#good god ben barnes is hot

[al1ee]

god created men and sent us ben barnes as an apology

[caspiansluts]

Bound

Hello darlings.

Anyone who has been with me for a while knows this dance by now. I post, I disappear for two years, I apologise profusely, and the cycle continues. So let's just all pretend that I'm not a terrible excuse for a blogger and enjoy some mindless delicious Caspian porn, yeah?

Warnings: smut (duh), use of restraints, derogatory language, daddy/sir language, one small instance of faceslapping if that's not your jam. Ben Barnes is also a warning because dear god.

My stomach was tied in knots, goose bumps prickling all over my body as Caspian finished tightening the restraints around my wrists. He had blindfolded me this time, and it somehow made it even more exciting, bound spread eagled to the bed, completely helpless and unable to predict what he was going to do to me next.

“There we go,” he said softly. He trailed his hand down my stomach, making me squirm. “My pretty little slut is all ready to be used.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, biting my lip. We liked using restraints but he had never tied my legs apart like this before. I was aching already, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much teasing to break me tonight. “Want you to ruin me.”

He made a light tsking sound. “Patience,” he chastised. I could feel him shifting around on the bed, and then his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs as he settled between my legs. I trembled. “Just lie there and let me play with you for a bit.” I felt him leaning over me and his breath was hot against my neck, his fingertips teasing between my thighs but never high enough, never touching my pussy no matter how much I tried to wiggle my hips closer. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He sounded amused. “And I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Yes sir,” I whimpered. His hands left my thighs and ran up my sides. Unexpectedly, his mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I moaned as he sucked on it. Caspian knew how sensitive my nipples were, knew that every time he sucked and licked at them it felt as though he was playing with my pussy at the same time, and I could feel him smiling against me as I arched my back. He pinched my left nipple with his other hand.

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I gasped.

“That didn’t take long did it? My needy little slut. Daddy’s not ready to fuck you just yet.” He began to suck on my other nipple. I bit my lip and tried not to squirm so much but I couldn’t help it, I was throbbing and aching and desperate for him to fuck me, to touch me, anything so long as he would stop teasing my nipples. And then one hand was between my legs, spreading my lips, and my nipple fell from his mouth as he inhaled sharply. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “You’re dripping. You really are a little whore, aren’t you?” He gave me a rough smack on the cheek when I didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes sir, I’m your whore,” I gasped. My pussy was throbbing.

“Good girl,” his fingers dipped down and pressed against my entrance. “So wet. I bet you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Please, I need your cock, need you inside me,” I begged.

He started rubbing gentle circles around my clit and I bit my lip, desperate, aching, tingling, and unable to move, completely at his mercy. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cock and fuck you senseless? Make you my little braindead cumslut?” He carried on playing with my pussy, effortlessly finding my sweet spot, driving me insane with quick firm circles around my clit whilst all I could do was moan and squirm, unable to stop him because it was too much and too fast and I was too sensitive but fuck, I was already getting close and it felt so good…

And then when I was on the verge of cumming, I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my throat, squeezing just a bit too tight, and he growled in my ear. “Remember to ask permission.”

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” I moaned desperately.

“Not yet.” His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.

“Daddy,” I cried. “Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good I promise, just please let me cum!”

“Okay baby, you can cum,” he pressed just slightly harder on my clit, and I came almost instantly, the wave crashing over me and sending electric through my veins, cunt spasming uncontrollably and hips rising up off the bed, crying out in pleasure and pain as he continued toying with me and coaxing me through my orgasm, murmuring “There we go, there’s a good girl,” all the while. When I had finished coming down, he pressed a kiss to my temple through the blind fold.

“Thank you daddy,” I smiled, and when he replied I could hear the smile in his voice too.

“You’re welcome baby. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now.”

[aleksanderscult]

so. First of all I love your blog. Seriously I think you are one of the person who have comman sense in this fandom. I like everything you post. While scrolling through Tumblr I came across the usual anti darkling post ( he is groomer , murderer etc etc ) i did the thing I usually do when I came across such thing : I skip. A tag caught my eye. I don't remember but it's say something like : the only reason you like him is that he is Ben Barnes if darkling is a girl you couldn't like him. Which made me think what if darkling was a girl and alina as a boy. I just image a sexy hot black hair women with pale skin and grey eyes and morozova genes. Which..........is enough to made me think if I am a Bi 🤔. That image has not left me for a week and my dreams. So my question is

What do you think might happen if darkling is a girl and alina is a boy. How might the events of SaB and SaS will be affected. And m*lina too,of mal is a girl too. You thoughts 🤔

Thank you so much, anon! It makes me happy to know that others enjoy my blog and content. 😍

First of all about what that anti said: I personally didn't like Ben Barnes as the Darkling so it obviously doesn't apply. And even if the Darkling was a girl I would still root for her. I root for any character that fights for something better, for a positive change to happen among such oppression. And I think that's one of the major reasons his fans love him as well.

Now about your question: Boy, I would love to see that. I was always attracted to dangerous women, especially the ones that combine beauty and slyness (like Milady in "The Musketeers" or Morgana from "Merlin" post season 2).

But I don't think the story would be affected that much with the only exception that Alina in a male form would probably not be slut shamed for his attraction to the Darkling (in this version she would be called Aleksandra which is a fact that I love!)

The Darkling would remain an interesting character but, God, does that mean that Alina as a man would still avoid his duties?? 😭

And Mal as a girl. She would obviously be popular and well-liked by everyone but imagine that: she would sleep around with many guys and then attack her best friend for falling in love with a girl that isn't her. Well, for one thing it doesn't stick. You see if Mal as a girl fucked around then she would be called a whore (just like Alina was indirectly called one by Mal for wanting Aleksander) while in the original story when Mal did that no one raised a single eyebrow. So we live in a fictional world where if you do that as a guy then you're okay but if you're a girl then you should be called a prostitute. And Leigh had Mal get away with his behavior so she was more willing to let Mal pass with his sexist behavior than the Darkling who had enough and tried to put end to his people slaughter for good.

Anyway, I believe Mal's character would change a lot if he was a girl (primarily his fuckboy nature because the author doesn't allow a girl to have sexual liberation in her books) and I have a feeling she would be boring (again). And I don't think she would be a tracker?

Alina as a man wouldn't be slut shamed (because he's a man 🤷) but he would still avoid the Darkling. Nevertheless the chemistry would be off the charts. And the Darkling would slay like always. She would be the personification of femme fatale but her goal would be selfless and true like always. For some reason, I imagine her as a very seductive figure (although my wishful thinking might be speaking here).

The real question here is how the relationship between the Darkling as a girl and her mother, Baghra would be. Would Baghra want a daughter in the first place but she got stuck with Aleksandra because it was her only child that shared her powers? Or if Baghra had no problem with her child's sex, would she still be that possessive and controlling over her?

My own answer is yes and Baghra would most definitely leave a trauma to the Darkling even if she was a girl. That woman has no parenting skills in any universe. Just like I can't see the Darkling be anything else other than a fighter and a survivor in any other scenario.

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 19

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Author's Note.

Our first (AND ONLY!) pov switch between Harley and Daryl. It jumps back and forth.

Please enjoy this chapter!

Daryl pushes a stray branch out of his way, ducking under it and carrying on down the beaten path. Homeward and empty handed. After searching tirelessly for Sophia for about three hours and coming up empty, all he wants to do is get back to the farm, eat some leftovers for lunch, and take a damn nap. All this searching business, combined with that no-good bastard Shane. Been one Hell of a time, that's for sure. 'Course, Harley's gonna be askin' him why he didn't find the girl when he gets back. He don't blame her. It's been almost a week since they last seen her. To an adult like him, feels like months. To her, must feel like years. If he could take some of that pain away, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

Seems he'll just have to keep going out every day to search.

Amy, Morales, Jenner. Hell, her own Mother. That poor girl's seen too much death, and he knows it. This time, God, he hopes it's different.

He steps out from the treeline and slowly makes his way up the driveway, rehearsing in his head what he's gonna say to her.

The closer he gets, though, the faster he realizes something seems wrong. He picks up his pace, jogging up to where everyone's gathered around the gate, feverishly arguing over one another. Can't believe, Anywhere by now, are the little snippets he can make out, Leaving right now, Are you ready, Yes. Already, he's trying to pin-point Harley in the crowd, but all he comes up with is a crying boy and a bunch of worried faces.

With dread creeping up behind him even quicker now, Daryl calls out, "Hell is goin' on here? Where's Harley?"

Heads turn in his direction and eyes go wide.

Hand held over her heart, Jacqui gasps, "Oh, God, he's back."

When Rick spots him over Andrea's shoulder, he nudges her to the side and marches straight over to him.

"Daryl." He's never seen him this frenzied before. "Daryl, we got a problem."

Worry-wart Dale's hot on his heels, adding, "It's Harley."

"He took her." Lori cries. "Shane, he took her!"

"They're gone!"

He comes to a stop in front of Rick.

"What?"

All at once, red-hot anger. Red-hot anger burning everywhere.

"He left five minutes ago." Rick's focus is sharp and deadly, a knifepoint. "Listen, we're goin' after him and we're doin' it now. You comin'?"

Daryl knew Shane had some crazy thoughts, but this is beyond that. He honestly wishes he could say this is a shock, but it ain't.

"Gimme that gun." He seethingly demands. He snatches a rifle off Dale and checks the chamber as the rest of the group come to surround him. It's already full. By the looks on everyone's faces, they're not planning on talking things out this time. "Which way?"

"We reckon he's gonna skip town." Rick explains, motioning with his gun. "He knows that's the first place we'll search, and he's smarter than that. And he's got provisions, so he won't be in need of a shoppin' trip anytime soon. So, I'm thinkin' he'll be headed for Fort Benning."

"He's had his heart set on that place for a long time." Glenn nods in agreement. "It's as good a guess as any."

"Guessing's all we got. Which car you takin'?"

More rifles are handed out like hot cakes.

"Maggie's offered hers. Fastest one we got."

