are you even real?” You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. “I mean, it’s enough of a task trying to find a man even willing to give a single mom the time of day. But here you are, buying him ice cream on our first date and listening for him mid-makeout.” His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement. 

“Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right, but that’s… I don’t feel like I deserve praise for that,” he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. “I actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying ‘we’ so many times… I- I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

The longer he kept talking, the more you were convinced you were dreaming. At any moment you would wake up, and this wonderful wonderful man would be ripped away from you. 

But when the dream didn’t end, you were quick to ease his worries. “Please don’t apologize for that, it was- okay, I don’t want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.” 

Bucky tilted his head in question, gesturing for you to keep talking, and you took a moment to find the right words to explain what you were trying to tell him. Words that didn’t make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did. 

“The guys I’ve dated in the past… well, I’ll just say that they were less concerned about finding a sitter specifically for the first date, and more interested in finding a way to get Ben out of the equation completely.” You had more to say, but for a moment all you could do was watch him. His face changed as soon as the words left your lips, and you were momentarily fascinated by the thinly veiled discomfort that took over his expression. 

Bucky was angry. 

Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you – as a complete unit – was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasn’t even seeking a reward for it. This wasn’t a show, he wasn’t trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else. 

“I’d way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older… it’s a nice change from having to explain why Ben’s dad hasn’t come to take him away for the weekend,” you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. “I like having you around all the time, watching you play together. You’re really good with him, Buck.” 

That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. “I try,” he shrugged. “He’s a sweet boy, it’s hard to tell him no.” 

“I know,” you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. “Y’know, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that you’re his best friend.” Bucky’s face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey. 

“As much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,” he started, sparing a glance towards Ben’s room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldn’t think that was crazy. “He deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.” The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them – and all their many differences – making for a comical image in your head. “Don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.” 

“Oh really? Not any of your superhero friends?” You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. “And what about me?” He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised. 

“I was reserving something else for you…” he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body. 

“And what would that be?” you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Bucky’s grip on you tightened as he rose from the arm of the couch, his darkening eyes never leaving yours as he walked you backwards through your apartment, keeping you balanced as you did your best to keep your feet on the ground. 

“Mmm, I think you’ll just have to wait and see,” he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. “I think I’ve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,” Bucky whispered. 

He didn’t give you time to come up with a witty reply before he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours ever so softly, one arms slinking around your waist to pull you flush to him as his other left you, but you couldn’t dedicate any thought to where it might have gone when you were running your hands through his hair and enjoying the pleased sounds it drew out of him. 

It didn’t last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses – not nearly enough, in your opinion – giving you a shit eating grin. He whispered a goodnight, stepping back to admire the flustered state he was leaving you in before walking back towards your front door, coat already in hand. And with one last wink he was gone, the door clicking softly as he shut it gently behind him, conscious of the sleeping four year old inside the apartment. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there, bracing yourself against the wall just inside your apartment as you went over the events of the night, remembering each sweet gaze, tender touch, and absolutely tantalizing kiss he had given you. One thing was for sure; it was without a doubt the most romantic date you had ever been on. 

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the wall, moving to go double-check on Ben before starting your own nightly routine. You stopped in your tracks when your phone vibrated in your pocket, your face quickly breaking into a smile when Bucky’s name appeared on the screen. 

If we’re still throwing out first date rules, I don’t have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, I’m glad you agree. 

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[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

It’s the silence before the snap. It fills the car, the waiting, the held breathe, her reaction to come. Clint scratches the back of his head, the other hand on the wheel. Steve in the backseat with Y/N, who is stock still holding her phone in one hand.

She’s staring at the device; a range of things play on her face. Her jaw works, before pushing her lips together, deadly silent.

“She’s making that face, isn’t she?” Gwen winces on the line.

“Oh yeah.” Steve chuckles.

“Y/N, it’s not a big deal. It’s a rumor. Don’t lose your shit.” Gwen pleads.

Slowly her lips pucker together before she shoves her tongue up and between them.

“She said, what now?” Y/N isn’t asking, she’s demanding. It’s tell her the truth or she goes off halfcocked and not sorry. Not that she’s ever really sorry.

