#BEN AND DOME TOGETHER AGAIN BUT NOT TOGETHER

[fayes-fics]

Breathe (In The Air)

Pariring: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, 1970s AU

Summary: A night camping out under the stars

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, recreational drug use (cannabis), body hair used in foreplay, vaginal fingering, blow job, woman on top, unprotected vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.6k

Authors Note: Request fill for Anon (HERE) asking for a sequel to 1970s hippie Benedict, travelling around in his VW bus selling his artwork at music festivals. Sorry for the gif; there was nothing else that remotely fit. The original story is HERE. The title is a Pink Floyd song. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for the beta. I hope you enjoy Nonny. I do enjoy this AU ngl. <3

“What do you want from life?” 

You loll your head to the side to observe his handsome profile as he stares towards the dome of vibrant stars above.

“I have no idea,” you confess, turning to look skywards again, moonlight glowing through the swirl of smoke you exhale, your fingers toying with the tassels of the soft cotton blanket you both lay upon.

“I want adventure…” he declares, rubbing a hand over his bare midriff absentmindedly.

“Hmmm, that sounds wonderful,” you admit, handing him back the joint, that languid feeling enrobing your mind as the THC kicks in.

It's a temperate summer night, and you are lying together naked, tinny strains of music from a portable radio as you camp in a wildflower meadow en route to the next festival. After a series of magical nights with Ben in his VW bus at the last one, you couldn't resist when he offered for you to continue the journey onwards together. 

He takes a deep drag, the tip glowing like the campfire you are lying in front of, before placing it aside into a metal ashtray and rolling over so he hovers above you, warm skin upon yours.

“I am glad you are on this adventure with me,” he remarks with a lopsided grin, the captivating beauty of his face dancing in the firelight.

“Same.” you concur, reaching to touch the daisy chain buried in his halo of riotous curls, somehow the blooms looking more vibrant in the serene state you are slipping into.

His hand slides languorously down your body from your throat to your lower belly, mapping your fire-warmed skin before lacing his fingers into the downy hair at the apex of your thighs, stirring that nascent buzz between your legs.

“I think this beautiful garden needs some flowers,” he opines silkily, his fingers circling in the strands there, petting gently as his brow twitches into a tempting arch.

He leans over you and plucks a few forget-me-nots from the tall grass, carefully separating each bloom on your stomach. Then, delicately, he weaves each tiny flower into your small thatch of hair, a mild tickle as the stems brush over your skin, making you giggle quietly. He smiles softly, your eyes meeting, then both tracking down the plane of your body as he continues to work quietly, humming gently along to the music.

“There… perfect,” he pronounces proudly; a few moments later, 

It does indeed look pretty: bright blue tiny flowers that contrast strikingly with your hair and skin. 

“Even in this, you are an artist,” you quip blithely.

He smiles demurely through his lashes, shuffling lower and resting his head upon your diaphragm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns around your belly button, his breath puffing warm over your flesh. Allowing the jangle of electric guitar from the radio to fill your bones, your fingers run idly through his luscious locks as your mind floats like cotton in a breeze. The moment seems fleeting but everlasting all at once, profound but insignificant, being so small under the twinkling constellations above. It all coalesces into a sharp need to feel rooted in your body. So you draw your knees up and allow your legs to fall open—a blatant invitation. The apple of his cheek presses into your belly as he smirks knowingly without looking up at you, sensing your need without you needing to voice it, so in tune with your body and desires since the night you met.

“Every beautiful garden should have a sacred fountain…” he rumbles, fingertips spidering down again over the floral weave to tease your splayed inner thigh before sliding casually lower, parting your folds, exhaling roughly at the wet warmth he finds there.

You moan; the mellow cloud you float upon heightens the sensation rippling through your being as his fingers circle your clit, his warm lips suckling gently on your stomach as you writhe under his touch. His name is a sigh upon your lips, his movements unhurried but the perfect amount of pressure. He huffs sonorous praises into your belly as he forms a tighter circle over your swollen bud, moving faster now, your hands flying to the blanket, scrunching in your fists as your head rolls to one side, wanting to bite down upon something, the pleasure coursing through you amplified by your high. 

Whimpering as he slides his fingers lower, two breaching your body, desire thick and viscous dripping upon him as he pushes further in your pussy. The sensation of his knuckles dragging over your walls makes you gasp and call out, your body arching up off the blanket, a heavy throb in your abandoned clit. 

“Please, Ben…” you implore, greedy for more.

He shushes you and unfurls slightly, his fingers flexing inside you as he rearranges to press his whole body into your flank, his cock teasingly hard against your hip, using his free hand to haul one of your legs over his, pulled open to his attention now.

“Don't be impatient; we have all the time in the world,” he tuts sinfully, his lips hot on your throat, grazing the tip of his teeth lightly over your jugular. 

Your protesting mewl is cut short by his fingers twisting inside you, a dragging sensation that makes your eyes roll and your whole abdomen clench.

“I could do this for hours,” he confesses silkily, his breath hot on your temple. “I love the look on your face when I do this…”

He curls his fingers, a probing sensation that makes you groan and your face contort, your mouth now hanging open. He chuckles triumphantly before twisting his wrist again and beginning a rocking motion, wringing a sound from your body that, before you met him, you may have been ashamed of, but he lauds every time. Him murmuring how proud he is that he can do this to you.

But it is not quite enough to push you to the edge as fast as you are craving, more of a slow swirling ascent that has you lighthearted and with laboured breathing, your abdomen rippling as all your muscles tense and release in waves, as if willing your orgasm closer, an itch in your brain you need to scratch. It has you pleading with him to take pity, go a little faster, rougher, anything…

“Syncopate, sweet girl…” he purrs, “listen to the music, breathe in the air, float away with the universe…”

Each word is a lyrical wave tumbling from his lips in a rhythm that matches the movement of his fingers inside you. So you relax back, savouring the multisensory journey, allowing the flow to take you rather than chasing immediate pleasure. Something morphing in your body as you do so, a serenity that is bone-deep, riding the gentle waves of pleasure that lap at your edges while his fingers dance lightly upon your g-spot.

“That’s it….” he rumbles approvingly, intuiting your surrender.

He slips down to enclose your areola in his hot, wet mouth, once again causing a spike of pleasure that has you clenching upon his fingers and canting up. A firm hand on your solar plexus pushes you back down with a chuckle that vibrates your nipple, now firm under his tongue. And so he continues the slow, wondrous torture, swapping to your other breast.

You swear you can feel every blade of grass under your shoulders through the soft cotton weave, the energy of every star above you in the sky coursing through his touch deep inside, every note of the song playing reverberating under your skin. A high, so delicate but earthy, as if everything is turned up to eleven on a dial, tangy and bright, like popping candy throughout your entire being.

It's then he swipes his thumb over your engorged clit; you could swear a supernova fires in your synapses, the sensation all at once too much, and with a few flicks, you are clawing at the blanket and his skin, biting your lip, circling that phenomenal bliss.

This time, he doesn't relent, his lips sucking your neck as with a cry that you are sure startles every animal burrowed in the surrounding fields; you are breaking. Almost febrile, your entire being flushing hot, every muscle tensing, your pussy grasping his fingers to the point he growls, driving his stiff cock into your hip, precum smearing over your skin. Still, it’s something you barely sense, your entire focus pinpointed on the sensations coursing through your body.

At last, you fall back, exhausted and panting, feeling his fingers slip slowly from your body with a gush of moisture that leaks across your bottom. You turn your head to look at him, mind awash, unable to form words. His responding smile is smug, crooked and sheer debauchery, his fingers still wet with your arousal, tracing soothing patterns over your ribs as you come down.

“May I return the favour…?” you croak finally.

Before you know it, he is rolling onto his back next to you, an expectant, joyous look upon his face, eyes tracking pointedly to his navel as do yours. His cock standing proud and leaking slightly—a mouthwateringly inviting sight.

He howls, and his whole body flexes as instead of taking him in hand, you dive low and bring his cock into your mouth, so rigid and searing. That tart taste is strong on your tongue as you suckle upon his head, allowing your tongue to press against his frenulum in a cresting wave. He groans staccato, his pelvis tilts, unable to resist the urge to push a little deeper, one hand landing heavy in your hair, twining some strands between his fingers, an anchor he needs as you begin to bob up and down sucking hard, your cheeks hollowing.

The wash of your high enhancing every second, as if in tune with his body—the micro spasms rippling across the plane of his washboard stomach, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the blunt scrape of his rounded fingernails over your scalp, the pulse of his vein on your lips as you slowly allow him to pass through the tight ring of your mouth, teasing him as much as he did you.

You chuckle as he huffs as you pull away and instead lick the length of his shaft with a questing tongue, your hands encircling his base and squeezing softly, enjoying the handful he provides, watching a bead of precum form that you lavishly lick up. He groans again, his head thrashing upon the blanket, the delicate fronds of daisy petals scattering like confetti into his chestnut waves as he does so, his lip flushing magenta where his incisor worries it.

It makes you sit up and stare down upon him wantonly, so utterly beautiful in his untamed arousal. His eyes fly open, glassy and pleading in the campfire glow, pouting fractionally at the lack of your mouth upon his cock, your hand still pumping him gently. Instead, you swing a leg over his and, without a moment of hesitation, sink onto him, inhaling shudderingly at the invasion, your pussy still inflamed from your recent orgasm.

The look of absolute pleasure and reverence that claims his handsome features feels burned into your retinas as his hands fly to your hips, pushing you down flush to his body, his pubic hair tickling your distended slippery clit, his tip rocking into your hilt in a way that makes your eyes roll.

“Don't move, not yet, just feel…” he counsels, his eyes closing, licking his lips and encouraging you, with the flex of his fingers, to rotate your pelvis, to feel him drag against all your walls. 

And so you do, scratch your nails delicately down his abdominals as you stare out to the inky horizon where the navy sky meets the blackened outline of the hedgerows in the distance—again, letting the melodic song seep into your bones, feeling the heat from the dancing flames.

You lean back and arch your spine, placing your hands upon his kneecaps, his legs bending slightly to meet your grip. His hands roam upwards, over your belly and ribs, enclosing each of your breasts in his large grip, a beeline right to your core, already a live wire again, desire coursing in every fibre of your being. 

Then in a deliberate slow drag, you rise slowly before dropping swiftly, revelling in the way his cock pushes you open. A groan from deep inside your being a match to his—throaty, low, wrecked. You begin to set a languid pace, riding him, gripping his knees behind you and staring at the stars above, feeling as if they surround you, tiny lanterns floating just beyond your reach.

“Look at me,” his call is soft, unfocused, imploring, and you tilt down, your breasts squashed into his palms as your eyes meet, something profound in the glimmer you find in the dilated blackness.