"Who else?"

"Glenn, T-Dog, and Andrea."

"I'll take my truck." The chamber bolt clicks back into place as everybody splits up. "Let's go chase this slimy sum'bitch down, then."

"I'll take shotgun." Rick nods, storming toward the truck alongside him. "He's really done it this time, hasn't he?"

He barks, "How the Hell did he get away?"

"It was the barn. We found Sophia." He doesn't even have the chance to ask the most important question there is, 'cause Rick answers for him. "Dead." His stomach sinks at that. That's a loss he'll have to feel later. He can't afford to think about anything but his own little girl right now. "Bitten. God, I had to shoot her. We all had our heads turned at the right moment, and next thing we know, Shane's already up the hill with her. We tried to stop him. Hell, I even shot the car up."

Daryl sends him a barbed glare. "You ain't—?"

"No. I made sure." He shakes his head, expression severe. "I saw her in the window at the last minute. She wasn't hit. Just the back window."

He takes a sigh of relief. A small victory. They're gonna need a lot of those today.

As they reach their camp, Daryl snatches up a spare box of bullets, sarcastically ribbing, "Would'a been nice of you to hit the tyres, Grimes."

He tosses the ammo to Rick, who catches and stashes it in his pants-line.

"Yeah, very funny. He was drivin' that thing outta here like a drunken maniac. Not even The Terminator could'a hit those things."

"Just sayin'," He lilts as he grabs the keys from his bag and rounds the truck. "Bein' a city cop an' all."

"Shut up, Daryl. You wanna go kill this bastard, or what?"

"With pleasure."

They both climb into their seats and slam the doors shut. Before Rick even has time to get his seatbelt on properly, Daryl's got the engine on and is swerving out the small clearing, tearing up the grass as he goes. They make the speedy, bumpy drive back to the main gate, where T-Dog and Glenn, with Andrea at the wheel, are idling on the driveway in Maggie's green Subaru.

He pulls up next to them, window rolled all the way down.

"Y'all ready?" He calls out over the sound of the truck bumbling.

"We're followin' you, got a full tank of gas." Andrea nods. "Just lead the way."

"Be careful." Carl pouts worriedly from nearby, wrapped up in his Momma's arms. Then, shyly, "Bring her back, please."

The engine revs under Daryl's foot as Rick promises, "We're not comin' back 'till we do."

"And Shane..." He hesitates for a moment. A hardened look replaces what had once been a soft little boy. "Do what you have to do."

Do what you have to do.

Without another word exchanged, they set off down the drive, a posse of anger honed on a single target.

This is not how Daryl was expecting his afternoon to start, but he sure as Hell knows how it's gonna end.

Only once they hit the highway does the rage melt away into pure, sickening anxiety.

Welcome to Talbot County, says the weathered sign on the side of the road.

As I'm readin' those big, bold letters, the car comes to a crawl. Shane steers it into the emergency lane, muttering to himself about gas. He said about two hours ago we'd run out at some point today. Guess he was right. I lift my head from where I been resting it against the door and peek out the window. Yellow fields and impossibly tall pine trees surround us on both sides, bordered by two wonky, rickety fences.

I don't recognise any of it, but I've gotten used to that feeling by now. I've had more than enough time to.

Shane sends me a half-smile from the driver's seat. "Looks like we're walking from here, kiddo. Grab yer things." 

Walking. Hopefully that'll make us easier to find.

But knowin' Shane, he'll take us through the woods and it'll only make it ten times harder.

After putting my bag on and hopping out, I meander over to the nearby gravel outcrop while Shane organises the rest of the supplies. Feels nice being up high. I can pretend I'm a mountain explorer. In the distance, two black dots are weaving their way through the wheat. Walkers.

I hear the car door slam shut, and then Shane stepping up to my side with a thin sigh, clutching the straps of his pack.

"Whole lotta country out there." He muses thoughtfully. Then, quieter, "Whole lotta places to get lost."

I fix the horizon with a look, muttering, "Like Fort Benning." 

He turns to me, confused as to how I knew to mention that.

"I saw it circled on the map." I deadpan. "And I know we're headed West, 'cause the sun's on that side. 'Sides... We all know it's been yer dream."

I never understood the fuss around Fort Benning. S'prolly just another empty building filled with dead people and old promises.

But Shane seems to like it.

He looks amused. "Observant thing, ain't you?"

"Comes in handy." I shrug, scuffing the ground.

My boots. Yellow with ladybug print. Makes me miss Glenn. The scrape on my knee from playing at the pond. The soup stain on my sleeve. Carl's purple marker streaked on my hand. Amy's hair lackey... Little signs. I miss everyone. Dad most of all, but also everyone. I wish I had some type of plan, but I don't. I'm only eight. No matter how many times I glance at the map, it still won't get me home.

Shane takes in the relaxing view, his brow free of wrinkles, his shoulders free of tension. He seems happy, I think. At least, happier.

When those two little walkers start to gradually gain numbers, Shane grumbles, Horde's catchin' up again, and decides it's time for us to get a move on. I say goodbye to this little moment, and to the car, and follow after him just as I thought, over the fence and into the trees.

"Alright, comin' up on 86 soon. We bear left when we reach it."

"You're sure this is the route he's taking? 'Cause if it ain't, I'm killin' you next."

"I'm sure. Trust me, this is the one he talked about the most. He'll take this one."

Daryl guesses all them nights spent planning road-trips with Shane was worth it, then, if Rick is right about this. He better be. They been following this route for almost half an hour now. If only cars left footprints like turkeys and squirrels did, then maybe he'd feel a little better.

When Rick looks over and sees Daryl's knuckles going white around the wheel, he reassures him, "We're gonna find her, Daryl."

He shakes his head. "I should'a seen it comin', man. I know men like Shane. I been to prison for killin' men like Shane."

The beating, the shooting, the stabbing, he could take; he could live with. He knows how to live with scars. But this? Taking another man's child? That's a line Daryl knows all too well that some men are willing to cross. But he killed the last one, and he'll kill this one, too.

"Maggie told me about that." Rick says, not a trace of judgement in his tone. "Last night. Said Harley told her, thought I might wanna know."

"What, in case you decided you wanted a two-for-one deal?"

"You gotta understand what a story like that must sound like to outsiders. She was concerned after what you did to Shane."

"Yeah, well, she's about to get a whole lot more concerned. I'm gonna let you know right now, man, I ain't sorry for it."

"Which part?"

"Everything. I've never killed or hurt a man that ain't deserve it. Shane... Well, I guess he ain't any different. Shot me, and I deserved it."

"Well, I'm not askin' you to be sorry. Nobody is, nobody will. We've all done what we had to survive, even before the world ended."

He jokes, "You ain't gonna throw me in a cell once this is over, are ya, Deputy?"

A bitter laugh. "No, I will not."

An intersection splits the road ahead.

A small patch of it seems to glitter in the sunlight.

Daryl murmurs, pulling in close, "What's that?"

"The glass." When they stop beside it, Daryl opens his door and peers down. He's right. Shattered glass. Right route, then. "I wouldn't wanna be drivin' around with all that, either, especially not with a kid in the back. I'm guessin' he cleaned it out. Anyway, there's 86. Hang a left."

"Wait a second." Not only glass, but also tyre marks, arching in a curve to the right. He points to them. "Look. He went right."

Rick follows his finger, perplexed, before checking the map again. "Right? Why right?"

God damn it. "He's tryna throw us off."

"Shit, he's sneaky."

"Yeah, no shit." He says dryly. "This makes things harder."

Daryl closes the door and raps the side of the truck to get Andrea's attention, then motions right. She nods and tails him when he turns.

It takes five long hours of getting lost in the hills before they find any sign of Shane and Harley. Rick's car, abandoned on the side of the road. Daryl almost breaks a window when they realize they're not here. Lit by the setting sun are the words, Welcome to Talbot Country.

We travel for hours and hours until the forest goes dark. When Shane notices I'm startin' to get a little nervous, he offers to hold my hand and I take it without hesitation, 'cause this way I can pretend it's just another hike with Dad. I keep asking when we're gonna stop and make camp, but his answer is always, not yet, even after the moon slides directly over our heads and I can hardly keep my eyes open anymore.

It's only once I'm so sleepy I trip over a twig that he apologizes for waiting so long and agrees to stop for the night.

He finds us a rocky overhang we can rest under, hidden between the trees. He rolls out his sleeping bag for me on the hard ground.

"Didn't have time to get yours." He murmurs, regretful. "I'll just use my pack as a pillow tonight. Can't imagine I'll sleep much, anyway."

As I settle on top of it, hugging my knees, he pulls two cans of beans and some bottled water from his pack.

Quietly, I prompt, "Shane?"

"Yeah?" Peeling the lid back, he hands one of the cans to me. Then some water, too. "Here ya go."

"Do you think what Herschel said last night is true?"

He tilts his head. "What? About bein' sick?"

"Yeah. Not the walkers, but the people. That they can get better. That we can re-billah-tate 'em."

Dad says dead means dead, and sick means sick. He says there was never gonna be a good endin' for Momma, but I saw Shane's smile today. Something about finally being free from the group has made him seem more like his old self again, combined with having me, maybe.

I think he can tell quite easily what I'm trying to get at. "I think it's true." He says. "Startin' over. That's all we need."

That's all he needs.

I can't watch this happen again. I just can't. Torn up inside, I blurt, "But they're gonna kill ya, Shane. You know they are."

"They can try." He shakes his head, scooping a spoonful of beans into his mouth, chewing. "I'll protect us. I've done it before."

I almost wish it could've gone some other way. None of us are innocent in this, but none of us are entirely guilty, neither. We're just a bunch of people caught up in somethin' that's too big for any of us to understand, and like always, it's gonna end the only way it can, with death.

Shane knows perfectly well that I'm right. It's like he said, he ain't an idiot. He's just a hopeful, doomed idiot.