Her face and body are finally looking normal again, except for the few scars she was always going to have after the jumping she got. It’s been a few weeks since the Families stripped CK’s father from the table, burned his business down and threw him out of town. After he tried to have Y/N killed or assaulted. Trying to keep her from marrying Bucky and taking over her father’s position at the head of the table.

Ck’s life came to an end at Bucky’s hand. A fucked-up deal made in the heat of the moment. Of seeing his girl in the hospital, the marks that covered her from head to toe. One fight, between Bucky and CK, whoever won, came out still alive, got Y/N.

Bucky went home to his girl, while his father, Steve’s dad, and Y/N’s father and his right-hand Frank disposed of CK’s body. It was a night scarred into their lives, for a lot of them. The night changed everything, for a lot of them. It left behind ripples, one battle started another war, only this time it might not be for his girl, but his baby sister.

“She said, it’s probably a back alley baby.” Gwen mutters in almost a whisper.

“Because you’re a back alley whore?!” Y/N’s voice gets louder.

The rumor came back around like a bad penny. When the girls showed up at Saints, Y/N, Gwen and Wanda caused a stir. They never fell in line or learned to play nice with others. Specifically not Y/N, she went toe to toe with Amora and Kitty.

It went around that Gwen’s husband, Y/N’s older brother, Peter was pimping out his wife. Like a five dollar back alley pro. It brought The Brother’s to Saint’s and in turn, the Saintz and Brothers teaming up. As well as Y/N and his baby sister Becca, beating the hell out of Amora and Kitty.

“Peter said drop it.” Gwen sighs.

“Tell Peter I said bend over and get fucked.” She snaps back. She looks around as Clint turns on to the road of the school. Coming up on the football field. She grabs the handle and yanks, but it stays closed.

“Sorry Sweets, child locks.” Clint chuckles. Bucky grins, shaking his head.

“Pack Man.” She growls at him.

“Nope.” Clint grins in triumph.

Bucky glances back at his fiancé, she’s rolling the window down. He and Steve exchange a look of confusion. When his eyes cut back, Clint’s slamming on the brakes, she’s half out the window.

“Y/N!” Clint yells.

“Get back in here!” Buck scrambles to get over the seat, but she drops out as the Four Runner comes to an abrupt stop. Her phone on the seat.

“Did she just jump out the damn window!?” Her brothers are yelling on the other line.

“Fucking Chaos.” Steve’s laughing.

She’s already off the road, up the sidewalk and climbing the fence of the field. Bucky double takes when he watches the jet black ponytail bouncing after his girl.

“Did Becca,” he looks around.

“Fucking trouble I tell you.” Howie sighs.

The two drop over the fence in sync.

“Don’t just watch you idiots!” Gwen yells.

Clint throws it in park, Steve’s rolling his window down to open his own door, Buck hurries out.

Peter is out at a slower pace and more than likely on his wife’s orders.

It’s the other one running up on them that he’s glad to see. TC is hopping the fence, in pursuit of the woman he works for.

“Whose idea was it to tell her while we were driving?” TC asks.

“Did you really think she was going to jump out of the fucking car?” Clint asks.

“It’s Chaos.” TC snorts.

“Pain in the ass.” Buck sighs.

“Say it again!”

“She’s terrorizing the cheerleaders.” Steve smirks.

“Really?” Bucky sighs looking over.

“She had it coming.” Peter shrugs.

“School hasn’t started, and she’s beating someone up.” TC points out.

“I thought we had a rule no fighting at school?” Clint huffs.

The rest of them look over at him as if he might be the stupidest one of them all.

“I heard it as I said it.” He grumbles.

TC runs ahead, ready to grab Y/N.

She’s got Sophia, face down in the dirt of the field. Hand in her hair, Becca intimidating the other girls to stay away.

“I said say it again, bitch!” Y/N demands loudly. Sophia’s feet kick, hands clawing at the grass, as his girl shoves her face into the dirt by the grip on her now ruined ponytail.

“Okay, Chaos.” TC grabs her around the waist, hoisting her up and off the girl. “Let go.” He warns her.