Sex has never been this unrestrained before now. Being with him is liberating, wild and luxuriant every time, be it under the influence or not. But tonight, somehow greater than the previous, an inherently verdant setting, alone in the wilds on a balmy night, away from the crowds always in your periphery at the music festival. A large part of you wanting this to be your new forever—naked and feral, entwined together for a blur of future days and nights. A want to live a primitive life of base urges, to feast and to fuck, to be at one with the land, the seasons and the bounteous simplicity of nature.

Time feels elastic as your thighs start to burn from the exertion. Still, you do not stop, not for a moment, too caught up in the tide slowly rising once more and sensing the same in him. A growing desperation in the way his fingers dig into your flesh, in the wild beating of the prominent vein in his neck, in the rise of his hips to meet yours, spearing up as you bear down so it feels like there will always be the imprint of him inside you.

He calls your name, the callus where he holds his paintbrush catching perfectly over your clit as his fingers quest between your legs, hooking you with unerring precision. Catapulting you fast towards a dizzying high again, his movements growing urgent, his jaw tight, so close to breaking. It is barely a moment before you snap again, stilling upon him as you scream with abandon, fluttering around his rigid cock. He groans loudly and, with a few final jerky spasms, comes hard, his toes curling over, his ropey thighs turning rock solid under your bottom as he fills you, a symphony of praise falling from his lips, some not even in English.

And then you are slumping on top of him, his smooth chest tacky under your cheek as you gulp for air, the rustle of the breeze through the nearby trees and the hiss and pop of the logs upon the campfire the only sounds now, the radio falling silent, likely needing new batteries. He slips from your body as you curl your hands around his biceps and snuggle upon him. His long, lean arms wrap around your torso, enveloping you within the large blanket you were lying upon and dropping a kiss upon your dewy brow.

“We can bathe tomorrow in the river,” he hums gently into your hairline.

You nod drowsily, the pull of sleep too beguiling to resist. And that is how you drift off, resting atop him, his heartbeat strong and steady under your ear, the burbling sounds of nature encircling you.

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[bl-bam-beyond]

FLAVOR OF US (2024, THAILAND)

Trailer/Teaser Highlights

Premiere: Not Yet Available

Platform: Not Yet Available

Starring: KRIT SONGDECHAKRAIWUT as Naptang

PHANPEE RATCHATASAKORN as Meekhun

JIRAKITH HONGTHONG as Keeta

BENJAMIN BRASIER as Kan

AKKARADANAI PUTHAPOKASAB as Baimiang

WORANART RATTHANAPHAST as Phaiphat

THANET KHONPHIAN as Phaya

MDL SYNOPSIS: Meekhun is a famous food critic. Faced with an enormous debt his mother has amassed, he has no idea how he can possibly fix it. It's hard to see if it's a blessing or a curse when he suddenly finds himself the sole inheritor of his grandfather's restaurant. The restaurant is located on a small island quickly becoming a tourist spot. If he were to sell it, the money would be more than enough to pay off what his mother owes.

Nothing is ever so easy, however. There's a caveat. Meekhun will only be permitted to sell the restaurant and the land it sits on when he runs the business for 1 year.

Meekhun's biggest headache, however, is the restaurant's chef his grandfather specified in his will.

This brings BEN and DOME (not as a couple) back together since their roles on 2 MOONS 2 as they both have support roles and each has a boyfriend in this restaurant business.

Enemies to Lovers. A Returned Lover? And more.

No release date but expected this year 2024

@absolutebl @wanderlust-in-my-soul @kingofthereblog-boysloveed

#UPCOMING THAI BL SERIES #BEN AND DOME TOGETHER AGAIN BUT NOT TOGETHER #ENEMIES TO LOVERS #MOTHER'S DEBT #GRANDFATHER'S ESTATE #COMING SOON #ROMANCE #My GIFS #MYGIFSET #MY-GIF-EDIT #BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS

[kanzakurawrites]

Do you have any headcanons about the characters of Encanto or Coco within the Descendants universe (since Descendants officially incorporates all Disney movies)?

Honestly, I've never seen Coco so I can't really say anything on that.

As for Encanto, I've had multiple, and not all work together, but there are just so many options.

One I like is that Encanto takes place after the merging of fairytales but due to them being isolated they don't realize that it's happened. It isn't until the events of Encanto that Auradon even realizes its there, and they introduce themselves after Casita is rebuilt. But, all of this takes place a handful of years before Descendants. With this HC Bruno was definitely sent to the Isle, much against the wishes of his family, and the Encanto stays pretty isolated. Mirabel takes up the role of diplomat. By the time of the first movie there might be more Madrigals, but they're adults married in and young children.

In general:

Bruno was sent to the island, and because of her reaction Pepa was almost sent to the Isle.

Beast was going to request Juliette to be the diplomat/leader of the Encanto and have regular correspondences with the rest of Auradon, but she refused and the entire family made sure Mirabel was the one who took the role (she was okay with it).

Bruno takes in random children

Bruno might be Carlos' father.

Bruno still gets visions on the Isle, but he hides them from people. Since the magic came from Pedro's sacrifice the dome struggles to block it.

"The Family Madrigal" is a popular song throughout Auradon and it keeps growing as more members come to the family. Its even sung at Auradon Prep to help the kids remember who's who.

"We don't talk about Bruno" sadly becomes a saying again, just not to the Madrigal family.

The family causes trouble for Beast by constantly insisting the Bruno is innocent.

Ben loves visiting the Encanto

These are really the only solid headcanons, as a lot of the time my interpretation of how the Encanto fits in is different depending on what fic I might be writing. I'm still trying to figure out how to fit it into canon.

#disney descendants #descendants #encanto #bruno madrigal #the isle of the lost #anti king beast #my asks #my answers #descendants headcanons

[the-autistic-spider]

if i was to ever play DnD

i would probably make a ben 10 inspired character

so a half-human with a odd watch like device fused to there left arm

half human if reference to annodite heritage in show

there would probably be a dice roll to get the right transformation

if you fail a roll the dm will decide what you become

or

a sheet with a numbered list of transformations all being different dice numbers

the watch like device has a cooldown (cooldown is longer if miss transformation or over exerted)

if they are killed/unconscious they will change back to half human

the watch like device gives a slight assist on death Mabey? (roll a dice to revive with low health)

aliens:

big chill (that one creepy concept art) < can freeze enemy to stop them or door/wall to brake them

a blue and black humanoid moth like being that disguise's itself with blue cloak like wings folded around it

if sick they cant control ice production

the creepy one V

way big (classic like design also not as big like golem sized not a mountain size) < can remove an enemy by throwing

a red and white golem sized man made of a metal like material designed for strength and not so much speed

if sick they get weaker

chromastone (uaf design but more crystal less rock human with pink accents) < can hold in power but will have to roll every now and again

a crystalline creature that can channel (a certain level) magic through it

if sick cant channel energy well and could hurt themself

build up (pile of rubble with a face) < can block enemy's in a chase

a living collection of rubble? able to become a wall, dome, own part firing gun (will have to find new parts until detransformation), parts will disappear with detransformation (face is weak point)

if sick has a hard time staying together

spitter (ben 10 classic but smaller) < can cover a face in puke stuff to blind them

a sickly brown green lizard like creature with short legs and arms that spits a slippery conductive puke like substance

if sick they get a boost as there power is puke based

rath (ultimate albedo design) < can 100% be a distraction

an always angry tiger like humanoid that has beef with every thing yes everything also says "Let me tell ya something" when talking to anyone and speaks manly in third person (also most likely to miss transform into)

if sick cant react as fast

gutrot (custom design) < can be used as a knockout gas

an elemental like being in a rock like armour that releases gases of different types of there choosing

(player cant control release of gasses only what kind of gas it is they release so dont go near people to keep them unsmeling it)

if they are sick they cant make any gases besides carbon dioxide

Wildmutt (ben 10,000) < can be used for stealth

a wolf like being with a flat face no ears or tail are visible. they also dont have eyes

they have an enhanced sense of smell and sound. they have whisker like hair on there body to sense there surrounding's they can shoot off in self defence

they have gill like feature's on there neck

they have a strong bite and can if biting down hard enough brake rock

if they are sick they cant sense at all

disclaimer i have never played DnD

so feel free to correct anything wrong here also if your confused feel free to ask

=]

#Dnd #ben 10 #dnd character #dnd ideas #never played the game #D&D #how to tag Dnd idea???

[niffala]

Forgive Me (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, jealousy, some fluff

A/N: This is a sequel to Dirty Secret. Reader insert version found here. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 1 Series Masterlist       Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

[2 years later]

Nick Fury strode into the conference room, his signature leather coat flapping behind him. An opposing figure in his own right, his presence today reminded Steve of a raven. Bad news surely followed.

The former SHIELD director stood at the head of the table, his eye sweeping around at those present before pulling up a hologram of a large domed building. “There is a hostage situation at the Novosibirsk Opera and Ballet Theatre, one hundred and fifty-seven hostages being held at the secondary stage. Mainly local and foreign dignitaries and their respective families. The cameras have been taken out, but thermal imaging shows what appears to be twenty-seven armed radicals.” A sweep of his hand had the image zoom in on a single blazing red figure. “One of whom is pyrokineticly enhanced.”

Another wave and the hologram refocused on the entrance. “So far the casualties have been security personnel and the initial law enforcement response team, now reduced to a pile of char. It has been twenty-four hours and counting. I don't give a shit about their demands, shut it down. Preferably with minimal collateral damage. These situations can get very ugly, very quickly. Russian security forces are preparing to storm the building in a few hours. We're talking heavy casualties. This is what I'm counting on you to prevent. I can’t emphasize enough the shitstorm that will take place if this situation goes sideways. The world is watching, this needs to be handled with the utmost care. Get the hostages out swiftly and quietly. Assistance is on their way.

“Tony?”

“Stealth is not in Mr. Stark’s vocabulary. We're trying to avoid any collateral damage, this includes the building. Being a highly sensitive situation, I called in a favor with OISHA on the west coast. Luckily two of their agents were close by.” He turned his glare to Steve, “I asked for the best in extraction and rescue. I believe you are all familiar.”

Steve’s heartbeat spiked, Furry was talking about Marison. She was coming back.

“Her ETA is eight minutes. She's been fully briefed on the mission. You will head out together the moment her jet lands.”

---------------

Arrival time: four minutes, thirty-nine seconds. My stomach began doing summersaults the closer we got to the one place I never thought I’d return to. Beside me, my partner rolled his neck and shoulders, relaxed and unbothered by our destination. We’ve been a team for the last year, and good friends just as long. However, the dating part was a recent development.

Ben looked away from the controls, noticing I was rubbing my once brightly colored bracelet, a nervous habit I couldn’t break. He knew the circumstances of my separation from the Avengers. He took my hand and placed an exaggerated kiss on it, “You can do this.”