"Whatever's left, Harley, I want it. It ain't in my nature to just roll over. So, we're gonna keep goin'. Freedom's worth that." He takes a deep, steadying sigh and gestures to my untouched food. "Eat that up, now. We got a long journey ahead of us, and you'll need the energy."

That night, I have that same nightmare again, the one where Shane dies at the end.

We set off again in the early morning, so early in fact I can't even tell it is morning. The sky's black, the forest on the verge of waking up. As we make our way through the rolling lengths of rural country, Shane teaches me how to load a gun, using his. It's a little like mine and Dad's game of poisonous or edible, except it's a little more advanced. I've never learnt to shoot before. Dad always said I weren't ready.

"Magazine goes up through here." He tells me, smacking it into the grip. "You hear it click. That's how you know it's nice and snug in there." I nod along with him, paying close attention. "Then to get the bullet in the chamber, you yank back on this. That's called the slide."

"Merle used to tug on some handle to get the bullets in the chamber."

"That would'a been a bolt action rifle he had. This one, though, it's more simple." He unloads the clip and hands the pieces to me. "You try."

"Woah," I gasp as I take them. "It's heavy."

He chuckles. "Yeah, that's what everyone says when they first get their hands on a firearm. They make it look easier in the movies, don't they?"

"Nah, you make it look easier." Slot the magazine into the grip, grab the slide, yank back. "Like that?"

"Perfect. Now unloading, you just press that lil' button, there. It'll fall right out, be ready to catch it."

I press it, and the magazine drops into my waiting palm. "There."

"Well done." He smiles. "Remember, always aim for the head. When it gets brighter out, maybe we can try shootin' some targets."

The sky is back to jewel-blue by the time we run into more walkers. Just like before, it seems like they know where they're going.

"What're they doin?" I ponder under my breath, watching 'em stumble single-file across a grassy ridge in the distance.

"Might be some type of migration." Shane guesses. "There's definitely enough of 'em out here for that."

"What's migration?"

"It's when animals travel in a group together to get someplace warmer, or colder. Probably someplace with more food, in these guys' case."

"You think they're headin' toward town?"

"Well, they're comin' from the direction of the highway, so I'm guessin' so. Some Hell-good senses of smell they must have, then."

"Or memories."

"You wanna have a go hitting one of 'em?"

I sure do. "From here?"

"Nah, we'll sneak up a bit. Too hard from this distance. Up there, it'll be easy."

Keeping out of sight, we creep up the incline until we make it to the peak, ducking down in the grass together.

"Okay, safety's off. It's loaded." Shane whispers, passing me the gun. My heart beats like a wild animal as he manoeuvres my fingers around the grip. "You're gonna hold it like this. Firm. Confident. You're the one in control, here." All the times I've killed a walker, they've had the jump on me. Not this time. He reminds me to load a bullet into the chamber, and I pull back on the slide again, getting more familiar with the movement. "Good girl. Now line your eye up with the sight, just like that." I squint down the barrel of the gun. "Breathe." In and out, slowly. "And squeeze."

Always aim for the head.

I place the little head of the closest walker on the tip of the sights. In and out. When I'm ready, I squeeze the trigger.

The bullet flies out with a bang, but it lands somewhere in the trees.

Shane encourages, "That's alright. Try again."

I can do this. Line it up, nice and careful. In and out. Squeeze.

This second bullet lodges itself into the walker's skull. It flinches before simply dropping to the ground like somebody pressed its off button.

The others happily continue on without it.

Lowering the gun, I turn to Shane with a giant grin on my face. "I did it."

"Told you it'd be easy." He looks proud of me. "Try hittin' the next one."

"It's so much farther. Can I even hit it?"

"I believe in you."

This time without any guidance, I line up the next target best I can. Squeeze. It hits the walker's ribs. Damn. I take my time and try again. After two more shots that don't quite hit their mark, the fourth bullet finally nicks it on the side of the head and it, too, falls to the ground.

"Good work." Shane gestures for the gun, and I pass it to him. "I'll get the rest of 'em."

He aims at the group with expert precision. Three exact shots, and they all go down. One day, I'm gonna be as good a shot as he is.

He nudges me, standing. "Come on. Some reason, seems like this way's clear now."

Giggling, I follow him into the open and through the littering of bodies, the thrill of two walker kills coursing hotly through my veins.

"Just fold your thumb over like this and blow. It's easy."

Shane holds his hands up to his mouth and tries blowing air through the gap between his thumbs, but all that comes out is a tortured screech that sounds like a dying elephant, and I giggle hysterically. It's meant to sound like a bird call. He taught me to shoot, so I'm teaching him this.

Instead of attracting the little woodland birds perched above us in the trees, they all go flying off in the opposite direction.

He jokes, "That's supposed to be easy?"

"Welp, I guess ya can't be good at everything."

Instead of making a retort, he just rolls his eyes.

Daryl has never been this tired in his life. He's worked many long hours in mechanic shops, stayed up a lotta nights, and raised a child all on his own for five years, and yet, as he drives along the highway without a wink of sleep, he can safely say he has never been this tired in his life.

When Rick offers to take over for a while, he promises himself he won't fall asleep. Despite his best efforts, he does.

When he wakes up, they're still driving. He insists he get back behind the wheel, and Rick, being a man with self-preservation, lets him.

They're planning on cutting Shane off. They're on foot now, sure, but the destination's still the same.

They're gonna have to cut back onto the highway at some point. It'll be somewhere near Oakley, two hours out. They did the math.

They'll be ready.

At the hottest point of the day, we stumble across the highway again. With sweat dripping down our backs, we squint against the mean glare of the sun. Up ahead, there's an old gas station. Shane thinks we might be able to find a working car there, which seems to excite him, but only worries me. After making sure there's nobody else along this stretch of road, he nods us forward and we cross into the parking lot.

"We shouldn't linger." He says, looking around at all the abandoned cars. "We need to get back on the road soon as possible."

I try my best to sound nonchalant when I say, "We been doin' okay just walkin'. Maybe we don't need a car."

He throws me an unimpressed look over his shoulder. "Harley, I thought we already talked about this."

We did, but I don't want another car. I don't wanna put any more miles between us and the group than we already have.

"I know, but... I like the fresh air."

"Don't gimme any of that." He lilts, as if a playful tone will change my mind. "I thought we were havin' fun, huh?"

Not anymore. I guess I got caught up in pretending that everything was okay, that we were safe and I was happy, but we aren't and I ain't, and I got people who I gotta get back to. I got a life I gotta live. But Shane, I don't think he accepts that. He wants a reality where he isn't alone.

"L—Let's just keep walkin'." I reach out and grab the bottom of his shirt. When he stops and turns to look at me, I add, "Please?"

"Look at that sign over there." He points to the road. Oakley, it says. "Fort Benning Military Base, forty miles West from here. Now, I don't know about you, Harley, but I'm gonna tell you something. I hate liars. I hate 'em. We got somethin' good, here. Don't let me find out you're a liar."

Suddenly, I wish I'd never opened my mouth. "I ain't lyin', Shane, I swear." I'm just not tellin' the whole truth. "I wanna walk."

"Yeah, I bet you do." He crouches in front of me, painfully close, eye level with me. "And you think I don't know why, huh?"

"W—? What is it with you?" I cry, then, giving up on taking the subtle route. "Why don't you get it, huh?"

"Get what?"

"It's ruined!" If slapping sense into people ever worked, I'd do it right now. "You ruined everything, already. We got nothin'!"

This is what I tried telling him last night. Even if sick people can get better, and even if he's happier out here, this was over before it started.

"Hell you mean, we got nothing? We're free, Harley. Everything's over. We have everything. We got the whole world."

"No." I argue desperately. "We don't. You just think we do."

"Don't say that to me. This is the first time in my life where I'm certain about what I'm doin'. I got a lot to regret, but not this."

"Rick was aiming for you yesterday, Shane. And Dad, he already tried to kill you. I've wanted to kill you. M— Maybe a long time ago, this could'a worked, but y—you— you ruined everything. S'gone, already. We ain't doin' nothin' here but— but waitin' it out. You're gonna die, Shane." I shout as I give him a hard shove on the shoulders. "Just like Amy and Morales and— and Sophia. Just like my Momma, you're gonna die."

"No." He grabs my arms. "No, it's different this time. We deserve for things to go differently."

"Don't matter what we deserve. We didn't deserve for Sophia to die, and look what happened."

He argues, "She wasn't a fighter like we are, Harley,"

"She was my friend."

"She was weak."

"How can you say that? She was only twelve!"

"Rick's pushin' thirty five and he's still losin' sense like it's his job. Age means nothing. All of 'em, Harley. They're weak."

"I don't care. I'd rather be weak. I'd rather be dead than be with you."

His frown darkens. "You don't mean that."

I've never meant anythin' more in my life.

"I'm not gettin' in that car, Shane." A threat. "I'm not. You're gonna have to throw me in again if you wanna leave this place with me."

Angry, heavy breathing, and then a petty, "Guess I'll have to."

As he stands and leaves to continue searching the cars without me, I plop onto the tarmac like a heavy anchor and cross my arms over my chest. I'm good at being stubborn. When I was littler, Merle used to say he'd seen mules with less attitude than me. If he ever saw me pulling a stunt like this, he'd whip me black and blue. But it's like Shane said, he's never and will never lay his hands on me. He'll sure do everythin' else, though.

I watch him take off his dog tag and loop it around the rear-view mirror of the last car he checks. That must be the one we're taking, then. After doing that and throwing his pack in the truck bed, he faces me with a reluctant, patient look on his face, but I don't budge.

"Told ya I ain't a liar, Shane." I call out to him. "I mean it. You're gonna have to throw me in."

"Yeah," He mutters wearily, rubbing a hand down his face. "I believe ya."

"Ya gonna do it, then?"

He drops his hand. "Y'know what? I'm gonna go stock up on some things inside. I'd say don't move, but... You got that covered."