“You psycho!” Sophia cries rolling over. It’s Becca who gives her a swift kick in the side.

“Nobody asked for your fucking lip bitch.” Becca sneers. Bucky grabs her arm, pulling her away from the girl.

“If we need it, someone will jiggle their zipper, cunt.” Y/N smirks still trapped in TC’s hold.

“It’s not even nine in the morning, Sugar.” Steve chuckles.

“Who needs coffee to wake up, making mouthy bitches cry is better for the soul, Big Man.” She shrugs, looking smug.

“Weird didn’t you tell Sina in front of half the school you start your mornings differently?” Clint chuckles.

“Thanks for the reminder.” Peter groans. Bucky chuckles softly more to himself.

Y/N is set on her feet a smug smile on her lips as she shrugs.

“Don’t even.” He warns her.

Deep brown eyes turn up at him, he knew her like the back of his hand. She huffs at him, rolling her eyes.

“Back to the car.” Peter orders.

Her head tips and she squints slightly, licking her lips. Foot swinging fast, she cracks Sophia in the knee, as she sits up. She lets out a scream, falling over holding her knee.

Peter’s head drops back. Clint’s head hangs. TC scraps his hands down his face. Steve let’s out a hell of a sigh. Becca looks smug as fuck. Bucky glares at her.

“Did you fuckers learn?” She asks, starting to walk away. She turns back, stepping backwards. “Fuck you and your orders.” A grin on her lips.

“And she wonders why there’s a war, for her.” Peter sighs.

“She doesn’t wonder. She knows.” Becca laughs, skipping after her partner in crime.

“Anyone else scared?” Clint whispers as they follow the two.

“Till we know for sure, scared is a good thing to be.” Bucky admits.

“You mean if they’re coming for either of my sisters?” Peter wonders.

“Yeah, Pete.” He nods.

“Do you think, it’s what a distraction?” Steve glances around.

“Could be. Eddie’s threat to claim Y/N, he never made a move. But we were tangled up in Brock and CK. We don’t know what he’s up too. He was making moves while we weren’t looking.” Peter explains.

“Coming for Becca, it’s Y/N. Look at all she’s done already. And that was someone coming for her. Someone comes for her sister; do we remember what happened when she gave herself up for Gwen?” Peter cuts his eyes between all of them. They each swallow hard and wince.

“It’s another war, boys. We better be ready.” Bucky nods.

Y/N and Becca hop the fence, looking back. She winks at him, before climbing back into Clint’s ride. With a few months till Graduation, hell was only going to keep raining down on them.

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[ludarklina-fan-spot]

When Shadow Daddy says

"Treaties"

Influenced by "Matt chats with cats" Gifs by @ladylrbloom

[wishfulimaginings]

In my head Beron Vanserra is now played by Ben Barnes.

Damn it brain.

My Neris brain wants evil-hot-dad Vanserra. I can't unsee it now.

[egrets-not-regrets]

My silly thoughts on Guesthouse of the (Lost) Astartes Series

Tagging: @kit-williams, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog,

@bispecsual, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts

Here are some of my own thoughts/headcanons/comments while writing this story:

Erriox loves Lenora very very much, and Lenora feels the same. Though it took them longer before their bond truly became a mate bond. Whereas Alcyon and Malaran has an intense bond with Amelia and Ben respectively, resulting in Malaran considering Ben, his child, and Alcyon considers Amelia his mate/wife within a very short period of time. It wasn't exactly difficult for Alcyon to take the role that Amelia's ex left behind, to be honest.

Potential number of Ben’s dads = - 1 + 2. Problem here would be that Malaran and Alcyon might start butting heads if Ben starts calling either of them 'dad'. Especially if Ben starts calling Alcyon 'dad'. As chaos space marines are rather possessive of their bonded humans.

The deeply religious consider chaos space marines as demons and of the devil. Any one who is bonded to one are either ousted or must be 'saved'. Since Ben is the firstborn (only) son, they were trying to 'save' him from Malaran's 'influence'. His mother (Amelia) already 'fell' (bonded with a chaos Iron Warrior), but since she's the wife and not truly family, ousting her was not a big issue. They can raise Ben themselves to make sure he walks the right path in life.