I’m not too sure about that. The mission, definitively in the bag. And I was looking forward to seeing everyone again, missing them all so damn much. They were the best part of my life… even ‘him.’ For too long I blamed myself for what happened, that I wasn’t good enough. But the truth was that what we had couldn’t last. Not the way it was, not in the dark. It was bound to break, I just wish it hadn’t broken me too.

Smiling back at Ben, I felt guilty. It'd be lying to say I didn't still think about ‘him’ constantly. See him in places he wasn't, like on my Paris trip. Things would be fine and then suddenly his memory would flood the moment. Creeping up in my mind like an all consuming fog. I hated it. He still held a big part of me. It seemed no matter what I did, I couldn't push him out of my heart, even after letting someone else in.

The first few weeks after my departure were the toughest. Everything felt raw, like an exposed nerve. I would always be grateful to Bucky for keeping me steady, helping me breathe. As impossible as it seemed at the time, things got better. I worked on myself, did my best to squash insecurities and lingering doubts. My shattered soul slowly pieced itself back together. Learning to sleep alone was its own hardship, but Bucky was there for that too.

I spent the first few weeks in nearby hotels until I felt ready to move on. Then I started traveling the globe, seeing the sights, having a few casual flings along the way. Started low-key super heroing again, helping those that I could. But I was lonely. My Avengers experience changed me. I couldn't live the solitary life I had before. I craved companionship, a purpose, a place to hang my hat.

Luckily, Fury was awaiting my call. He pointed me in a few directions, and gave me glowing recommendations. So I started a new job with the Operational Surveillance and Intelligence Agency. I had new teammates, a new home, and a new boyfriend. Ben was wonderful, charming and patient. We had similar senses of humor and just clicked. You think I'd learn to never date a coworker again. Once bitten, twice shy, and at times, I still felt covered in marks. His perfect teeth leaving wounds you couldn’t see.

“What's the number one rule?”

“If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.” I gave him my biggest shit eating grin.

Ben laughed before slipping back into his mask of seriousness. “If you get overwhelmed, talk to me.” Satisfied with my nod, he asked what my code name used to be.

Cringing, I grumbled out, “Luminescent.”

“Wow,” he snorted, “that is a terrible name.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Should have went with firefly.” I saw his eyes sparkle with amusement, mouth twisting into a devilish grin. “Keep looking at me like that, I'm going to bite your face.”

Ben leaned over and playfully bit at me. Laughing, he placed a kiss on my lips, “Aww, my little lightning bug.”

“Hardy, har har.” I returned his kiss, telling him I loved him. He says it back without hesitation.

The navigation system alerted us that we had arrived. As the jet landed, Ben asked if I wanted to walk out hand in hand, or if I wanted a head start. I told him I should face them myself, but for his cute butt to not be too far behind. He rubbed my back for encouragement. Okay, game face on.

-

Steve’s heart hammered so hard in his chest, he was surprised it wasn't visible. The world stopped as Marison exited the aircraft. She was breathtaking. Steve unabashedly stared, too afraid if he closed his eyes for a moment, she’d disappear, like in so many of his dreams. She came back. She came home.

Bucky was the first to greet her, running over and embracing her tightly. Steve could hear them mention the changes to the others' hair. 

Sam was next, bumping Bucky out of the way to wrap his arms around Marison. “Hey, Lumi, things haven't been the same without you.”

“I wish it was under better circumstances.”

She hugged a few more before she stood in front of Steve. His breathing became erratic when her eyes met his. As if his asthma returned and he was struggling to take in air. Neither moved.

Sam noticed the tension, “Oh come on, you can’t still be mad she quit.” He pulled them closer together, insisting on a hug.” I think our dear captain missed our useful teleporter. I’ve been having to lug his heavy butt around because we have yet to find anyone to replace you.”

“No, we certainly haven’t.” Steve put his arms around her, noticing Madison's body stiffen, but she was allowing it. He closed his eyes, confident in touch. He hasn't felt alive since she left, but she was real, she was here, she came back to him. Everything was going to be okay. He whispered in her ear, “I was so scared I'd never see you again.” 

Marison shoved him off and quickly moved away. His eyes snapped open, feeling the sharp sting of her rejection. He could kick himself. What, did he expect her to jump into his arms and tell him how much she missed him, still loved him, was just as miserable these last years as he was? Yes, his head mocked, yes you did. There was still hope, he knew she still...  

Suddenly, a man walked up behind Marison, enfolding her in his arms, clearly a familiar action. His slicked back hair was dark and wavy. A salt and pepper beard, dark brown eyes, and a nose that's been broken a few times only adding character to his handsome face. “I was getting jealous of the love fest Had to get some of that for myself, Sweetheart.”

She turned her head and to Steve’s horror, they kissed. She introduces the man as Ben, her partner and boyfriend. Steve felt his chest constrict, a vice gripping his heart. No, please no, he silently begged. He was always too late.

Maybe it wasn’t serious, he still had a chance. Maybe it was a ruse. He just needed to tell her how he feels and she'll be his again. She had to still love him. She had to. He won't give up. His fists clenched at his sides. “Wheels up in two. Let's move,” he barked.

Ben had not been authorized for this mission, for that Steve was relieved. He listens as the man tells Marison to be careful and that he loves her. When she said it back, Steve wanted to rip his ears off.

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

A/N: For so many reasons, this poor fic got pushed to the back burner for two darn years. A random dream a few nights ago gave me the inspiration to continue it.

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[vanillatalc]

Cham Read A Real Book

titling this post bc it's of monumental significance

(not really but it has legit been about 10y or more since i read a book cover to cover. i used to be a serious reader in my teens but at some point i lost the ability to lose myself in anything, and now books intimidate me + i avoid them)

me and benno finished this is how you lose the time war! we read it out loud in bed together, taking it in turns. it's mostly epistolatory so we each read one of the two protags parts. this is ben's favourite book. (or one of them. idk if it's his top fave)

i did like it in the end! i liked the romance! i liked the yearning and pining etc. i liked garden + commandant. it was an odd read. the style of writing bugged me a bit at the beginning but i did mostly get used to it by the end. it still isn't my favourite tho - it is still too florid for me to become fully embedded into my brain. ftr: i would say cormac mccarthy has my heart in terms of style. this paragraph i reread over and over again:

And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is the judge and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the fiddlers and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the judge. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling at once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

none of this book can touch that in terms of pure excellence imo. the words are so simple but they are so perfect. time war relies a bit too much on metaphor + simile for me to want to eat this book

some parts reminded of my doctor who (a lot of it actually tbf - the two time agents, almost gods, looking human but not being one - different from the rest of their species, bound together through strangeness + time) - a few parts reminded me of V for Vendetta (mostly the very last bit in teh jail lol). a lot reminded me of a lot of fanfiction ive read. (this isn't a compliment or an insult! just - it did)

i really liked some of it as well tho. this post reads quite negative but i actually did like it a lot lol - i also liked the exp of reading it with ben. some of the turns of phrase were lovely

#He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

Still on the go in London we decided to do both the blue and yellow hop on bus lines. The first being the blue which due to the London Marathon taking place had an altered route taking us to the back of Buckingham Palace where we walked through the fields of flowers left in honour of the Queen. They are still taking them away but but there must have been a multitude and deep as where they were places the grass is completely gone, replaced by open bare dirt. Still some amazing tributes there.

Sadly due to the marathon the changing of the guard had been cancelled so after a few mandatory photos we headed off to St Paul’s Cathedral. That was after we talked to some great police officers who were happy to chat and pose for more photos.

St. Paul’s is one of the plainest yet most beautiful church’s I have ever seen. We sat through a service and listened to the choir, simply a stunning and reflectfull moment. The height of the domes and simple lines allow everyone to enjoy the acoustics while sitting in admiration of the beauty of the structure. A must see when visiting London.

The roads are a mess here with thousands upon thousands of spectators and runners wherever you turn. Even our train line is shut due to the race. After several more detours we finally arrived at Harrods. Not sure why we bother as one can not even afford to breath within. This place has everything, just not in our price range. We could have bought a toy elephant for only $8000 or a bike with all the trimmings for $20000. Seriously this place stinks of money, but again a must do to see how the others half live. We did manage to scrape enough money together to buy our great grand daughter a gift of finger nail polish for children. Haha

Enough with the crowds so we headed home finishing the day early. Due to the marathon this in itself became a marathon and we ended up catching a train via Victoria station home. This is the largest train station, making some airport terminals look small, I have ever seen. Three different levels of trains with a shopping centre in the middle. Even free toilets which is a rare commodity in London. One learns to hold one’s legs together in London at 50 cents per pee.

Finally arriving at home we headed off to try another local pub, departing unimpressed, before setting down for a drink at the second of four pubs on our block. This was okay but decided to visit a third before we realised Julie had been robbed of her phone.

A beggar had placed on the table a handkerchief displaying drawings on why she should help him. Being the kind hearted person she is she found some money for him. After this he reached across the table to ask the rest of us for more before gathering up his cloth and leaving with Julie’s phone enclosed. A-slight of hand but we did not realise until we were leaving. The beggar was no where to be seen. Life in London at its worst.

Not be deterred we pushed on to the third pub on the block where we were told the cook was not taking orders for another half hour so headed for the fourth before landing a table at local Italian place. Great food and given our challenges today headed home for a good nights sleep.

Our second last day in London so we decided to try and see the changing of the guard one more time. Used the trains but when we arrived to enter the grounds found that the roads were all still blocked as they were cleaning up the mess from the marathon. Not to be deterred we walked the long way round and arrived in time to get a place right on the fence line. The changing of the guard is a very regimented procedure that at times seems quite futile. It is a must for everyone to witness when in London but once is enough. Haha

Took an even longer walk towards Big Ben where we stopped off at the fanciest cake shops ever entered. Full of pomp with snobs (staff) abounding and enjoyed immensely. The price reflected the decor. Hahha great food and coffee but again once is enough.

Back to walking we finally arrived at Westminster Abbey where the queue for entry was over 500 metres long snaking through a multitude of lines. It is here that I must apologise to St Paul’s cathedral. Once rated by myself at the best ever you are clearly second to Westminster.

This place is a living (not sure the right wording ) burial place for famous and great people. We were time restricted so only stayed an hour but could easily spend three to four. The architecture is brilliant with the highest ceiling i have ever witnessed around the world. The detail in everything must have taken many great artists a life time to achieve. This will take a lot of beating as far as beauty and history goes. Will visit again and spend a lot more time if again this way.