I spend a while just staring at the sky, being stubborn. But after a certain point, my curiosity wins over. I decide to go check up on him, to see what he's doing. I make my way through the cars, up the steps, and jump a little at the little ding-a-ling that comes when I open the door. Stepping inside, I spot him straight away by the registers, distracted by something he's turning over in his hands.

As I approach him, I wonder, "Whatchu doin' in here?"

He looks up at me. Instead of answering, he holds the thing out to me. It dangles, small and silver. A locket. 'Bout the size of a coin. Confused, I take it and bring it close to my face, running my thumb over the little bird engraved on it, the metal leaves, the branch. I find myself smiling.

"A brown thrasher." I muse quietly. Georgia's state bird. "Native American mythology says they're like guardian angels."

He smiles, too. "Yeah, I thought you might know what it was. He's yours, then."

I ask, "Help me put it on?"

"Sure, sweetheart. Turn around."

He takes the locket from me and I do as he says, sweeping my ponytail out the way.

"It would be nice if you had somethin' to put in it." He hums as he clasps it around my neck. "There."

"You know what, I got the perfect thing already." I wiggle my backpack off and set it on the ground, digging through everything until I find what I'm looking for. I grab Dad's wallet and flip it open, holding up the photos for Shane see. "Look. 'Bout the right size, too."

"Well," He chuckles. "I guess that works out, then."

Pulling out the last photo, the one of Momma smiling, I very carefully tear a small oval shape around her upper body.

Watching on, he gently asks, "Who's that?"

"My Momma." I toss the scraps aside and slot the important part into the locket. "I promised Dad I'd look after her. She'll be safe in here."

He sighs, then. "Listen, Harley."

Admiring her through the little window as I stand, I chirp, "Yeah?"

Whatever words he's got on the tip of his tongue, he struggles to get out. His gaze darts to the locket, to my waiting expression, back to the locket again, the little bird perched on the glossy surface. He was right about today. I suppose we did have fun, shooting walkers, practicing bird calls with laughter in our lungs.

He finally opens his mouth. "Harley, I—"

He happens to glance outside, then, the words stolen out from underneath him. The color drains from his face.

I'm about to ask him what's wrong, but when I turn around, the sight of two cars swerving into the parking lot is the very last thing I see before a deafening BANG rocks the earth. The entire front window shatters to pieces. Shane grabs me, throws us both to the floor. The glass rains down across the store like sparkling, white ash. Oh, God. They're here, aren't they? That was Maggie's car, Dad's truck. This is it. It's happening. My heart lodged in my throat, I peek over him. In the wall we were just standing in front of, a bullet hole, black and smoking.

"Shane!"

A hair-raising roar. Dad. That's Dad.

"We're here for ya, buddy!"

I turn to Shane. He's white as a ghost, lips parted.

The car doors slam shut one by one, heavy footsteps slowly spreading out across the tarmac.

"What are you gonna do?" I frantically whisper, my fingers tightening around his arms. "What are you gonna do?"

He's so caught off guard that he can't even answer me. He unholsters his pistol, holding it at his side.

"We've already seen you, Shane!" Rick. "We know you're in there. Pack's out here, too. This the car you're plannin' on taking?" He tries to get a look over the lip of the window but jumps back down as another bullet pierces the back wall. Damn it, Rick's fast. I wanna ask who else is out there, what's going on, what they're doing, but there's no way for him to know. "This is it, Shane. No way out, now."

He seems to force himself to regain composure. "You come to kill me, brother?"

"I've come for Harley. Whether you force my hand or not, that's your choice. Just know it's four against one. A risk I wouldn't take."

Four. Who else? Glenn? Someone else don't deserve shooting?

"Please, Shane," I whimper as he switches the safety off. "Please. You can't. Don't shoot nobody. Just— Just tell 'em you'll come out."

He completely ignores me, taunting, "What about you, Daryl? You out there? Today's the day, huh?"

"Today's the day." Dad parrots from someplace nearby. "Come out."

"You know I can't do that. You know Harley can't, either. I won't allow it."

"Guess we'll see what you allow once I got your brains splattered across the floor. I want my daughter back, Shane!"

"This can still end well for you." Rick butts in, his tone lighter, now. It's the tone you might use to lure an animal in close before you grab it, twist it, snap its neck. I see his shadow stalking over the tiles, pressing up against a car for cover, stretched out by the high-noon sun. He motions for someone to move around the building. I think they're surrounding us while he distracts him. I think time is running out faster than we ever thought it might. "You're headed to Fort Benning, right? Yeah, they got good walls there. Food, water, vehicles, protection. Only forty miles from here. It's a solid plan."

His head's bein' messed with again. "Thought you always said it was a lost cause, Rick?"

"Maybe for us." Rick hums. "Big group, runnin' low on gas, a hundred miles back. But not for you."

Shane humors him a moment, buying himself some time. I don't think he has a plan. "No?"

"Your car's out here." Rick beckons. "Supplies, gas. And you sure as Hell got my permission to leave. I meant it. If there's one face I never wanna see again, it's yours. You're free to go. Hell, Fort Benning's practically just around the block. You made it quite far, huh? Well, it's all yours. But not if it's with Harley. Not if you fight. Let her go. Do that and maybe you can make it on your own. Maybe I won't have to shoot you."

"I know you never thought much of me, Rick, but you really expect me to believe that bullshit?"

More shadows creep past the windows.

"I expect you to understand that this has gone too far. You need to come out, now."

He doesn't answer. In a desperate break for freedom, he grabs my hand, hauls me to my feet, and we shoot out from our hiding place. We make it not halfway across the store before another bullet is fired. I shriek as it hits a shelf this time, forcing us both back down into cover.

His chest heaving, he peers around the shelf, keeping his gun at the ready in his sweaty grasp.

Two more bullets skim past his head.

"Shane," When he meets my gaze, I see fear there, for the first time, ever. We both know this has to end. We're pinned in here. Whatever this is, he has to let it go so he can live. "What if he's not lying? What if you can still make it out?"

"I'm not leaving without you." He shakes his head in refusal. "I'm not livin' if it's not with you."

"Shut up. You don't need me. But me, I-I— I need my Dad. I need to go back."

"Harley—"

"Please. I can't watch you die." He glances at the locket, my dead Momma. "Listen to him. I can't watch anyone else die."

"I know you, Shane. You get to Fort Benning, and then what? What's the plan for after? For the things you gotta live with? How you gonna sleep at night, knowin' the girl ya got callin' you Daddy belongs to someone else, huh? What kind of life is that? For you, for her? She's not yours, Shane. Never was. You and I both know that. She knows that. If you care any little bit about her, you'll let her go. You'll let this whole thing go."

There's a way that this can end well. I need it to end well. "Please. Just listen to him, Shane."

"All of us. All of us can walk away from this. Harley will come back with us, and she'll have more people than she could ever have out here watchin' over her. Carl will have his friend. She'll get to say a proper goodbye to Sophia. She'll get to grow up with a father."

"Some fathers ain't worth growin' up around, Rick. You must understand that more than any of us."

"I do. That's why I know, when I look at Daryl, I see a worthy man. He knows he's done wrong. Not many of us can be so brave to realize that."

"You say brave, I say pathetic." He spits. "I say I've gone and done the world a favor, taking Harley from him."

"Well, we don't see it that way. No judge, no jury, would see it that way, either. You know how this would've gone in the old world, Shane."

"World ain't so old, now. There's a new order to things."

"An order where a man can take another man's child, just 'cause he wants to?"

"Oh, spare me the philosophy lesson, Rick. You don't know the first thing about any of this. I know you don't. Look at Lori and Carl."

"This isn't about them right now."

"You got a broken woman. You got a weak boy. Thing is, you're too stupid to see. That thing you got back there, it won't work. Everything ends, man. You gotta fight for what you want. This— Harley, Fort Benning." It ain't in my nature to roll over. "This is what I'm fightin' for." 

"You're fighting for something that doesn't exist. Fight for something real." He offers. "Fight for your life while you still have it."

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because of everything we've done to get here. The quarry, the CDC, Amy, Morales, Sophia. You draw your gun, it'll all have been for nothing."

"Maybe I don't care so much about that anymore."

"Well, you care about Harley. That's about the only thing we can all agree on. That's why you're out here. That's why this has to end."

I can see Shane wrestling with himself, with how to end this, his heart torn between two different things. Living for himself or dying for me. I love you so much it's gonna kill me. Is he gonna draw? Is he gonna surrender? Will he get to live, or will he die just like everyone else?

God, I hope Rick isn't lying. 

"I don't wanna shoot you." Shane warns. "That's not how I want this to go."

"It's the way it's gonna have to be if you don't come out right now."

I hear the back door being kicked down. Thud, thud, thud. My heart races, flooded with terror. He has to make a decision right now.

"Rick said he'll miss you, y'know." I quickly tell him, my eyes filling with tears. My words seem to pain him. "Said it just this morning."

Thud, thud, thud.

"Please, Shane, believe him. You can make it. Fort Benning's so close. It's always been your dream, remember?"

Thud, thud, thud.

"And— And I won't be there, but that's okay. I'll be somewhere else. I'll think of you. 'Cause— 'Cause I'll miss you, too."

Thud, thud, thud.

I shake the confusing thoughts from my head. "Or— Or my memories of you."

Thud, thud, thud.

"Don't matter. I still hate you for what you done, b-but not enough to want you dead. You gotta go. Please, Shane, you gotta live."

"What is it, then?" Rick calls out. "You gonna stay in there, get shot down like a dog? Or you gonna do the right thing? Give us Harley?"

I want what's best for you, he once told me. I won't ever do anythin' to put you in danger. Remember that. All this time, he kept that promise. I might'a been scared, and I might'a not agreed with some of the things he's done, but I have never, ever been in danger because of him. He helped save me from the highway when it got overrun. He searched for me just as tirelessly as Dad did when I got lost. He pulled that walker offa me, saved me from getting bit. He held my hand when it got dark, and he lent me his sleeping bag, and he gave me the prettiest locket I ever saw just because it had a bird on it I might like. Even right down to shooting my Dad, he was doing what he thought was best for me. 