Erriox just wants to mack on Lenora. Malaran's a prick for calling him out.

Alcyon, despite being a chaos space marine, has some degree of propriety. Put it this way: say he has it in his head of wanting to bend Amelia over the admin desk of the medical wing and take her right there, he'll think it, but he ain't gonna say it out loud or at least not until when they're in private. Malaran doesn't have as much of a filter.

Lenora prefers that Amelia remember her as a responsible adult, and not take children for high-speed joyrides chases on winter roads. She is a decent driver, but even that was pushing her skills to the limit and she heavily relied on luck to get them through okay.

Erriox has seen Lenora drive, but never like the Tokyo Drift stunt she pulled. Poor man darn near had a heart attack. That was the first time he had to confront the fact that Lenora could've gotten seriously hurt or killed before his eyes and there was very little he could do to stop it as he was also dealing with the Black Templar at the time.

When Erriox and Malaran took a long time to get back to the base, that was the first time Lenora got scared that Erriox was going to die or was dead. To say the least, both of them had some reservations of this whole plan at some point, despite only outright saying so at the end.

Don’t leave a mess in Apothecary Osteron’s medbay. Medics are scary when angry. I picture him as a mix of Ratchet from Transformers and Unohana from Bleach. He has health and safety standards and it is important to keep his medbay clean. His poor staff JUST cleaned it, he's not about to make them do it again. Might as well get the three knuckleheads to do it since they were the ones who made the mess.

Alcyon once made children cry when he went to the medical ward to pick up Amelia, because he was so intimidating.

Also, Alcyon can’t purr like Malaran or Erriox. Man’s still learning. Amelia finds his attempts to purr cute and endearing despite sounding like something between a broken engine, snarl, and the lowing of needy tiger (or a lowing cow).

Warmaster be like “This bunch of chucklefucks just haaaaad to start shit with the goddamn Black Templar.” Now he has to do PR and negotiations to avoid too much bad blood with the Imperial Fists in the city. All he wanted was just one week without drama. His dang fault though. This wouldn't have happened if Amelia wasn't banned from contacting her son.

Amelia knows some Gothic. She knows enough, but not a lot. That's why she was blushing when Malaran made that comment.

Does she know that Alcyon pretty much considers her his mate/ wife? Yes, from his actions, but Alcyon had never outright told her. Sometimes he would call her by those names in Gothic as a term of endearment, but never told her what they mean. However, like she mentioned in the chapter, the wounds left by previous relationship is still pretty fresh. While she loves Alcyon deeply and returns his affections, at that point, Amelia's still pretty hesitant about calling Alcyon her lover.

Malaran can and will start shit, especially if it has anything to do with Ben. Also, he can be a little shit sometimes.

Meaning in floriography of the little bouquet of yarrow (Achillea millefolium) and dandelion on Alcyon’s desk. Dandelions symbolize hope, strength, resilience, and renewal. Yarrow has the double meaning of love and healing, and can also mean “I love you in spite of everything” or everlasting love. Like dandelions, it is also considered a tough hardy weed, which is representative of Alcyon’s physical character and th resilience of the bond itself.

Alcyon gifted the flowers to her as part of his apology for the fallout from his fight with the Black Templar at Ben's school. That was a massive fuck up on his part and he knew it. At first Alcyon didn't think much of it and thought that was in his right to challenge the Black Templar, with the intention of winning back Ben for Amelia, only to realize that it cost her the last chance to see her son. With Amelia not wanting to be near him nor see him for an extended period of time, and the bond backlashing onto him, it was causing Alcyon to start to lose his mind. Luckily, Osteron intervened and managed to convince Amelia to at least meet with him again. From there, Alcyon slowly made amends for his mistake. He fell hard for this woman and formed such an intense bond, so it was something he couldn't easily give up. His brothers advised him that human women loved flowers, so he ended up picking a bunch that was available at the time and gifting it to Amelia. It wasn't much and the way he presented them to her was kind of awkward and intimidating, but it was a start and his apology was genuine, and Amelia was touched by the gesture. To say the least, they spent that night making up for lost time in his room. She decided to the flowers left behind on his desk, to add "a pop of colour" to the grey utilitarian style of the room. Alcyon couldn't help but indulge her request. He later learned about the symbolic meanings of the flowers that he gave Amelia, and found it amusing and ironically fitting for what he was trying to say when he gifted them to her.