Finally for the day we caught a train to Victoria where we had bought tickets for the show “Hamilton”. The theatre was old but everyone was close to the stage. The acting and singing fabulous even if your music tastes lie elsewhere. No wonder the show has won so many awards world wide. The show finished late so we decided not to have a drink after the show returning home to a great nights sleep.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Omg i love the idea of a "first time anal" one omg i love your writing, pleasd make this ask a piece omgg

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A/N: This is installment 5 of A Series of Firsts!!! This one has been highly requested for some time now so I’m finally writing it. I decided to do a simple plot to this one so yeah...it’s crazy filthy tho. Also, this one is pretty freehand for my writing. So I hope you guys like it...Enjoy🙃

Harry’d been training your second hole for the past couple of weeks. The two of you had been wanting to give anal, particularly on you, a shot for a good while now. After seeing how well Harry adjusted and responded to having his hole played with, you were really interested in trying it out and getting a taste of the pleasure that Harry felt. From the way his cock twitched between his legs as you pushed your fingers or toys into his puckered entrance and the way he’d let out the loudest whines and moans from the feeling, you could tell that it felt amazing. So the possibilities for pleasure with his fingers and cock were endless. And the same way you were excited to give anal a try, Harry matched that excitement plus some. When you told him that you wanted to give it a go, Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The last thing Harry ever wanted to do was pressure you into something that you were unsure of or weren’t comfortable with. So despite the fact that he was being teased by your puckered entrance every time he took your from behind, and he that couldn’t stop swirling his tongue around the area whenever he had his head between your legs, along with thumbing at your entrance and lightly nudging his cock at it, Harry made sure to never pressure you. That’s why when you told him that you wanted to play around with your second hole, he was ready to make sure that you’re pleasured to the fullest and comfortable in the process. Since you voiced your concern about his size being too big for your entrance, Harry went straight into buying and researching any and everything to gradually move you towards taking his entire cock.

Before he bought anything, Harry did a pretty good amount of research. He even cross referenced different pieces of information. He looked into the best lubes for extended use of anal plugs, he looked into the best ways to train your hole to take more and more over time, and he even went as far to see if it was safe for you to sleep with your plug inside of you. Luckily for him, he got all the answers he needed and was hoping for. Once he compiled all of his information, Hary then went on to purchase items. He bought two types of lube, an oil based lube for when you wore the plug throughout the day, and a water based one for when he was playing with you at night. He also bought an extensive array of toys. For starters, he purchased a set of four shiny steel anal plugs with a big jewel in your favorite color on top that gradually increased in width and length. These would beused for everyday wear. Along with these plugs, he bought a couple silicone dildos that varied in girth and length. These were for when he would be training your hole and helping you become accustomed to having a cock inside of your tightened hole. And none of them were the size of his cock. He did this simply because he wanted to give you a bit of a surprise once the time finally came. Harry also threw in a couple accessories that you’d enjoy. He bought a couple bunny tail plugs that he thought would look adorable on you, and he got a string of ben wa balls. Those were definitely for him; he found the picture of you struggling to maneuver and hold them inside pretty amusing to say the least. After he picked everything and put a rush on the shipping, Harry anxiously awaited his large package of toys that he was dying to break in.

And once they did arrive, Harry began to break them in alright.

Since you were a thousand percent on board with it all, you were ready to start immediately. Once he unpackaged and cleaned the toys, Harry jumped right into walking you through the process and starting it. He used his fingers and the lube to ease your extremely tight hole open a bit and to help insert the first plug into you. When you first felt the pointed dome of metal plug inside you, it was a bit weird. It was sitting inside of your ass and you’d never felt that before. But after a couple hours of moving around and toying around with it, you became a bit more adjusted to the feeling and you were feeling excited for what was to come. This excitement was also because of Harry. The way he researched and took everything into account made you feel taken care of and at ease about everything. You were so excited to experience this with him and you knew for a fact that this entire process would be nothing short of amazing.

Every day for the following weeks, the two of you acquired a “Training Routine” so to speak. This is how the day would go: He’d insert the plug that you were working with at the moment in the morning and then go about your days either apart or together. Then once the day was coming to an end in the early part of then evening he’d  let your hole take a break for a couple hours by removing the plug. He would then clean the plug while you’re taking your break. After some things get done, Harry’d use one of the dildos that you were currently working with to play with your ass a bit and let you cum. Finally, before turning out the lights, Harry’d apply a new coat of lube and push your plug back inside before going to bed. This process lasted a good eight weeks. You advanced through the plugs and dildos, all the way up to the final set. And Harry couldn’t have been prouder. His baby had taken every last toy so well and he couldn’t wait to reward you with his cock inside your princess hole. Every time he watched your pretty and puckered hole stretch to fit the dildos or the plugs, all he could think about was your sweet little entrance engulfing every inch of his big cock while you whined and clung to whatever you could for dear life. He couldn’t stop the visual of him ramming his cock down into your ass from behind over and over again from invading his mind either. He completely understood that he wouldn’t be able to do that right away but he’d jump at the opportunity as fast as he can once you tell him to go harder. It’d definitely take a lot of self control to hold back his feral desires and not give your ass a good pounding. But the wait would be beyond worth it. 

Right now you were on your second week for your final set of training. It took you about two weeks for each set and you were right at the end. To be honest, you were a little shocked at how you flew through every last set. From the outset of it all, having your hole trained seemed a bit daunting and unusual. But Harry was right there to guide you through it all. He praised you for how good you were doing every time he played with your hole and he gently pushed you at times when you were on the verge of giving up. After finally reaching the end, you were more than ready to take Harry’s cock in your second entrance. 

The two of you had decided to spend your Friday night in bed watching a movie and chatting. In the process, the both of you were playing with each other. You had your head in his lap fondling his cock and suckling on the girthy flesh from time to time while Harry sat back against the headboard and moved the rather large (not Harry large though) dildo in and out of your now acclimated hole. As the the time passed, the both of you would try and get the other to squirm and moan. Harry’d push the dildo really deep into you causing you to squirm around on the bed, roll your eyes back, and just moan from the feeling. To get him back, you’d feel throat his cock, suckle on his large balls, and/or push one of your fingers a bit lower towards his entrance to which he’d grunt, moan, and buck his hips up towards you. 

“Do y’want me t’just fuck you already? I mean, I’m as hard as a rock and I can guarantee you that pussy of yours is sopping wet.” Harry states bluntly, stopping his movements with the dildo to reach down and feel your pussy. “And I was right.” He confirms, feeling your sticky arousal on his fingers.

“I mean we were going fuck anyways so why not get a head start. Plus I like having two cocks inside me anyways.” You agree, lifting yourself up onto your knees before taking your shirt off.

“Don’t give me any ideas. M’gonna tear that ass and cunt to pieces if you keep talking like that.” Harry grumbles, yanking his shirt off as well before yanking you over to him. 

“Maybe I want you to tear me apart.” You reply suggestively as you lift yourself into his lap.

“Just get on my cock.” Harry growls lowly, bringing his hand to your throat and the other down to push the dildo back up your ass  to move you along. And with that, you waste no time sinking down onto his hard shaft. 

“Fuck!” You moan loudly. As you sink down onto him, you both can not only feel your tight walls stretching, you can also feel his cock pushing against the dildo that was in your ass through your walls. You were really full. Once he’s pressing into your stomach, Harry gives you no time whatsoever before he’s slamming up into you. His hips are moving so fast as he shoves his cock up into you. The feeling of your velvety walls alone could drive Harry insane; and it was. He just couldn’t stop slamming his cock up into you! As he continues to piston his cock up into your pussy, his grip on your throat gets tighter causing your mouth to just hand open as you let out the smallest whimpers.

“Look so pretty when that ass and cunt are filled. Such a good little cockslut.” Harry chuckles lowly, using his grip on your throat to pull you closer to his face so that he could lick into your open mouth. As he does, Harry lets go of your throat all together and brings that hand down to your chest to fondle your breasts. Even though his cock was amazingly fucking your cunt, you really wanted his cock in your ass. You wanted to finally feel him in there. So keeping a hand on his shoulder for support, you bring your hand down behind you to where his hand was guarding the dildo against slipping out of your entrance and you pull at his hand. This results in Harry coming to an immediate halt to see what was wrong. “You okay baby?” He asks concernedly. 

“Better than okay. Just want you to fuck me.” You sigh happily. 

“Want my cock in there?” Harry asks, making sure he is hearing you correctly.

“So bad.” You whine back, biting your lip to hold back a moan. 

When you reply, Harry is quick to pull you up from his cock so that he could throw you down onto the bed in front of him. He quickly lifts himself up and towers over your body between your legs. Harry then pushes upwards at the backs of your thighs so that your lower body is lifted up from the bed a bit before bringing his face down to pretty much devour your cunt. He quickly laps his tongue up and down your folds, stopping every once in a while to suck on your clit or push at your entrance. While he does this, you’re having a fit, letting out moan after moan from how good his mouth feels on you. He was trying to push you as close to the edge as possible so that you could cum with him once he’s inside. You were incredibly tight and Harry knew for a fact that he’d last no more than two seconds once he’s inside. He wasn’t even expecting you to let him push into you tonight. He was thinking that you wanted a bit more time but he was gravely mistaken on that one. You wanted him in there now.

After a couple more licks and sucks, Harry finally pulls his head from between your legs and pulls your legs down before turning you onto your side. From this angle, Harry could fuck into your ass and still get a good look at your face. He wanted to watch your face contort as you took his big cock inside.

“Gonna pull this out now.” Harry announces, slowly pulling the toy out of you. He tosses the soft toy onto the bed next to him, and then pushes his cock back into your pussy for a split second, causing you to let out a little gasp. “Needed t’be a bit wetter.” He explains with a smirk as he grips onto his glistening shaft and lines himself up with your princess hole as he liked to call it. “M’gonna fuck you so good baby.” Harry grumbles behind you, holding onto your hip as he nudges himself into you. 

“Not too hard though.” You sigh, completely relaxing your body as you feel his cock entering you. All you could say was that this was absolutely amazing.

“Don’t worry, can barely move y’so tight.” Harry grunts, trying his hardest to keep his composure. He wasn’t even halfway in and Harry could feel himself come onto the verge of cumming. He stops himself in his tracks and takes multiple deep breaths before going back to pushing. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, feeling yourself become full with him. This was a type of full that you’d never felt before; and it was so good. 

“Feelin’ good baby?” Harry pants, feeling himself beginning to fall apart as he reaches the base of his cock.

“So good. Think m’gonna cum.” You pant with a little whimper. You were holding your release so that you could cum with Harry but it was getting harder and harder to keep going.

“Me too sweet girl.” Harry pants, beginning to slowly rock himself in and out of you. Harry was on cloud nine. You felt way better than he could’ve ever imagined and he was about to burst. As he continues to rock into you, you can feel him pushing right into the sweet spot within you (you were starting to wonder whether or not he had some type of sweet spot detector inside of him). When he feels you beginning to squeeze around him, he decides to just give up on holding back. “Cum with me baby!” Harry grunts before bursting at the seams. You could feel his cum pouring into your ass as the wave of your release crashes down onto you. All of it combined was so much to handle. You were clenching onto his cock as you came and you were feeling all of his cum flood into your body as you came.