I need my Dad. He knows I do. He held me when I cried that night, when I thought he was gonna die.

He knows Rick's right.

I can tell what he's chosen.

"Come out, Shane! It's time!"

This is it. He sends me one last smile. Relief overwhelms me. He's surrendering. He's gonna live. It might not be exactly what he wanted or what he planned, but he tried and I think he's okay with that now. He got his last wish. He spent whatever time he had left with me.

"Alright, Rick!" He shouts, "I'm gonna stand up, now. I won't shoot if you won't!"

Holding his hands out to his sides, he slowly stands, making no sudden movements. When he steps out into the open, the sun beams down on his face through the broken window, his body exposed to whatever mercy his brother has left. He opens his mouth to say something.

No words ever come out. Time seems to fracture around me as he flinches backwards, as if punched in the ribs.

His gun goes off from the impact.

A spike of blood, shooting out from behind him.

A scream ripped from my throat.

"No!"

The door finally breaks down. Shane staggers backwards into to the display shelves, a trembling hand clutched over his bleeding chest, coughing weakly like an animal that weren't put down right. I rush to go grab him, help him, anything, but Rick rushes through the front doors, and as soon as I'm on my feet, I'm trapped again when he grabs me. I fight against him, but then Andrea's here too, holding me tight.

Dad comes forward and swings a fist down onto Shane's cheek. His crippled body whips to the side, toppling over onto the ground.

No. No, no, no! He was surrendering! We all saw it, it was over!

I screech, "What're you doing?!"

Blood spurts from his mouth as Dad kicks him in the stomach, hard, over and over again, until he's shoved up against the wall, struggling to breathe. He tries to pull his gun on him, but Dad snatches it from his fingers and throws it across the room, grabbing his shirt collar.

I can't even hear my own cries, anymore. A terrible, piercing ringing noise has replaced my head. It's all I can hear. As Dad stomps and beats and agonizes Shane into a pulp, taking out months' worth of anger on his muscles and bone, Glenn and T-Dog make a sweep of the rest of the store, and my ear keeps on ringing, and the blood keeps spreading, and I keep on crying.

When Rick passes me fully over to Andrea and starts taking off his outer layer of clothing, his button shirt, I'm confused. He rips it off and balls it up tightly and crouches, pressing it against the side of my head.

Can you hear me, I think he's saying.

No. No, I can't hear him.

Why can't I hear him? Why is the ringing gettin' louder?

Glenn, get over here, I think he's saying, now, his brow set low, tight, worried. Get over here.

He quickly comes into view. Oh, it's so good to see his face again.

As Rick pulls back the bunched-up shirt, which comes away bloody, his eyes go wide. He places it back over my ear again.

It's my ear. Something's wrong with my ear.

Over their shoulders, Shane's still on the floor, still bleeding, but he's not moving, anymore.

It's so awful, but I think he's dead.

Shot then pummelled until his body gave out.

Dad gives him one last kick, this time to the head, before turning to join the rest of everyone else, shaking out his bloodied knuckles. T-Dog falls in as well, glancing uncomfortably at Shane's body. As soon as they're within arm's reach, Dad picks me up off the floor, setting me on his hip, speaking to me mutedly and peeling back Rick's shirt. My ear's burning, now, hot as lava, like I've fallen head-first onto a sizzling stove-top.

I lift my hand to touch it, but all I feel is blood and hair, but no ear. My ear, it's always been right here. Where'd it go?

Dad takes me outside and sets me on the hood of the first car he sees, holding my face in his hands.

As my hearing starts to come back, I can pick up on what they're all saying.

"—Alk to me, baby. Can you say somethin' to me?"

"Damn it," Glenn gawks, "He shot it clean off."

God, it stings so bad.

"You killed him." I manage to croak, the horrifying realization sinking in that Shane really is dead. "Both of you. Y-You killed him."

He was supposed to make it to Fort Benning. He was supposed to live. It was supposed to end well this time.

"I know." Dad croons, "But don't think about that right now. Think about yer head. Are you dizzy?"

"You killed him."

"She might be in shock." Rick suggests, taking a bottle of water from Andrea when she comes running up to us, offering it to him. He unscrews it and pours it over the left side of my head, apologizing when I cringe at the pain. He frowns. "Yeah, there's nothin' much left there."

"When'd it happen?" T-Dog distresses, keeping his distance. He's never been good with blood.

"He must've pulled the trigger when I hit him." He answers sourly. "Grazed her head."

Andrea scoffs. "Even in death, he's still a giant, fucking asshole."

Patting around my hair again, I feel it, now.

My ear. Shane shot my ear off.

The top half of it, it's gone.

"Well, it's a nasty souvenir, alright." T-Dog utters. "Won't be forgettin' this day anytime soon..."

It's a final, permanent reminder that I was stupid to think things could've gone any other way.

I will never make that mistake again.

At the sound of growling in the distance, we all turn our heads. Walkers, much, much more than usual, approach us through the trees.

"We gotta get her to Herschel." Dad grunts as he hauls me onto his hip again. "Let's get outta here."

Glenn winces. "You think that's the horde, again?"

"You wanna stick around and find out?"

I whimper, "Dad it hurts."

Not just my ear, but everything. 

"I know, baby." He soothes, tucking the shirt back against me. I put my hand over it. "Just hang on a little longer. I gotcha."

As we head over to the cars, I look behind at the gas station, the broken window, and the battered body tucked away in the corner, laying in a puddle of tarry blood. I turn away from the grisly sight, glancing down at my locket. A brown thrasher. 

"You wanna take that truck he had?" Rick offers, gesturing to it. The pack's still in the trunk, ready to go. "Waste of a good vehicle, otherwise."

Dad agrees, "Yeah, sure. You take my truck. Keys are on the seat."

With a nod, Rick walks off with the others.

He opens the driver's door and places me carefully onto the middle seat before climbing in next to me. I've only been away from the farm for two days and one night, and yet I feel like I'm returning from war. He slams the door shut and steals the keys off the dash. I pull Rick's shirt down. Blood. I'm so tired of seeing blood. As the engine rumbles to life, Dad takes the shirt from my lap, slings his arm over my shoulders, and secures it snugly against my ear — stub, now, I suppose — with his hand. With the other, he pulls out the parking lot, onto the highway.

This has all been a blur. The barn, being taken, making it to the hills, the gas station, the gunshot, the blood, Shane.

I rest my wet cheek against Dad's side. As the hills roll by, I gaze up at the dog tag dangling from the mirror.

When he notices the name engraved on it, he snaps it off and throws it out the window.

It lands in some forgettable ditch on the side of the road.

I swear the world seemed bigger before.

Author's Note.

Shane is dead.

AAAAAh do you feel like you've been hit by a semi-truck, because I feel like I've been hit by a semi-truck. This chapter took a lot out of me.

I know you guys have mixed feelings about Shane — Some of you hate him, some of you don't — so I made sure everyone got their piece of satisfaction from either Harley, who was quite sympathetic, or Daryl / Rick, who were definitely uuuuuh not very sympathetic.

And yes, Harley has no left ear anymore. I wanted her to have a physical scar as well as just emotional ones from this, because Shane's death is the second biggest tragedy she's ever experienced after her Mom. I wanted her to carry it physically, if that makes sense.

Trust me, I wanted her to be ruthless toward Shane just like Daryl, but I let the poor girl live for a minute. Gave them both a little taste of what could've been, because I fit the trope of the evil writer wanting my characters to suffer, mwahaha

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was an insane ride writing it. Next up is the season finale, I guess!! Got some things planned for that.

As always, thank you for your support! 💙

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

The Umbrella Academy season 4 episode 3

January 23 1995, huh?

Giant squid, you say? Ben?

That's a hand? A face?

Jennifer?

Fucking Hargreeves

Not sure how I feel about the Umbrella being upside down

Ouch

Oh OUCH

OOP

Ray walked out huh

Clearly you do give a shit

I see both sides on this

Luther is so funny

I really don't like Lila saying "and then there were six." Just- the vibes and call backs it draws forth are not good

Nah it is really funny

Neither of them are good at being domestic

I feel like this is gonna end up divorce

They need to stop with this song

Not doing so hot there, ay Ben?

Jennifer has the glowy red too

To they need to stay together now?

Oh my god it is alpacas

Oh my god I just placed Gene's voice. Is he Ron Swanson (it is)

These bitches have formed a whole ass cult around a girl popping out of a squid and saying the words "the cleanse"

She has no one cause you've isolated her.

You are not safe, and you can't trust them

She keeps seeing Ben...

Don't drink that!

THE VAN IS NAMED WANDA

Five truly is an old man

Weren't they hours away? How'd he get home so fast? Without a car???

Klausssssss :(

KLAUS >:(

This is breaking my heart

Oh Claire

THEY BREAK MY HEART THEN HAVE DIEGO HEAD FIRST IN A BOX GOING "Damn it smells like ass" EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH

The report mentions the Umbrella Academy

Hmmmmmm

Is Diego going to think that Lila is cheating on him with Five? Cause that's stupid (and if they actually fucking go there that's even MORE stupid cause it makes no sense)

2006 THATS WHEN BEN DIED. SO JENNIFER IS HOW BEN DIED (or it is at least connected)

Good job Diego Im so proud of you

I don't trust Sy for SHIT

I do think Ben needs to go be with Jennifer

Oh them joining causes this "cleanse" doesn't it. And the cleanse I imagine, is a cleansing the earth in fire type thing

Damn, I didn't know tenure COULD be revoked

Who is the person lurking in the barn doorway?

Okay, so she is, according to the nutcases, the key to destroying all but the "one true timeline"

Oh Jennifer :(

FAMILY NEWS LETTER

Aw Viktor

Sup lady

They are SO confused

FLOATING

Oh my GOD Klaus

"I guess we know who wears the monocle in this relationship" made me laugh, oh my GOD

All of them combined, eh? Fascinating

Oh no

OHOHOHOHOHO THE PLOT FUCKING THICKENS WHY DO ALL THREE OF THEM HAVE THAT AS A PROGRAMED RESPONSE???? *HOW* DO THEY???