I think that bonds can be negatively affected and broken not just by death and distance, but also by major emotional trauma. Intense bonds, like between Alcyon and Amelia, are affected by the consequences of emotional trauma more harshly than normal bonds. How it could be saved just depends on how resilient the relationship is between the two parties and/or if they are lucky enough to have someone to intervene before that bond is broken. On the other hand, it is entirely possible that the affected space marine will hunt down his bonded human in an attempt to either save the bond from being broken or quell the psychic backlash. (Possibly becoming yandere in the process)

Love to know your thoughts as well!

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 5

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: Lord have mercy

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User3: Finally,it's Ben's Era to shine

User15: Ben Barnes could step on me and I'd be grateful

User14: Y/N is so damn lucky for having such a husband material of a man

User19: Quick question Y/N: When people get married or engaged, some of them have that habit of always twirling their ring for comfort. Do both of you do that a lot?

Y/N Y/L/N: neither one us realized at first but when our friends and families pointed out, especially when we weren't together, that yes we indeed do that... We were shocked and touched. So yes, we do it a lot 🥰

benbarnes: It makes me feel closer to her when I touch my ring because that's when I know that this wasn't a wild dream.

User6: OMG that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard 🥹😭

User12: these two are the biggest simp for each other and we are their biggest simps

User13: crying, wailing, vomiting, sliding over the door 😭

User6: Man is just so genuine and grateful for his life... Just watch how he softens and gets giddy at the mere mention of his girl and you would see it

User12: a Man who turns into a child with his lover is the greenest green flag ever and the most adorable thing in the whole world

User5: if these two ever breaks up I'll for sure loose all hope for a long-lasting love.

User18: but like... Has anyone ever seen Ben that much in love? Look at our man, there is a different glow I've never seen in him with all the other

User4: That's Y/N effect, darling, and it proves even more that what they have is genuine and real💓

User6: they slowly solved every single one of the problems they faced and now living fhe life they deserve 😌

User10: Ben is down so bad for her and look at that shiny, bright smile on his face🤭

User5: What is he smiling at in the second picture Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: we were having a zoom meeting with the SaB cast and he looked so cute like that and I took a screenshot 🥹

User6: why was he smiling tho?

benbarnes: because my fiancee looked so cute ❤️

jessie_mei_li: my parents are so obviously in love 🥹 but come on, just lower the flirting down a bit, will you?

User9: Lord, indeed, should have mercy

User1: those two are so cute together and so like those old school romances 🥹

User7: If Ben looked at me like the first one, I would fold

shadowandbone: legit

User4: Who is managing this account 🤣

User8: And why so like us?? 😂

User12: Legends say that It's Y/N so that she could openly gush about them 👀

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Y/N Y/L/N: Very close to lock him up in the house...😑 I thought we talked about being so cute, mister benbarnes?

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benbarnes: It's genetics, love, I can't change it😏🤭

User3: someone finally thaught him how to use emojis

User9: user3= sarcastic older daughter

User16: we indeed agree on this Y/N, he should be kept hidden for some time!

User14: Ever since their engagement, I am always imagining their son. Yes, son. For some reasons, I feel like their first child would be a boy... With his daddy's pout and nose scrunch and his mummy's eyes 🥹

User8: STOP THAT'S TOO CUTE

User1: They can have my soul for that to happen

User7: I feel like he is more of a girl dad tho

User8: who said they would only have one child?😌

User7: She has been very clingy and lovey on Ben lately 👀 Is it because of the Engagement or...

User4: There is more Y/N and Ben content everywhere, and I'm soaking them all up

blakelively: I'm shocked...