Once the waves of your releases begin to calm down a little, Harry slowly pulls out of you and collapses down onto the bed next to you. You then turn your body so that you’re lying flat against the bed next to him as you are in a tired yet buzzed daze as well. The both of you were out of it and still in shock from the amazing thing you two just experienced.

“Is it wrong for me t’be thinking about pounding your ass right now?” Harry asks out of the blue, reaching his arm over to drag his hand up and down your back. 

“No. Because I’m thinking about it too.” You reply softly. 

“M’gonna tear you up.” He promises.

“I’m ready.” You reply confidently. 

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21- Truth or Dare

Completed, 26 chapters, “So, you’re the babysitter, huh ?” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Right now, Rodrick desperately needed to clear his mind. And I mean desperately. It wasn't enough to ignore or avoid you, as if he even could. You were everywhere, which was normally a good thing. 

He drove you to school in the morning and even had class with you. And after school was no luck, either you were babysitting or wanted to hang out. Which he felt obligated to say yes to. 

At least there was band practice, Rodrick could focus on something else. While simultaneously getting advice from Chris and Ben. Thankfully, you'd rather support at shows and by wearing your several Löded diper shirts and hoodies. 

“Dude, maybe you should just tell y/n how you feel.” Chris says, throwing his guitar strap over his head. 

“Yea, y/n's a cool girl, I doubt she's gonna like break your heart.” Ben says sarcastically, which earns him a glare from Rodrick. “Or at least she won't do it on purpose.” 

“It's not about getting my heartbroken. Its-” 

Rodrick tries to explain but finds himself at a loss for words. The boys look at him with skeptical faces. Waiting to see what, he rambles and passes off as an explanation for this reason to hide his feelings. He stays silent instead, not wanting to admit it to them, too afraid to be honest with anyone who wasn't himself. 

“Never mind.” 

In reality, it wasn't really that hard to explain. In simple terms, Rodrick was afraid of rejection. 

“I feel like this is a bad idea.” You say, gliding lips gloss across your bottom, lip.

“You're only saying that because of what happened last time, and that only happened because I was wasted.” 

“Does that mean you won't be drinking tonight.” You ask, honestly. “Because I would like to go home with two idiots having sex in the backseat.” 

“Got it. No sex in the backseat, and I promise I'll be the one to drive you home.” 

You roll your eyes, unsure if you could believe him.

“If you say so.” 

The house was crowded, loud and smelled. Your face was sour the moment you walked in. Let's just say you didn't want to be there. And to make matters worse, Rodrick didn't seem to want you there either. 

Even though you walked in together, if felt like every time you turned your back or even looked away, he was gone. 

Which gave you two options, search and follow him all night or be by yourself. Tired of playing his sick puppy dog, you took the hint and found a spot on the couch. 

You had been in enough awkward positions to know what to do now. Pulling out your phone, you fake swiped and typed. Hoping it would somehow make you look too busy to interact with the very active party. It didn't. 

“Want a hit?” A boy asked beside you. 

You ignored him at first until you realized it was Chris. He motioned the blunt towards you, and you took it from him. If you were going to be stuck here, you might as well be high. 

While you found a way to not think about him, Rodrick struggled to do the same when it came to you. 

When he told Chris and Ben, he needed dome space from you.  He expected them to make excuses for him. Something like they were doing a project for school or had practice. But no, instead they brought him to a party. 

Then again, what was the best way to get someone off your mind? By finding someone else, or maybe more than one. 

“So you're like in an actual band?” The redhead questioned Rodrick. 

“Yea, we're kinda underground. We play at mostly local places.” 

“That's so cool. What are you like, the lead vocalist?” Her friend asked, index finger circling the rim of her cup. 

“Guess again.”

“Lead guitar?” The red head said excitement in her eyes. 

“No-. But lead something else.” 

The girls look at each other for a moment, trying to think of the other lead. 

“Okay, I have no idea.” One of them spits out. 

“I'm the lead drummer.” He says with pride. 

A short oh is shared between the suddenly uninterested girls. 

“Oh like…” One of them say, using her fingers to hit pretend drums. 

“Yea.” 

Rodrick mumbles, defeated, before taking a sip of his drink. Along with this conversation, the bitter tase  causes him to cringe.

“So where are the rest of your bandmates?” 

“Downstairs.” He says, defeated. 

He knew he shouldn't have been, but Rodrick was almost thankful when they walked away. Meanwhile, downstairs you, Chris and Ben had started to become accustomed to each other. Oddly enough, the three of you had never really spent anytime together. Well, anytime without Rodrick. 

“Ya know, y/n, you're pretty interesting. I see why Rodrick likes you.” Chris say bring his cup to his lips. 

You laugh at the compliment, not realizing what he had actually said. Ben's reaction was well different. He reaches over you and land a hit on Chris's shoulder. “Shut up man.” He says, returning to his spot. Some type of warning you didn't understand. 

After Chris's little slip up, Ben was quick to change the conversation. Truth or dare was the game. It wasn't mystery spin the bottle, but it definitely wasn't any better. Especially when you were high and feeling a little too honest. 

“Okay, I have one, but It's for both of you. Truth dare.” 

“Truth.” They say almost as if it was a question.

“Does Rodrick actually like me?” You asked before taking a large inhale of the now shorter blunt. 

Caught off guard, they're still quick to think.

“Define like.” Chris says, using his finger to quote the word.

“Like, like ya know like.” You paused, taking a moment to think. “Like romantically.” You finally spit. 

“Do you like him romantically?” Ben was quick to ask.

“Yes but no. Like if he likes me, then I like him. But if he doesn't like me, then I definitely don't like him.” 

The three of you share a moment of confused silence. 

“So hypothetically, If we told you Rodrick liked you, then you'd feel the same?” 

“Mhm.” 

The two sigh, thankful that they can get this off their chest. Thankful that this can be over. 

“So does he?” 

“Yea, like a lot.” 

Your face scrunched together, took back by the confirmation. 

“Really?” Your voice suddenly clear. “Like how much?” 

You wanted to know more, but before you, Rodrick was making his way to the couch. 

“This place sucks.” Rodrick says now standing in front of you. 

“Hey, I'm havin' fun.” 

He gave you the option to stay since you were having fun, but ultimately you decided leaving was best. The four of you would have left as a group, but Chris and Ben found themselves caught up  with two girls. 

The walk to Rodrick's van was a struggle. Every step you took sent vibrations through your whole body. Your knees felt like the tin man's joints. Rusty and begging to be oiled. You ensured him that you could walk, but he obviously didn't believe you. When he offered you his hand, you graciously took it. Wrapping both of your arms around his. 

You spent the drive home watching him. A childish grin painted on your face when Rodrick's eyes meet yours. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” You say with a lazy smile. 

Maybe this party wasn't such a bad idea after all. 

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They tell him that his name is Benzaiten Steel.

They tell him that he’s been shot.

Officially, publicly, his condition is unknown - they haven’t released any details yet, pending the investigation. As he understands it, the investigation amounts to his mother and brother pointing to each other in accusation, both of them held in separate interview rooms of the HCPD while Ben lays in his hospital bed. They were hoping he could give them answers, Ben realizes when the doctor and the officer both hover around his door uncertainly before turning to go.

But Ben doesn’t remember anything. He can’t tell them if his brother in law enforcement went corrupt or if his mentally ill mother finally slipped too far. If it was an argument, or an accident, or which of his incredibly small family is more likely to lie. He wouldn’t have been able to tell them his name if they hadn’t told him first, because Ben hardly remembers anything at all.

It’s the head injury, the nurse tells him at two in the morning while she gives him more pain medication. Not from the blast, which had caught him in the shoulder and was more than enough damage to a body on its own, according to her. He must have hit his head on something on the way down, gave himself a nasty bump and some swelling. Nothing to worry about too much, she added quickly after getting a good glance at Ben’s expression. Just... just the memories might not come back. Hard to tell with these things.

Ben chews over the possibility after she leaves, slipping in and out of sleep. He should want to know, right? He should be searching for those memories, and the way he fit between them. He should be looking for himself... looking for the truth.

There are two people in his family. One of them shot him. He can’t imagine a truth there that wouldn’t tear him in two anyway.

Ben takes a moment to pity whoever it was he used to be - must’ve had a sad life, in the middle of that mess. Couldn’t possibly have been happy, in that little apartment in Oldtown, no one to call or contact besides the people led away in handcuffs. Such a small, tiring existence... didn’t he feel stifled, trapped? He does now. He thinks about going back to that, and he can’t breathe.

Ben looks at the window instead. He can make out some stars, but only a few - it’s hard to see much around the light pollution and the dome. He doesn’t remember, but logic tells him he hasn’t lived the kind of life that’s ever taken him off of Mars; he’s never seen any of those stars, or the planets around them, or their moons - not really. He thinks he might like to, and it’s almost a surprise when the thought comes to him; it’s as if his mind has been cleared of some dome hemming him in, holding him in place, and now there’s room to want. Ben feels untethered, adrift... free. Free in a way he knows, somehow, he’s never been before.

It’s a heady feeling. For the first time since waking, Ben smiles. He could be free. He could reach up to those stars and never come back down.

Benzaiten Steel might not remember anything about himself, but he learns that he’s a good actor. When the officer comes back with more questions, Ben tells them he’s afraid for his life, more afraid because he doesn’t know who or what to fear. “Be honest,” he asks, voice shaking with something (not fear, but the officer doesn’t know that). “Do you think this could happen again? Am I really safe?”