Oh my god

Wait, I would be fascinated to know if Klaus ALSO doesn't remember. Cause he had Ben's ghost following him around for 16 years soooo

I like her, but I don't trust it. She's far to nice and level headed to be with Reggie. She's gotta have a dark side of some sort, right?

Oh my god the way he walks with the tentacles

FUCKING BRUTAL LILA

[missyourflight]

some stuff i read and watched in june:

taskmaster (s1-5): haven't done an early seasons rewatch in so long, s4 and 5 are basically perfect 2 me. incredible that mark watson manages to be both my favourite type of taskmaster guy (hopelessly despairing) and also nearly won the thing lol. nish forever obviously

silo: got well into this! probably at some point apple will stop throwing millions at sci-fi shows but i'm going to enjoy their folly in the meantime

mission: impossible ii: hadn't seen this one! the weakest of the lot but the john woo of it all is undeniable

mission: impossible iii: PSH outrageously good as the villain, hi keri russell

mission: impossible - ghost protocol: so much fun, especially the sequences where you can see brad bird's animation brain going

mission: impossible - rogue nation: ILSA my beloved, the opera sequence is so gorgeous, no notes!

mission: impossible - fallout: it's good when henry cavill reloads his arms, it's better when tom cruise is sprinting around london rooftops and breaking his ankle etc, my most basic trait is that i Love when they're in london like oooh tate modern. anyway i'm very ready for dead reckoning

asteroid city: the bits about making art really got to me! the vending machines were cool!

joint security area: crash landing on you prepared me for this, blank check weren't lying when they said it was homoerotic, song kang-ho forever etc

dodie smith, the town in bloom: the most delightful narrative voice i've read in Ages and v funny. easy to sell me on 1920s theatrical shenanigans

k patrick, mrs s: So hot and butch, i liked the butch friendship stuff almost more than the sex stuff. more sexy lesbian novels Please

kj charles, the secret lives of country gentlemen: another winner from KJC, my most reliable romantic comfort reads. this time it's smugglers!

alice slater, death of a bookseller: sticky little thriller about being poisoned by true crime, great sense of place, So many pints of dark fruits

laura kay, wild things: bisexual disaster in love with her best friend, tragically very me- and also george russell-coded, god i want to swim in a pond again

SOME STUFF I SAW AT ROCK WERCHTER

the dj on the first nigt who played a mash up of i'm gonna be (500 miles) into temperature and then the 1d cover of one way or another into little lion man (deeply cursed fandom flashbacks etc)

weyes blood with candelabras and glowing hearts and amazing adam curtis projections on the big screen behind her

king princess sending the gay girls of belgium absolutely wild - "you wanna hear a sad lesbian song?"

matty healy is a dickhead but he's very good at being the frontman of the 1975. like if ben whishaw was straight and kind of disgusting

stormzy!!! literally the rain was pouring during blinded by your grace pt 2

mumford and sons - this whole festival was like being borne back ceaseless into the past but the cave still fucks me up, marcus really in his ken marino era, face-wise

PUP - i do believe if this tour doesn't kill you, i will to be a wholly perfect song, they had a trans flag on stage, best vibes of the festival

sigur ros - sometimes you just want to be in a massive barn with thousands of people with your faces turned up in the dark feeling like you're inside the sound somehow

muse - fucking incredible live band still!! every time i'm see them i'm floored by how hot chris the bassist is and then i forget about it and then i see them again and i'm poleaxed etc. they had a tech meltdown during knights of cydonia at the encore so we got showbiz instead!!

christine and the queens - beautiful and terrible as the dawn

jacob collier - asked if we wanted to get funky then put on a special hat, bit george russell-coded in the face

arctic monkeys - sometimes you just want to be in a field with one of your oldest friends singing the songs of your youth!! i love the 70s act actually! there are so many sexy songs on AM!! the skies finally cleared for the beautiful full moon, thank you belgium, good night

[withacapitalp]

Good morninggggg 2, 12, and 29?

Well!! It's afternoon now bc I'm a mess but! thank you for the ask :DDD

2:A song you like with a number in the title

11:11 by Ben Barnes!! Okay Ben Barnes is such a good actor, his voice is like a lark, and this song is SO CUTE. I wrote a little steddie two shot listening to it, and honestly that one is still one of my top faves <333

12:A song from your preteen years

Oh god there are literally so many but I'm going to go with Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. Preteen Liam used to listen to this song to dance around the house w his best friend (This and Hot and Cold by Katy Perry lol) so it def hits the nostalgia train

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

OKAY SO THIS IS GONNA BE WEIRD

My dad really liked the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack and so he had the CD in his car and baby Liam REALLY liked the song Diamonds are a girl's best friend from that CD. I also liked El Tango De Roxanne, but Diamonds was very much the one I was like Dad replay pls

[initiumseries]

You’re right, it’s definitely the size of his irises in proportion to the whites that makes Ben Barnes look so possessed.

Also seconded on the Paul as Stefan and Stefan only because ngl outside of that he gives me the ick and it’s not just because of his personal life, it’s literally his appearance and I cannot for the life of me explain why. I just think he looks skeevy and I hate the beard and whatever he had done to his face isn’t working for me. Still miles more attractive than Ian tho bc Ian is still wearing those hats and is re-living the glory days of when he was supposed to have had good hair but he just looks unkempt.

LOL possessed! I swear to god, that man is not what humans look like.

Ian looks haggard as HELL lol. Idk if it's drinking or what.

LOL, honestly, this pretty much describes how I feel about Paul in other roles lmao. Big time ick. The beard gives bum and I don't love it. Now that he's not required to be chiseled and sharp and hero hair, everything about his is just so...basic? Like...it's just not giving hottie or smouldering, so I'm not particularly interested, and he's like...the exception to the beard rule, it does not work for him, and also manages to erase his jaw? So now he just looks weak jawed and I can't STRESS how much a weak jaw is a turn off for me? So, yeah, Stefan ONLY please lol because, be serious:

And sure, we can argue that Paul is older in the second gif, and that's actually not the problem? It's that, without the bulk, and with this RIDICULOUS side part, he just looks like...the least hot version of a dad he could possibly embody. I'm blessed, folks can keep it.

[honorhearted]

Best story about Ben being drunk???

Oh, God.

Humiliation nipped at Ben’s features, his shoulders sagging in resignation. He never, ever should’ve agreed to this drinking game -- telling the truth coupled with a bit of ale was never a good idea -- but since he had agreed to honesty, and most of the men present probably weren’t going to remember his tale anyway, he decided he might as well be forthright.

“I suppose it was one of the first times I was ever foxed,” Ben offered. “I’m usually fairly decent at holding my own, but one night -- back when I was around four-and-ten -- Caleb and Abe came by with some whiskey they’d swiped from the judge’s liquor cabinet.” Ben sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. Pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, he continued, “I crawled out my bedroom window, and thankfully without rousing Samuel, before dropping down and running off with them to the Brewster orchard. We liked to drink there on occasion, or take peeks at the lewd drawings Caleb gleaned from his uncle’s ‘private collection.’”

Wait. Perhaps he should have omitted that last part...

Cheeks growing hot, Ben quickly barreled on, “Being the clotpoles we were, we could never keep ourselves out of trouble at that age. Caleb was the eldest, so he was always trying to push our limits...and on that night, mine assuredly was pushed.” He winced and waved a hand. “I ended up losing a few rounds of whist, so that meant I had to be the one who did whatever the others commanded. And Caleb, the smug arsehole, told me to go moon my schoolmaster and his family. So I did.”

By now, Ben’s face was so red that he felt uncomfortably warm. “I was barely steady, so Abe and Caleb both had to help me up to the house. Though once I knocked, those cowards turned tail and ran, leaving me there to fend for myself. Only, I’d already turned and dropped my breeches before I even realized they’d gone, so once the door opened and I heard Schoolmaster Barnes’ wife scream, I realized too little too late I was on my own.” He laughed then, finally amused amidst his embarrassment. “Those stuffed shirts deserved to see my arse, but as to be expected, I got the tanning of my life for that stunt. My father certainly didn’t find it amusing.”

[andreabaideas]

@jesstasticvoyage @porkchop200324

Billy was forty something (42-45) at the end, as he was 22-25 in the past for the whole DJATS series, and in the future interview 20 years have passed, so yeah, in his forties.

Anyways, Sam looks super hot!

People tend to be super ageist in general, and its far worse with women... and its very curious that it is people in his twenties (20-29) the most ageist.

AS a teacher i am exposed to teen culture and thinking ways, and i can tell you that Teens are fine with it… They consider everyone over 20 old! But they actually distinguish between "Holt old" and "Not hot old" XD.

I have like 6 "rabid" Sam fans in my class (5 girls & one boy) , and thanks to The Hunger Games, Djats and Peaky Blinders basically...they dont know Me before you, (thank God).

Those students call him Dilf, Daddy, Snack, and Hot, they consider him "Hot old"… (which is the good kind of old for them) …

To understand teen girls (and boy) better:

List of Hot old men for them (as i heard on a discussion they had recently on recess) are :

Wolverine (Hugh Jackman)

Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds)

Ken (Ryan Gosling)

Damon (Ian Somerhalder )

The old blonde guy my Mom likes (Brad Pitt)

Eric from True Blood (Alexander Skarsgard)

Poldark or Declan O'Hara (Aidan Turner)

Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson)

The "Sam's Holy Trinity" - one labelled them like that XD - : Finnick-Billy-Oswald (Sam Claflin) ,Jamie from Outlander (Sam Heughan) and Lestat (Sam Reid).

Captain America (Chris Evans),

Thor (Chris Hemsworth)

Aquaman (Jason Momoa)

(Lupin) Omar Sy

Carlisle (Peter Facinelli)

Kirigan (Ben Barnes)

They guy from Meg (Jason Statham)

Dwayne Johnson

Ben Affleck

The demon guy from Good Omens (David Tennant)

Rupert from Rivals -show they shouldn't be watching as they are fucking 15 years old - but oh well XD (Alex Hassell)

Eminem

David Beckham

Hot chinese guy from Deadpool (Lewis Tan)

So yeah...