User6: WHY? DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T

User5: SECOND MOMMY BLAKE WE ARE DESPERATE PLEASE-

User1: I'm ready to give everything, not that you need, bUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD IS IT BABY NEWS?!

freddycarter1: finally, she remembered that she is engaged and actually flirts with him rather than bullying.

kittheyounger: at least one of us is saved 🥹

calahan.skogman: It's a fair sacrifice to make...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop being dramatic guys... I'll take you all to Disneyland, don't worry

kittheyounger: just like that, suddenly, I'm very obedient 🧎

User9: Let's not forget about how user3 is basically their adopted kid at this point djsjdj

User5: I'd have died if they personally invited her to their wedding lol

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Y/N Y/L/N: Here are some photos of me on the set, taken by amazing people!

1. my fiance benbarnes

2. dear jessie_mei_li

3. dragon queen sujaya_dasgupta

P.S: Damn, I really look good!

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User9: look at our happy girl claiming her man😎

User15: A confident girl 😎

User1 Queen is queening

User4: Mommy is mommying

User6: but brain not braining because dayumnn look at that cute smile

User8: Everyone, find yourselves someone that looks at you like Y/N looks when she is directing

User14: So inspiring for young girls! Keep doing what you love, sweet Y/N!

User7: The third picture stepped on me... thank you mommies 🧎

User4: I had to put my phone down and breathe deeply with a hand on my chest 😛

User12: who knew Sujaya's great photo-taking ability?

User11: definetly not me, but it was a welcomed surprise

shadowandbone: on my KNEES for them, down so bad...🤭🫦

User3: Y/N we know it's you, you can come out 🤣

zendaya: Happy smiles after the engagement huh 😏

amita_suman: and here we are, wondering what made her even more enthusiastic... Turns out, it was just Ben effect

User5: She looks so much more happier, if that was possible!

freddycarter1: and much more soft

kittheyounger: and much more loving

Y/N Y/L/N: I'm still the old me... Maybe a tiny bit softer, but don't tempt me.

User5: currently watching her old interviews... MOMMY we need new food!

User2: Have you watched the latest, very long, reels in Instagram?

User5: NO! WHEN DID SHE DO THAT

User2: a few hours ago! It's really fun, just our Queen slaying again

User12: "I'm so glad I'm finally alone... Having to pretend like I like the male population of the cast took a toll on me. Her face:😒😏🫢🤭🤫 *Sips soda but chokes*"

User7: The way I cackled so hard at that part! She is unintentionally so funny djsjdj

User9: Chaotic Good is literally her.

User6: Karma has found her after her prank on Freddy as a revenge for Calahan

User13: Mother Y/N, is there gonna be New food? I need me some full-of-feels work-of-art kinda thing of yours...

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Y/N Y/L/N: I couldn't have done half of the things I did without his support, trust and love. And look at what he is doing?

Are you trying to be my 13th reason?

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benbarnes: I didn't know me, holding babies did something to you love 😏

Y/N Y/L/N: It does many things, Barnes, but we shouldn't talk about it here...

User5: I don't know what you want from me, but you can have my first born or whatever so that you two could get married 🫡

freddycarter1: benbarnes and Y/N Y/L/N Please get a room already, you are getting kinky in the comments

User16: Bets are on about how soon they will hold their baby ✋

User7: If Ben isn't gonna give her a baby, she will get it herself...

User3: she wants to have a baby so bad 🥹 And I do too

User8: this world is shitty anyways, we all need a little baby Y/L/N-Barnes to make it a little bit better

User10: Completely irrevelant and you don't have to answer Y/N, but in one of his interviews he said he always loved your kisses the best and it didn't have to be sexual etc. I was wondering what type of kisses he was talking? Again, completely fine if you won't answer 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: hı, sweetie! Thank you for being so mindful of our life! Of course I can answer it: It's perhaps the ones that gives you butterflies? He enjoys the lingering kisses with a hand over his neck and face, whether on the lips or not, he also loves me attacking his face with gentle kisses too but I think, by his reactions, the one he ADORES and melts the most is forehead kisses! 🥹

User10: OMG thank you for answering! So, it was true? Ben really enjoys getting the babygirl treatment?

Y/N Y/L/N: He does! And I really love it when he is so happy and just giggles cutely🥰🥹

User15: Y/N Y/L/N being the most lovely and amazing girlfriend she is... Coddling her boyfriend and shit and making me cry because damn, that's one hell of a healthy realtionship

User5: currently sitting in my tub full of water and staring at the toaster...