Benzaiten Steel is declared dead, and Ben boards a ship.

~~~

He still calls himself Ben; everything else, he cuts away and leaves behind as deadweight. He’s Ben Nothing, Ben Nobody, and he runs between the stars like there’s something chasing him. He finds work where he can, and he finds that the most lucrative work is the illegal kind. He finds that he’s good at it, charming people with a smile or disarming them with a few tears, and then liberating them from whatever they have in their pocket, or safe, or bank account.

Ben is happy. Ben is competent, secure, well-liked in the circles he moves through. Ben is as free as he ever wanted to be, in this life or any other. And if he feels like something unnamed is breathing down his neck some days, well, he is a thief, isn’t he? There’s always someone after him, law enforcement on several planets at least. If he avoids Mars and anywhere too close to that little, red planet, it’s his own business. There’s not much on Mars, anyway; only the Cerberus Province and the connections he could make there, and it’s a small sacrifice to make for all of the things he gets to see.

Ben isn’t lonely. He just feels a little adrift sometimes.

And it’s years before anything catches him.

He has a jewel that toppled a dynasty with the conflict it caused hidden in his pocket, and he slips into a dark, mostly empty theater to wait out the afternoon and the authorities. He already has a spot waiting for him on a ship traveling several planets away, but it won’t take off for hours. He has plenty of time.

Ben pulls out his comms to waste some hours, ignoring the movie playing on the screen; a kids’ movie, probably with the hope that whole families would make the effort of taking a trip to the theater to spend time together. It was a bad gamble, with the only person there other than Ben asleep in a chair in the corner. Ben snorts; kind of a stupid thought, that anyone would bother when they could stream whatever old movies they wanted directly to their home.

He’s in the middle of a game when he looks up at the screen. There’s a woman fighting a dragon, and he isn’t sure what caught his attention until it happens again.

“Andromeda!” someone on the screen yells.

Ben’s head hurts.

Andromeda! a younger Benzaiten yells. He can feel the warm sun beating down on him, the familiar sounds of shouting down a street somewhere too far away to worry about. His voice, thin and reedy and so young, makes its best attempt at a growl. You will never escape me!

“You will never escape me!”

His head throbs, and he could cry with how much it hurts.

I do not intend to run - I will stay and fight, because good must always succeed! Someone with his face answers back, swinging a sword made of paper towel rolls and too much duct tape, and then breaks from the script: And I’m faster than you anyway, Benten, so I can escape whenever I want to.

For a moment, he rests on the divide between Ben and Benzaiten. If he tries, he could pull back - but he also knows he could no more let go of that voice than tear his own heart out.

Juno. A knowledge from the long-dormant pieces of him whispers an answer he doesn’t ask for, as it drags the whole of his messy, painful history with it. That’s Juno. Your twin. Your family.

Benzaiten is still crying, hurt radiating from his head and his chest, and there’s no one around to care so he doesn’t stop. He watches the stupid movie three times, then boards a ship and tries to hide the evidence with makeup and a bright smile. He’s two planets away by the time he thinks about going back, all the way back, and by the time he’s three planets away he’s decided that it would be a ridiculous idea.

It’s been years. Fuck, it’s been so many years. Does Juno live in the same place? What if he’s married now; out of the two of them, he was always the one looking for someone to hold onto him. Would he even want to see Ben?

The answer should be yes, but Ben’s not an idiot, he knows reality is more complicated. Juno buried him, and mourned for him, and maybe even started to heal - and Ben had run. Run without looking back, leaving a death certificate and open wounds behind him.

Is Sarah still alive?

The question stops him cold, staring through the window and the pieces of galaxy he’s passing. If Sarah is alive, he would have to see her, too. That’s a promise he made himself a long time ago - that he wouldn’t choose between them. He was the one who held the family together. He’d always been that.

The Benzaiten in his head, the person he isn’t sure he is yet - anymore - tells him she loves you.

Ben, here and now, tells him she shot you.

Both of those things are true. And when Ben pulls away from the window, he tells himself that’s what he’s afraid of, that someone he loved hurt him and could do it again, that he might let them in the foolish, stupid need to find out if the love was still there somewhere under all of the hurt. To know trying hard enough could mean getting better.

If there’s another fear, if he can feel the gravity of Mars pulling him back and down and heavy, he doesn’t let himself think it. And he’s gotten pretty good at deception, so he might even believe it.

~~~

Ben dances more, when he remembers dancing. Nothing feels as free as the movement, as his total control over it. Not even the stars.

How much of his running was escape, and how much was just running?

~~~

He still calls himself Ben.

He has his reasons. “Benzaiten” is too memorable, and sharing a face and a last name with a sibling seems like a really good way to get that sibling into trouble. There’s a reputation in place already with the name he used. There are days when he doesn’t feel like he fits in Benzaiten’s life. He finds plenty of reasons.

He doesn’t visit. He thinks about it, comes close - as close as a planet and one ticket fare away, once - but Ben can’t bring himself to step foot in Hyperion City. Hyperion belongs to Juno, somehow. He was the one who stayed (I do not intend to run - I will stay and fight), and going home feels like... trespassing. Ben knows Juno wouldn’t say that. It doesn’t stop him from thinking it.

Hyperion City has a newspaper, though, and a subscription service that seems a little optimistic in its range. Maybe not all that optimistic, since Ben regularly takes advantage of it - between jobs, and only on his personal comms. Most of it has nothing to do with him, but he skips and skims through the digitized pages anyway, looking for whatever hints of a life he can find. Juno is a private investigator now, which doesn’t surprise Ben. There’s an engagement announcement and no following marriage announcement, which does.

(Sarah is guilty, and dead, and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. He doesn’t linger on the thought.)

Sometimes, when he feels brave, he imagines what it could be like. So what’s this about a gala at that new art gallery? You know, the one that lasted a whole night before it got blown up?

Juno’s laughter from the other side of the comms connection, maybe a little too young. Uh huh, I heard. The HCPD put it all over the news, along with how they saved the day. Or didn’t you hear that part?

They can say whatever they want, I know a Juno Steel case when I see one. Now, Ben adjusts on the bed, miles and miles away, glancing at the window to see if he can get a peek back the way he came, tell me everything.

Maybe the next time you come to see me, Juno says, and just like that the thought disintegrates. He can never put too many words in Juno’s mouth; there are just too many things he doesn’t know.

Ben gets lucky one day and sees a whole half a picture of Juno, looking out on a crowd. He’s not the focus - he’s standing next to some politician in the middle of a speech, a Ramses O’Flaherty who makes a lot of promises that sound like the “too good to be true, but wouldn’t it be nice” kind - but Ben will take what he can get. He can’t decide if Juno has more or less scars than he would have expected, given his line of work. He wonders how they all got there. Juno is standing on the stage with the politician; he must buy some of those promises to put himself so clearly in the man’s corner.

There’s a kind of worry in his gut about it, but Ben tries to take it as a good sign. The Juno he knew had a hard time trusting people; it would be nice if he’d found someone to believe in. It would be nice if that trust is well-placed.

Ben has to leave his comms behind for a job, taking a burner along instead, so he gets the results of the election at the same time he gets the announcement of O’Flaherty’s death and the conspiracy over Newtown. It doesn’t have to mean anything - just another politician who wasn’t what he seemed to be, or didn’t manage to hang on long enough to make good on his promises. That’s all it is.

He still looks for Juno in the stories he reads. He can’t seem to find him, anymore.

~~~

For the first time since they were nineteen, Benzaiten sees Juno across the room.

For a moment, he feels like he’s seen a ghost. A ridiculous thought, from the dead twin.

Juno Steel is so far away from Hyperion City, talking to Zolotovna in a resplendent dress as if he’s lived the kind of life that makes him belong, immediately and implicitly, among the disgustingly rich. Ben, who is there for a reason, he knows he’s there for a reason but fuck if he can remember why, tries not to make it obvious that he’s staring. He’s failing at that, he knows.

But Juno is here. Juno is here in the room with him, so different than he remembers, with so many more scars. With one less eye. Ben wants to ask when that happened, wants to demand that story, just as much as he wants to fade into the crowd and run.

He feels untethered; he feels like, if he runs, he’ll never find his way back again. Just this once, Ben lets himself understand that the tug of gravity pulling him back was never a leash around his neck as much as it was a rope around his middle - giving him a way back home. Juno had always been his anchor, keeping him from drifting too far.

There’s no going back, now. There’s no going home, no home to go back to.

Juno’s glance turns in his direction, and Ben is about to duck out of the way - an amateur move, guaranteed to catch his sibling’s eye, but he thinks he can be forgiven for being a little bit off his game - when Ben realizes he’s not who Juno is looking for. A man slips by him, tall and confident and familiar in a way that tells Ben exactly why he should be familiar. Juno can’t seem to help the way his face changes when he spots the man.

So the thief grabbed at Juno’s heart and pulled him away from Hyperion. That’s why Juno is here. It’s... infuriating, because there’s no way a common con deserves Juno Steel. Because it was never a thought in Ben’s head that Juno could be convinced to leave Hyperion, and he never thought to ask. (I do not intend to run. Running was Ben’s job.)

Ben is ready to do something stupid. He’s halfway across the ballroom, walking directly towards his brother well and aware that the impact will cause an explosion of a scene, when he sees Juno tilt his head.

There’s a comms in his ear.

Ben has been a thief long enough to recognize the habits of another thief - especially a new one.

He doesn’t remember what he came to this event for, but there’s nothing, mark or prize or job, that Benzaiten wants more than to understand the stranger in the dress who almost has his face. If he breaks something with an impulsive decision, he thinks as he continues to cross the room, well - wouldn’t be the first time.

He’ll let himself be selfish. That’s what Ben does.

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #benzaiten steel #juno steel #junoverse #ben lives au #don’t ask my why i do not know #i was just curious about a Ben who becomes a thief #and it kinda spiraled from there #so i guess the hot takes are: #Ben’s family is a grounding force for him #and Ben also struggles with dealing with his mistakes #GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR VERY COMPLICATED EVENING JUNO

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

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Chapter 10

It was the first time I think I've ever been in a limousine. The seats were comfortable, cushioned leather. The inside was spacious and honestly quite relaxing. Except for the large man with a gun pointed at us.

I looked up at Bucky who met my gaze with a small smile. It was reassuring to know he was there. I never had a partner, and I guess they are useful for if things go south.

Finally, we entered a large gate that opened when we appeared. The grass in the yard was unbelievably green, lights lit up the driveway as we entered the round drive. The house was huge, tall windows surrounded by a deep brown trim. The house on the outside was white. It radiated expensive the way it gleamed even in the dark evening. A large water fountain was at the center of the paved circle drive. We parked at the entrance, a man opening the door for us. Bucky got out first, reaching his hand into the car for me to take.

I took Bucky's hand, stepping out of the car with nothing but wonder on my face. Bucky took the lead, tucking my arm underneath his and holding onto my hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze which I reciprocated.

"What's the name?" My attention was drawn to an older man with a clipboard who stood impatiently in front of us. "Benjamin and Julie Smith sir. Hugo is expecting us." Bucky spoke up to the man, flashing him a dazzling smile. I got my act together, giving the man questioning us a kind smile in the process. He looked over his clip board, flipping over a few papers. "Ah Benjamin, welcome in." His demeanor changed upon seeing our names on the list. We began our walk to the front doors. The stairs were steep up to the door. I felt Bucky lean down to whisper in my ear.

"I don't think I've ever seen a house this big." I looked up at him, smiling gently. "It's definitely something to look at."

We arrived at the large dark oak doors that were opened by two security guards. The Fourier was large, the ground covered in marble that made my heels click when I walked. The ceiling was tall, coming to a glass dome at the top with a crystal chandelier hanging down. There was a winding staircase that lead up to a second level. People mingled down at the bottom. To the right was a small bar, then to the right of the bar, live music. Directly across from the bar was the beginning of the staircase where I recognized a man in a dapper suit. He had dark black hair, freshly cut. Olive toes skin with brown eyes and a black mustache. "There's Hugo at the bottom of the stairs." I muttered to Bucky, keeping a smile on my face as people passed.