So, Sam Claflin gets hate for *checks notes* aging?

And people commenting on the age gap between he and Camila Morrone. I actually think it was okay. They played a convincing couple.

Also, Billy is probably supposed to look older (he's 30 in the finale, and looks pretty realistic though) Drugs and alcohol, stress, maybe even trauma.

Do people think ageism is okay to do to men?

Honestly, I think he's attractive.

[daddy-firth]

To recap this week: I finally watched Shadow and Bone, got destroyed by how fucking hot General Kirigan is, looked up Ben Barnes on IG, got completely utterly obliterated. Now I’m lying in bed and I don’t know what to do with my life????

[rax-writes]

Title: A Pair of Fools Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Sirius Black x Reader, James Potter; mentions of Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew Reader Gender: Not specified Word Count: 1,615 Warnings: Hints of assumed bullying, a bit of self-deprecatory thoughts Notes: Request from anon for “hi um can u do a young Sirius x shy wheelchair reader imagine the reader is insecure and thinks no one will love her because of her disability but gets proven wrong lots of fluff and a kiss and the reader gets embarrassed when the marauders walk in and its really cute also at first the reader thinks its some crewel joke and doesn't see why a guy like him would like her I hope u can do this it would mean a lot xxx”

Since the day you found out that you were a witch, you never quite felt like you fit the bill. It wasn’t as if famous wizards, such as Merlin or Godric Gryffindor, were in wheelchairs – unlike yourself. The fear that everyone at your new school would see you as the most subpar witch to ever exist, grew with you each passing day.

Yet, when you actually arrived at Hogwarts, you were welcomed with open arms and kind smiles. There were still the occasional assholes, who would whisper and gossip about you, but those assholes can be found in any large group of people. And, in the event that they were assholes directly to you, there were always those who were quick to defend you. Most often, it was none other than Sirius Black.

The first time that it had happened was also the first time that you had noticed Sirius. A boy at the Slytherin table had been outright pointing and laughing at you. Then, very suddenly – although greatly appreciated – the bowl of steaming hot soup that had been sitting before the boy fell straight into his lap.

The howling laugher that infected everyone present spared none, not even the boy’s friends, as he ran from the Great Hall shrieking, one hand held to his scorched crotch.

You looked around, attempting to figure out who had been the culprit, and met the twinkling eyes of Sirius Black. The handsome Gryffindor shot you a wink, before returning his attention to his comrades.

He began occasionally chatting with you not long after that. Whether it was something as simple as the weather, or a question about the homework, Sirius managed to strike up a conversation with you at least once a day. Eventually, taking notice of the fact that he was not opposed to conversating with you, and that you were proficient in his worst subject, the professor suggested that you tutor him.

“They’ve got better things to do than tutoring me,” Sirius said immediately. You were unsure if it was because he genuinely believed that you didn’t want to do it, or because he just didn’t want to be tutored.

“I don’t mind – if you’re alright with it,” you said hesitantly.

Before Sirius could say another word, the professor interjected with a gleeful “Perfect! Now, Mr. Black, you now have my best student as your tutor, so I better not see one more failed assignment.”

Sirius muttered a “Yes, sir,” as the remainder of the class shuffled out. Sirius began to follow suit, but you stopped him.

“If you don’t want me to tutor you, then that’s perfectly alright. I won’t be upset or anything. I’ll just tell the professor that I’m unable to.”

“Oh, no, no,” Sirius said quickly, frowning. “It’s not that I don’t want you to tutor me. I just assumed that you wouldn’t want to waste your time tutoring the world’s worst Ancient Runes student.”

“I don’t mind,” you stated, smiling. In truth, you were actually very excited to tutor him. He was ridiculously attractive, and although you knew that you had absolutely no chance with him, he was still fun to look at.

“Alright, then,” Sirius responded. He stood there, smiling at you brightly, for a few moments, before picking up the remainder of his things and leaving.

That Friday evening, you accompanied Sirius to the Gryffindor Common Room, so that you could tutor him. You positioned yourself at the edge of a nearby table, and Sirius sat in the chair next to you. It was difficult to get him to focus on the coursework, rather than asking you about your day or your hobbies. You absolutely adored that he seemed genuinely interested in you, but presently, it was your job to help him with his studying – not to chit-chat.

“This is the final question, and if you tell me that this one is wrong too, I’m going to go stick my head in the fireplace,” Sirius said, bitterness tinting his tone, as he slid his parchment across the table to you. You eyed the page for a moment, then a pleased smile formed on your lips.

“Actually, this one is right. Well, technically, you did the translation wrong, but you still somehow managed to come up with the right answer. That doesn’t matter, though, because the professor doesn’t check your work, just the answer.”

“I’ll fucking take it!” Sirius said cheerily, snatching the paper back, scribbling his name at the top, and shoving it into his folder with a contented sigh. You couldn’t help but laugh at his evident joy. He returned his attention to you, grinning warmly at you as your laughter faded into a small smile. And for some reason, he didn’t look away: Sirius maintained eye contact with you, as the two of you just sat there, smiling at one another like a pair of fools.

With anyone else, you would have felt uncomfortable – filled with the urge to break eye contact, likely looking back to the desk, or at your shoes. But with Sirius, you were surprised to find that you did not feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable. You merely stared into his captivating grey eyes, and he unfalteringly stared right back into yours. Additionally, you occasionally glanced at the way the sunlight caught his dark hair, making it shine; the small, faded scar just next to his right eyebrow; the way his lips curved upwards slightly in his usual, tiny smirk.

However, what surprised you more than the comfortable eye contact, was when Sirius leaned forward, closing the already-small gap between you, and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet, filled with innocence and promise. His hand slowly raised to cup your cheek – although you did not move. Admittedly, you were so thoroughly shocked that you couldn’t manage to do anything more than return his kiss. Thankfully, Sirius didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the only thing that caused him to break the kiss was a loud wolf-whistle, and an excited yell that resembled one from a Quidditch game attendee.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” James Potter inquired, his tone jovial and slightly teasing. He wore a smirk as he sauntered over to the two of you, followed closely by Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, both of whom had similar demeanors.

“Shove off, Prongs,” Sirius said seriously, despite the fact he wore a grin. His friends elected to ignore him.

“I told you that he’d be going after this one,” James stated with a prideful smirk, then elbowed Remus. “You owe me three Sickles.”

They continued to chat, but you could not hear them. The only thing in your ears was the nonstop repetition of This is a cruel joke. They made a bet to see if he’d ask you out. They think you’re some loser they can dare one another to ask out.

You began to leave, but before you could make it very far, a hand fell upon your forearm. You looked up to see that it belonged to Sirius, and he was looking at you with a face full of curiosity and concern.

“Hey, where’re you going? These wankers didn’t scare you off, did they? They’re harmless, I promise,” Sirius stated, smiling kindly at you.

“You don’t have to keep being nice. You’ve completed their stupid little dare. Carry on, then,” you muttered, and attempted to leave once more, but this time, Sirius grabbed your arm, preventing you from leaving. He wore a pained expression, his brows furrowed together in dismay.

“You think I… I kissed you because of a dare?” Sirius said slowly, a frown etched into his features.

“Why else would you kiss someone like me? Plus, I heard James – you were all betting to see if you’d kiss the poor little disabled kid. Well, you’ve had your fun. Just let me leave, and be grateful that I’m not going to curse any of you.”

“Bloody hell, that’s not why I kissed you!” he retorted, his tone adamant. He shot you a grin, “Besides, sweetheart, nobody can get Sirius to kiss anyone – besides Sirius.”

“We were just betting to see whether or not he’d actually do it, because he hasn’t shut the hell up about you for weeks,” James explained, frowning as well. “Remus didn’t believe that he’d have the guts to go through with it. Well, not without vomiting on your shoes or something, at least.”

“I told you, I’m too damn charismatic for that,” Sirius boasted, elbowing Remus, who rolled his eyes in response. He returned his attention to you, extremely thankful to find that you were now smiling. “We’re sorry that we accidentally made it seem malicious.”

“So… you really kissed me just because you like me?”

“I really just kissed you because I like you,” Sirius confirmed, grinning at you.

“Well, this has become a disgustingly adorable situation, so I’m out,” James declared, although he shot a grin and a wink to Sirius before he left, followed closely by Peter and Remus.

“So…” Sirius began, mimicking your tone from just moments before. “Can I kiss you again?”

“I would like that very much,” you said, unable to prevent a slight blush from tinting your cheeks.

The remainder of your evening was spent with Sirius, sharing occasional kisses as you attempted to get him to focus on the homework. Despite your efforts, he mostly just stared at you with an enamored look in his eyes, and a small smile on his lips – although you couldn’t complain, as you did the same to him.

Sirius Black was ultimately far sweeter than meets the eye, and you couldn’t have been more thankful for it.

[hauntedwitch04]

Becky’s Halloween party!

Welcome to my Halloween party! I really love this feast, and I wanted to celebrate it with you all. I know that I’m already late, but here I am. I took some prompts from the internet, hope you like it. I’ll try to post everyday, but I can’t assure anything, I'm so sorry.

With love, your Becky,💫

DAY 1: “You can’t go out with such a thin jacket in October, you gonna get a cold!” with Steve Harrington

DAY 2:  “I love this song. It totally gives me Halloween vibes.” with Timothee Chamalet

DAY 3: "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." with Sirius Black 

DAY 4: “You know darling, it’s dangerous to walk around after midnight.” with Azriel

DAY 5: “You are scared of a crow?” “It’s a fucking crow in the middle of the night in October, obviously I’m scared.” with Eddie Munson

DAY 6: "You know, honey, as much as it costs me to admit it, your pumpkin is much more beautiful than mine." "Of course, I am the queen of pumpkins." with Steve Harrington (x Henderson!Reader) 

DAY 7: "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." with tasm!Peter Parker. 