User1: Y/N is swooning for her man holding a child( no wonder why, it was my first reaction at seeing Ben look down at that child so softly and lovingly)

User3: Now, just imagine how he would be like if it was his own🥹

User6: istg they are Milf and dilf in making, I just know it!

User12: what would be the gender of their first child? Bets are on! ( user3, you better vote too because you called dibs on their marriage, you are calling dibs again on the gender and this time, I'm on your side)

User3: OMG djshdjdjd I don't know really, as long as the baby is fine and healthy... But I'd really like to see a baby boy Barnes who ADORES and waddles after his mama like a certain dad of his 🥹

User12: Boy, it is... Okay, okay.

User12: girl button (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

User12: boy button( from the seer herself): (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

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marvel's boys: from sidekicks to heroes

i've been seeing a lot of talk about my friend ray's post about the mentor/sidekick relationship in marvel as compared to DC (this post is specifically in regards to the movie portrayal of said relationships). find the post here. the discussion around this post has inspired some thoughts in me, so i thought i'd share them below.

steve and bucky's relationship as mentor/sidekick originates in the golden age as part of the "child sidekick/hero" craze phenomenon at the time. kids wanted to know they could contribute to the war effort in these years, that they could also make a difference when their fathers and brothers went to war. so the child sidekick was invented and at marvel, that was bucky barnes + toro raymond.

but even in the silver age, we maintained a younger sidekick mentality: rick jones, janet van dyne (until she turned out be old enough to marry hank pym), and i would even include flash thompson's brief stint as a fake spider-man in this category. but, yes, all these "sidekick" scenarios eventually winded down. but i don't think it's because marvel decided sidekicks weren't a worthy trend anymore. far from it.

i think DC's interpretation of the mentor/sidekick relationship becomes more paternal/familial whereas marvel's becomes centered around guilt and trauma (rick jones, primarily). i wouldn't say marvel hated sidekicks after the golden age; they just become heroes on their own (peter parker, the original x-men, nova, etc.) rather than relying on a mentor-esque figure. i think DC has clung to the paternal side of this trend more and maintained it - it's worked for them, so great. but marvel i think dived the other way which was also great.

i know about the "spider-man killed teen sidekicks by being both a young person and the main hero" take as well and i have some thoughts on that, too, if you'll bear with me.

i think it isn't that we started hating sidekicks. i think we realized that, after the golden age, the kids weren't just kids anymore. there is a genre of kid who was too young to fight in ww2 but who still dealt with that trauma and that kid was reading these comics, sending in letters, collecting stamps, etc. comic mags in the golden age used to be FULL of things like "if you see any war planes over your city, report it to the nearest military office!" or "you can collect scrap metal and donate it to the war effort, just like timmy here!" and after the events of pearl harbor, every timely comic had a big stamp on them, demanding that we "remember pearl harbour".

now its 1962 and that kid is 15 and he kinda doesn't NEED his dad as much cause he's either dead or he's been away for years fighting in the war. this kid needs to be his own hero. [gestures to peter parker, richard rider, steve rogers even if you count the origin story] like it isn't that spider-man killed the sidekicks - it's that he lost his father figure (ben parker) and now had to be his own hero and i think that would've resonated a LOT with kids of that era who had gone through a similar loss.

i think it shows in rick jones too - the reason rick just never REALLY "sidekicked" is because he was a reflection of the young boys/girls at the time who suddenly had no parents or elder figures bc of the wars. now they had to deal with it on their own and thats why he didn't stick it out with steve and why he became bruce's friend instead of the hulk's sidekick, cause he just didn't need that mentor and that protection anymore after what he (as a representation of kids from the after-war years) had gone through.

it isn't that the sidekicks died. it's that they were forced to grow up.

if you're interested in thoughts like this, i have some posts on my rarely used wordpress blog. The Golden Age: overview: how i started reading the Golden Age comics. The Golden Age: I: characters i thought i knew, but did not. The Golden Age II: think of the women and children!