"We will keep an eye on him, catch him when he's not talking to anybody and then make our move." I nodded gently, forcing a smile. I changed my posture and shifted my position to be facing Bucky. "Ben darling, let's go grab a drink and dance." I tried my hardest to make my voice sound as proper and civilized as possible. Bucky smiled down at me and nodded. "Lead the way, my beautiful wife." He winked at me.

I knew we were just pretending, putting on a show so out cover wouldn't get blown. Something inside me felt warm, causing me to uncontrollably smile at his actions. Part of me wanted this to be real, going to parties and dancing and drinking with an individual that I loved. With as close as Bucky and I have gotten, I could even imagine it being with him.

I got to the bar, ordering a sweet red wine. Bucky got a whiskey on the rocks. They were both given to us fairly quickly. I thanked the bartender and then took a sip of the wine. I could tell Bucky enjoyed his drink by the way he took long sips of it. I laughed into the glass gently while taking a drink from it. I scanned the area looking for familiar faces. I spotted Hugo chatting it up with three men, bellowing large laughs and slapping each other on the back. There was a security guard at nearly every entrance and exit of the main hall where everyone gathered. I looked up the stairwell. There was a top balcony above the main room with a couple different hallways leading off in two different directions.

My attention was pulled back to the music as I heard the song change to something slower. I set my wine down on a nearby round table that held other people's drinks as well. I turned to see Bucky downing the rest of his whiskey and looking at me. "Let's go dance."

I grabbed his hand and forced him to come onto the dance floor with me where all the other couples were. We readied ourselves in a dancing position. Bucky seemed to be awkward, not knowing what to do with his hands. I took them, placing one at my hip and one in my hand, pulling out bodies closer together. "Follow my lead, okay?" I whispered to him.

He nodded. I could feel his hands fall into a comfortable position. The one at my hip wrapped closer to my back which encouraged us to get closer together. He smirked a little bit, I could tell he was really enjoying this. I smiled a little bit too, swaying to the beat of the music. Over Bucky's shoulder I could see Hugo looking at us as we danced. It felt like we had made direct eye contact with each other.

"Spin me around. Hugo's looking we need to grab his attention." I commanded in a hushed whisper. "What? I can't do that!" He challenged back at me.

I moved his hand from my waist, taking the one in my hand over my head. My ballet skills kicking in as I did a near perfect pirouette under his arm before he pulled me into him. His arms wrapped around my body and my back was now pressed against his front. His head bent down near my ear and I could feel him smiling.

I smiled too, swaying to the best of the music and savoring the body heat that he was giving off. "See you're a natural." I teased him which made him laugh. His breath was hot on my neck causing me to get goosebumps.

He then adjusted his hands so he could dip me down, which he did. His cold blue eyes looked into mine, his face shadowed by the overhead lights. His hand moved to the back of my head to support it, then leaning down and kissing my forehead gently. This made me smile as the familiar warmth crept back inside my body.

I was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown into another spin by Bucky. This one was slow and he regained his hand position on me once I faced him. One hand on my hip and the other in my hand.

"Pardon me?" Our heads turned in surprise of a new voice next to us. It was Hugo, smiling while standing there in his black suit and black tie. "I couldn't help but notice your beautiful wife. Would you mind if I stole a dance?"

I looked up at Bucky, batting my eyelashes and smiling up at him. He placed a thumb and index finger at my chin to hold my face in place while he smiled fondly at me. "Of course Mr. Alexander."

As soon as Bucky stepped away, Hugo took his place. His hand placed lower on my hip and the other one in my hand as we began another slow dance. "You're simply ravishing. With grace like that while dancing it was only a matter of time before you caught every mans attention." Hugo growled in my ear. I giggled to play along, but on the inside I was disgusted.

"Apparently I caught the right mans attention. Mr. Alexander if I'm not mistaken, Correct?" He separated our bodies, still holding onto my hand while he brought it up to his mouth to kiss it while bowing. I did a curtsy with my dress at the same time. "Hugo Alexander, in the flesh."

"Julie Smith. My husband is Benjamin Smith. We have been receiving your messages." I tried to pry some information from him while we went back into a dancing position, him bringing our bodies closer together.

"Husband? But I saw no ring?" Hugo challenged, rubbing his thumb across my naked ring finger. I acted quickly, my eyes drifting around to search for Bucky. I managed to see him slip down a hallway on the balcony upstairs before my attention was brought back to Hugo.

"The truth is, I took the ring off. We got into an argument before arriving and well, as punishment I came into this party single." I replied to Hugo's question flirtatiously which caused the man to smirk widely.

His hand wrapped around to the small of my back, pressing our bodies together tightly as he whispered in my ear. "I'd love to show you how a real man loves his wife." His words sent shivers down my spine, but not like the anticipation filled ones that Bucky gave me. These were of disgust.

"Perhaps we should talk business and then we can get down to some play, Mr. Alexander?" I looked up at him, batting my eyes innocently at him. He smirked, nodded in agreement with my words.

"Your husband lets you do the business talk?" Hugo questioned, looking aimlessly around the room. I panicked for a minute, thinking he might be looking for my 'husband'. I put my hand on his face to direct his attention back to me.

"Would you rather talk to him, or to me?" I walked my fingers up his chest, grazing them against the skin on his neck. He took a sharp breath in at my actions and let out a shaken chuckle. "You drive a hard Bargain, Mrs. Smith."

"Ah, Miss Smith tonight, remember?" I reminded him, wiggling my naked ring finger in front of him. "From what I hear you drive an even harder one."

Hugo sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Your husband is concerned with my ability to hold up my end of the bargain. With this partnership of our companies, we could triple our profits ten fold. I need his equipment and from what I hear, you guys need the money."

I sighed and shook my head. "Bankruptcy is not pretty. We will need all the money that we can get." This information was within the files that Hydra had given us to memorize. It was now coming into play. I thought for a moment, becoming surprised at hearing Bucky's voice in my ear. "I found the office. I had to break something to get into the files though."

"Say Mr. Alexander-" "Hugo, please call me Hugo." "Hugo, a man like you with so much money, why don't you put an offer on my husbands company?"

He seemed intrigued by this question, tilting his head. "Go on, Miss Smith." "All I'm saying is, my husband is desperate for money. If you made him an offer he couldn't refuse, then there's no need for the partnership anymore. You could have anything-" I grabbed his collar, pulling his head down so I could whisper in his ear. "Or anyone, you want."

He smirked down at me and I gave him an innocent smile. "Why don't we take this upstairs to discuss business matters more?" He traced his fingers along my jaw to make me look up at him. I nodded my head in agreement with an innocent smile.

I followed him up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest with nervousness.

"What's your location?" Bucky's voice was in my ear.

"Where are we headed, Hugo?" I asked him. "You made me walk up those stairs in heels I deserve an answer." I gave him a gentle giggle, rubbing my hand on his bicep.

"We're going to my room, there's more private matters to discuss." He growled down into my ear, holding onto my arm. We arrived to the door that was just at the end of the hallway. "The bedroom, quite the place to get down to business." I repeated so Bucky could hear.

"Shit, I'm in the bedroom!" Bucky's voice sounded panicked. The door to Hugo's room flung open. He fiddled around while looking for the light switch. I grabbed him by the collar, spinning him around to face me and walking us to the bed. I pressed my lips against his, the mustache on his top lip tickling my mouth. My force was met with one equally as hungry. He sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips roughly. My eyes were open, scanning for Bucky. I saw him in the shadows, folders in hand as he slowly snaked out of the bedroom.

"Someone is eager." Hugo growled into my lips. I shushed him and forcefully kissed him once again. I pulled back from his mouth as he aggressively pulled me into him to straddle his lap. His hands sat comfortably on my ass, squeezing it in the process. I bent my body down to kiss up his neck, making him groan.

"Were only discussing business in here, nothing else." I partially moaned into his ear which made him let out another moan. "Ask me any business questions you want." He breathed heavily, his hands traveling up my body, exploring.

"How does a man like you make so much money? I can't imagine the size of your-" I cut my sentence off, grabbing this mans hardening crotch. "Wallet."

He moaned In my ear, desperately grabbing at my sides. "You really want to know?" He asked, his breathing labored. I stuck my tongue out and licked up his neck to his ear, my lips brushing against it. "Nothing would make me hornier." I purred.

Hugo chuckled gently, taking his hands and putting them in my hair. He pulled back and exposed my neck, it was his turn to kiss it now. I made a disgusted face while he couldn't see, hearing Bucky talk in my ear.

"What are you doing, get out of there!" Bucky spoke urgently. But I couldn't, I was about to get this man to admit to where he got his profits from.

"There's an underground experimental facility In Germany. Rumor has it they use humans as weapons. my inside connection has been supplying me blueprints for building these super powered and illegal weapons of destruction." I let out a fake moan into his ear, my heart pounding into my throat. "Who, who is it?" I asked desperately, using my hands to rub up and down his torso.

"Fredrick Meier."

A different voice was in my ear now, a high foreign man who was speaking English, It could only be Dr. Zola. "Execute him."

Without hesitation, I reached down to the holster attached to my thigh. Thankfully my hands were already in the general area. I stepped off of Hugo, aiming for his forehead and hitting dead center. I watched his face fall in shock as the bullet hole cried a tear of red blood that traveled down his face. His lifeless body flopped back onto the bed.

Bucky came running around the corner frantically, confused at the sight he saw before him. I turned around, gun still in hand. I quickly lifted up the bottom of my dress and put the gun back in the holster, latching it in place securely.

"We have to go, now!"

Next Chapter

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Like most good stories, Harry Styles’ video for “Treat People With Kindness” starts with Fleabag, specifically with a meeting at Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s hit London theatre run, which became the launchpad for the joyous black and white video, released on New Year’s Day.

Working with a team now synonymous with Styles' videos (choreographer Paul Roberts and stylist Harry Lambert, to name a few), it was directed by brothers Gabe and Ben Turner (part of the production company Fulwell 73), whose work has spanned One Direction videos ("Steal My Girl", “History”) and Styles' solo track “Golden” and who produced the documentaries I Am Bolt (2016) and Hitsville: The Making Of Motown (2019).

Here, Gabe and Ben tell us the story of when Harry met Phoebe and how “Treat People With Kindness” came together.

Gabe, you tweeted that the video was shot at the beginning of last year. How did it come together?

Gabe Turner: Harry and I went to watch Phoebe do her live Fleabag show in London. We met Phoebe and she was the kindest, most delightful person ever. The next day I was watching dance videos randomly and one of them was this Nicholas Brothers video from the 1920s. It was two brothers dancing. I said to Harry, “You and Phoebe, question mark.” And he messaged back saying, “Treat People With Kindness”. Then he called Phoebe and was like, “I've got this song. I want to do a video. What about me and you doing this dance routine?” And she was like, “Great." And then the two of them called Paul Roberts, the choreographer.