DAY 8: "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." with Ben Barnes 

DAY 9: "If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." "But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." "Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." with Andrew Garfield 

DAY 10: "Trick or Treat." "I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." "And what would that be?" "You." with Remus Lupin

DAY 11:  "You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." with Dad!Steve Harrington x daughter x Mom! Reader

DAY 12:  "Feel lucky that I share my treats with you." "I left all the chocolate to you." "That's why I love you." with Remus Lupin 

DAY 13: "Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head." with Azriel 

DAY 14: "I love spending my days with you in front of the fire and u good horror book in my hands, because I finally feel at home." with Regulus Black 

DAY 15: "Remind me never to let you tell a scary story again, I will have nightmares for the next ten years." with Eddie Munson  (for my sister) 

DAY 16: "Strange as it may seem, I love walking through cemeteries at night. Everything is so scary, gloomy, and finally you feel really alive." "Love, I think it's time to stop reading Edgar Allan Poe." with Regulus Black 

DAY 17: "What was that sound?!" "You stepped on a twig." "Why are there twigs on the ground!?" "Why are we in a freaking forest!" with Sirius Black 

DAY 18: "I love reading during the rain, but you know what I love most? Reading during the rain with you in my arms, with your intoxicating scent of cinnamon and chocolate that smells like home." "Man! You give me diabetes." with Remus Lupin

DAY 19:  "God, I wish it was Halloween every day if I could see you in that dress. You're the sexiest witch I've ever seen." with Joe Keery 

DAY 20: "If you eat so many sweets, your stomach will hurt." "Oh come on, I'm not a child anymore." "Does your stomach hurt?" "Shut up before I punch you." with Rhysand 

DAY 21: "You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." "Okay." "What, you don't insist?" "No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." "Fuck you." with Loki 

DAY 22: "Would you like to watch Corpse Bride? I've already made hot chocolate and lit the fire." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Why?" "Because it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." with tasm!Peter Parker 

DAY 23: "Tonight there is a full moon. Do you want to go watch it?" "No, sorry I can't tonight, I turn into a werewolf." "What?" "Stupid, of course I feel like going to see the moon with you." with Andrew Garfield

DAY 24: "Remind me never to let you drink at a party again, you looked possessed." "Well, at least I was in theme with the party since it was for Halloween." with Timothee Chamalet 

DAY 25: "Oh my God, did you see that beautiful cat!" "I wouldn't go too close, it's a black cat." "Really? Are you afraid of black cats? I didn't think you were so superstitious." "Well I have a witch in front of me, so I believe in everything now." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 26: "We could watch Sleepy Hollow." "I'm not going to watch another horror movie just because Johnny Deep is in it." "But have you seen how hot he is?"  with Ben Barnes 

DAY 27: "Why are you dressed as Dracula?" "Because it's my Halloween costume?" "I thought we decided to go as JD and Veronica!" "Well look at it from that point of view, they're both dead." "So will you be in a little while when I kill you." with Sirus Black 

DAY 28: "You got me candles!" "Cinnamon and lavender, your favorite."  with Remus Lupin 

DAY 29: "Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my God it's a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my God, oh my God that's cool." "No man another animal bit me: my girlfriend." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 30: "I will never again take a drink offered by you." "Why? Don't you like them?" "No honey, I love them, but I am more and more convinced that you are a witch and that you put love potions, because the love I feel for you is beyond imagination." with Azriel 

DAY 31: “I fucking love Halloween Party!” with the Marauders 

[missphanosaur18]

I should NOT feel the way I do about what happens to Billy Russo in The Punisher ...I should be like WOOHOO you deserve that asshole! Instead I'm like NO MY POOR BABY ANGEL...murderer...CUTIE PIE

[urmommies--girl]

All of all the male characters you write for, who do you think prefers to be called daddy/sir/master? Or any female ones that like to be called those too bc female daddies are lowkey sooo hot

For my female daddies? Natasha Romanoff 100% she loves being called daddy because like the feminist she is, Natasha thinks that it’s sexist only guys get called ‘daddy’ so she’s like fuck it call me daddy

Carol likes it because it’s humiliating. She likes seeing you get all embarrassed and subby when you call her ‘daddy’ but honestly you’d have to petition for the whole ddlg thing if you wanted it because Carol wants to be called Captain. She’s got some control issues and I feel like when you use her title in a sexual way it drives her mental.

Valkyrie. Nothing really to say here.

I’M SORRY CAN I JUST SAY THAT ELEKTRA WANTS TO BE CALLED MA’AM. she is so degrading about it like it’s fucking toxic as hell but who cares? Toxic Women <3 like this thought just came to me but Elektra digging her very expensive Louboutin heels into your back while you cry from the pain- I- true love <3

Idk but I’ve seen a lot of fics about the marauders and daddy kinks but honestly I don’t see it. Like Remus likes ‘sir’ or ‘professor’ because it gives him a sense of authority whilst I feel like Sirius is more a ‘Master and maid’ kinda guy, like he just enjoys the submission and humiliation it brings out in you and we all know Sirius is a sadistic fuck. Now for James? I’m sorry tumblr has ruined me. James is a sub and wants to call you ‘mommy’ regardless of gender you are James’s mommy. You make him feel comfortable and safe.

Now, I love me a good Ben Barnes character, so here we are.

Logan Delos has a sir kink. I do not wish to elaborate other then he likes the respect.

BILLY MOTHERFUCKING RUSSO. I WAS FUCKING HYPED FOR THIS ONE MAN. Lieutenant, Sir, Master, Daddy. Those names are all on the table however if Billy had to order them from favourite to least favourite, it would probably go: 1. Lieutenant for sure 2. Sir because Billy likes the boss x secretary trope wayyy to much 3. Master, like Sirius he just finds it cute and embarrassing and will probably get you a collar <3 4. Daddy, idk he doesn’t hate it but my man’s an orphan so it’s pretty self explanatory.

Aleksander Morozova? Ok I wasn’t actually sure about this one. I’d say maybe like ‘your highness’ or ‘my king’, ‘general’, just anything that makes him feel like he has power over you (which he does because this man can spill soup on my wedding dress and I’d thank him)

Enough of Ben Barnes because I’m gonna die otherwise.

GERALT. OK OK OK DEEP BREATHS VERA DEEP BREATHS. Daddy. Instantly Daddy. I mean personally I’d like to call him BDD (Big Dick Daddy) but oh well. Geralt likes to make you feel safe and loved so if that means taking up the sort of ‘parental’ roll in your relationship he’ll do it. Not that Geralt doesn’t enjoy the nickname too but you’d probably have to just explain that you’re ok with it because he’s definitely here for it. Also ^ Is there like a Princess x Knight kink? Because Geralt has that.

Frank Castle, I’m getting so carried away with these. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t enjoy having his title used in bed. Whilst Frank is proud of his service he has sex to escape that world for a bit. I guess I can kinda see Frank with a daddy kink but it really depends. Ok yeah, I can see it. Frankie definitely has a daddy kink but only if you’re like his little ‘doll’ or ‘angel’, when taking on that roll, Frank has to have you completely at his mercy, he enjoys you wearing cute, frilly outfits around the house just to advertise your innocence :)

Matt Murdock, ok so I haven’t watched that much of Daredevil, I know I know don’t hit me. However, Elektras hot. I just thought I’d say that. ANYWAYYYYY, can Matt have an Avocado kink? Ok, ok I’ll take it seriously…..a lawyer kink. Your honour- NO WAIT CUZ THATS ACTUALLY HOT AS FUCK- DEEP FUCKING BREATHS! OH MY GOD! Ummm maybe Sir but like in a really innocent way? Like you work at a bakery and just the way you say ‘sir’ in such an innocent way immediately gives him a hard-on, “what can I get you today, Sir?” Your light airy words run straight to his cock, he clears his throat, something about you was different, “what do you recommend?”

Ok I’m sorry I’ll stop ❤️

[writerlyhabits]

Do you have any Bucky fics that are inspiring u rn? Or catching your attention? I love what you write and am all caught up, so loved to hear if anything has stood out to you!

OKAY it took me so long to answer because I went digging through my drafts and my archive to find a very specific fic, and I found it. This is the first time I've done a list of fic recs like this? So just bear with me 💛

fruitful by @bubblebuckys

If you're wanting something similar to the Blue is for Ben fic I just posted, I cannot recommend this one enough. Dilf Bucky Barnes, little six-year-old Becca has my heart, and the smut?? It's hot. That's all I'm gonna say about that

one in a trillion by @softlybarnes

This is another one you might like if you enjoyed Blue is for Ben (I've got to come up with a cool acronym) I went through all of the emotions in my arsenal, and then found some more. It's a pregnancy story, and if that's your thing, I'm gonna warn you right now... After I was done reading this I felt empty because I didn't have my baby to hold to my chest once she was born, beautiful writing 💛

looped by @softlybarnes

I mean this with the greatest possible respect; take 50 first dates, remove adam sandler, replace him with a Bucky Barnes who is so in love he can't see straight. You'll get something like this fic, but not quite because it's truly a masterpiece. I laughed, I cried, I want to experience reading it for the first time all over again its so wonderful.

for the love of the game series by @pellucid-constellations

this one sat in my reading list for a while, and I wish I had read it sooner. I never knew I needed baseball Bucky but good god yes I did. It reads like your favorite illustrated cover book from book-tok, goes through all the emotions, and the final relationship that comes out of it is just gorgeous 💛 And please don't gloss over the chapters she has after the plot of the series, they're absolutely wonderful too and have inspired the way I want to form my series' masterlists

I think that's all I'm gonna say for now... obviously, there are so so so many wonderful Bucky fics out there, I've got a few on my reading list that I still have to get to, and many more that I come back to read over and over again. I hope these bring you joy!

Come back and bug me if you need more fic recs, this was fun, and I always love giving the spotlight to well-deserving fics and their authors 💛