Ben Turner: This isn't always how our life is. This isn't the regular process. But once the touchpaper got lit, it just went off. Every now and then something comes along where all the dominoes fall perfectly.

GT: Harry and Phoebe worked with [choreographers] Paul Roberts and Jared Hageman. The four of them rehearsed all the time, remotely, wherever they were. Whatever projects they were doing, the choreographers would go with them and work on their steps. We would get sent video updates for them as they were rehearsing and learning. We were like, “This is amazing.” We had been to the Troxy for the Bugsy Malone Secret Cinema, so we were like, “That would be a great place to do this.”

You make it sound easy.

BT: That momentum that Gabe's describing, that's what made it easy. It was plenty of hard work, but once it started, it just came together.

What was the turnaround like for the video? BT: We just did it fast, in the space of a few months.

GT: There is a process for how music videos get made. Directors pitch for them, they come up with their creative, present it and there’s a process to go through. This one was already happening before any of that process. It was pure art from Harry and Phoebe, going, “We're going to connect and make this amazing thing and it will come out when it comes out.” As a creative to work in that way is totally joyous. You're just facilitating greatness.

What was it like to shoot?

BT: This is also easy, in a way, because the choreography means that [Harry's] going to be here at this point and there at that [point]. You knew exactly where they were going to be in the room. We went back and forward a bit on how to weave the story into the choreography so it wasn't just a dance routine. By the time we got onto set, that was quite well planned. The nice thing is being more prepared, you can try to feed in a bit of latitude to things. I know because we've worked with Harry for a long time that the camera doesn't just love him. The camera wants to marry him and run off with him and probably never come back. So we know to give a little bit of space for that to happen. Obviously to have Phoebe there with him as well is totally bonkers. And, again, the camera loves her. It was exciting for us to talk about how to execute things with someone who we admire so much.

GT: When you go to the Troxy there's a hidden stage at the top. Ben had an idea of coming down from the hidden stage to reveal Harry, then setting a scene up of [Phoebe] at the top. She was brilliantly collaborative in discussing what kind of role she was going to play.

What notes did you talk through with Phoebe about her character? BT: This song's called "Treat People With Kindness”, so it feels like there's a distance to cover in the narrative. You start on the Marsellus Wallace shot, out of Pulp Fiction. We wanted to get a sense that this was a kind of tough guy and there was the opposite of people being treated with kindness around the place. But the conversation went from [Phoebe] being a character that stood up to him to, actually, if you look at it, [she] wipes a tear off of his eye, which is so beautiful.

GT: Ben was just obsessed with casting the back of people's heads for the first shot.

What makes a good back of the head?

BT: I'm talking about how many folds of skin at the top, the optimum shape. Someone [said] that Bruce Willis had a fantastic shaped dome of a head and it really turned me on to the shape of a bald head, because it can be really beautiful.

GT: I find a lot of the music videos that we do, there'll always be a shot from a film that inspires something.

Aside from breaking the fourth wall at the end, the Pulp Fiction shot and the Nicholas Brothers, what other reference points or Easter eggs did you include?

BT: We love the Marx Brothers, Danny Kaye and those physical comedians. I love Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. We’re also obsessed by Bugsy Malone. Busby Berkeley... I don't think there was much Busby Berkeley in this. GT: At the end there's a tiny bit, but Busby Berkeley has actually been used as a reference in quite a few music videos. We love that stuff. But we didn't want to go too into that symmetry and the choreography, because it didn't feel as fresh. What have you learned from Harry, after working together for so long?

BT: He's on a really interesting journey and we are lucky to be a bit of that journey with him. It's really rewarding to dip into that and try to facilitate some of that as we go along. There's a lot that he's in touch with that I'm not. I'm quite a lot older than him. I'm not as cool as him.

#harry styles #jan21 #gabe turner #ben turner #tpwkmv #GQ #article

[hldailyupdate]

How the joyous ‘Treat People With Kindness’ video came together

Directors Gabe and Ben Turner on how Fleabag became the launchpad for Harry Styles' ‘Treat People With Kindness’ music video

Like most good stories, Harry Styles’ video for “Treat People With Kindness” starts with Fleabag, specifically with a meeting at Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s hit London theatre run, which became the launchpad for the joyous black and white video, released on New Year’s Day.

Working with a team now synonymous with Styles' videos (choreographer Paul Roberts and stylist Harry Lambert, to name a few), it was directed by brothers Gabe and Ben Turner (part of the production company Fulwell 73), whose work has spanned One Direction videos ("Steal My Girl", “History”) and Styles' solo track “Golden” and who produced the documentaries I Am Bolt (2016) and Hitsville: The Making Of Motown (2019).

Here, Gabe and Ben tell us the story of when Harry met Phoebe and how “Treat People With Kindness” came together.

Gabe, you tweeted that the video was shot at the beginning of last year. How did it come together?

Gabe Turner: Harry and I went to watch Phoebe do her live Fleabag show in London. We met Phoebe and she was the kindest, most delightful person ever. The next day I was watching dance videos randomly and one of them was this Nicholas Brothers video from the 1920s. It was two brothers dancing. I said to Harry, “You and Phoebe, question mark.” And he messaged back saying, “Treat People With Kindness”. Then he called Phoebe and was like, “I've got this song. I want to do a video. What about me and you doing this dance routine?” And she was like, “Great." And then the two of them called Paul Roberts, the choreographer.

Ben Turner: This isn't always how our life is. This isn't the regular process. But once the touchpaper got lit, it just went off. Every now and then something comes along where all the dominoes fall perfectly.

GT: Harry and Phoebe worked with [choreographers] Paul Roberts and Jared Hageman. The four of them rehearsed all the time, remotely, wherever they were. Whatever projects they were doing, the choreographers would go with them and work on their steps. We would get sent video updates for them as they were rehearsing and learning. We were like, “This is amazing.” We had been to the Troxy for the Bugsy Malone Secret Cinema, so we were like, “That would be a great place to do this.”

You make it sound easy.

BT: That momentum that Gabe's describing, that's what made it easy. It was plenty of hard work, but once it started, it just came together.

What was the turnaround like for the video?

BT: We just did it fast, in the space of a few months.

GT: There is a process for how music videos get made. Directors pitch for them, they come up with their creative, present it and there’s a process to go through. This one was already happening before any of that process. It was pure art from Harry and Phoebe, going, “We're going to connect and make this amazing thing and it will come out when it comes out.” As a creative to work in that way is totally joyous. You're just facilitating greatness.

What was it like to shoot?

BT: This is also easy, in a way, because the choreography means that [Harry's] going to be here at this point and there at that [point]. You knew exactly where they were going to be in the room. We went back and forward a bit on how to weave the story into the choreography so it wasn't just a dance routine. By the time we got onto set, that was quite well planned. The nice thing is being more prepared, you can try to feed in a bit of latitude to things. I know because we've worked with Harry for a long time that the camera doesn't just love him. The camera wants to marry him and run off with him and probably never come back. So we know to give a little bit of space for that to happen. Obviously to have Phoebe there with him as well is totally bonkers. And, again, the camera loves her. It was exciting for us to talk about how to execute things with someone who we admire so much.

GT: When you go to the Troxy there's a hidden stage at the top. Ben had an idea of coming down from the hidden stage to reveal Harry, then setting a scene up of [Phoebe] at the top. She was brilliantly collaborative in discussing what kind of role she was going to play.

What notes did you talk through with Phoebe about her character?

BT: This song's called "Treat People With Kindness”, so it feels like there's a distance to cover in the narrative. You start on the Marsellus Wallace shot, out of Pulp Fiction. We wanted to get a sense that this was a kind of tough guy and there was the opposite of people being treated with kindness around the place. But the conversation went from [Phoebe] being a character that stood up to him to, actually, if you look at it, [she] wipes a tear off of his eye, which is so beautiful.

GT: Ben was just obsessed with casting the back of people's heads for the first shot.

What makes a good back of the head?

BT: I'm talking about how many folds of skin at the top, the optimum shape. Someone [said] that Bruce Willis had a fantastic shaped dome of a head and it really turned me on to the shape of a bald head, because it can be really beautiful.

GT: I find a lot of the music videos that we do, there'll always be a shot from a film that inspires something.

Aside from breaking the fourth wall at the end, the Pulp Fiction shot and the Nicholas Brothers, what other reference points or Easter eggs did you include?

BT: We love the Marx Brothers, Danny Kaye and those physical comedians. I love Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. We’re also obsessed by Bugsy Malone. Busby Berkeley... I don't think there was much Busby Berkeley in this.

GT: At the end there's a tiny bit, but Busby Berkeley has actually been used as a reference in quite a few music videos. We love that stuff. But we didn't want to go too into that symmetry and the choreography, because it didn't feel as fresh

What have you learned from Harry, after working together for so long?

BT: He's on a really interesting journey and we are lucky to be a bit of that journey with him. It's really rewarding to dip into that and try to facilitate some of that as we go along. There's a lot that he's in touch with that I'm not. I'm quite a lot older than him. I'm not as cool as him.

(12 January 2021)

#harry styles #harry update #article #gq #treat people with kindness #hldaily #january 2021

[kenobi-gen-exchange]

OBI-WAN KENOBI GENFIC EXCHANGE 2020 MASTERPOST

Hello there!

Thank you to everyone who participated last year in 2020! As we begin our newest year, we'd like to showcase all the wonderful works made in 2020 for our exchange!

They're ordered alphabetically below the cut, and you can view our 2019 masterlist as well here.

Acts of Service by Shadaras

Summary: Obi-Wan answers the encoded comm he'd given to the Organas years ago. Leia's on the other end, and she has a request.

All we are, and all we have... by TexasDreamer01

Summary: Maul inhaled.

This was unusual, given his certainty that this time he had died.

And If You Close Your Eyes by Be_Right_Back

Summary: Does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all?

Rex finds out from Ezra that Obi-Wan is on Tatooine. He has go to see for himself.

a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette

Summary: They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on.

Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.

Ben the Spy by AsadHermitStory

Summary: “Are you a spy?” FN-2187 asked without preamble. FN-2187 definitely wasn’t a spy, for he was not capable of disguising his eagerness.

“Hmm. Yes, perhaps I am.” The man stroked his bearded chin thoughtfully. “From a certain point of view. You can call me ‘Ben,’ by the way.”

braids by shanlyrical

Obi-Wan took another deep breath, opened his eyes, and met his own steady gaze in the mirror. Then, with a single, swift cut, he severed his own Padawan braid.

“Master Obi-Wan, what are you doing?”

It was Anakin. Obi-Wan had been so focused on his task that he’d failed to hear to the boy slip through the door behind him.

Cracks in the Mortar by sigye

Summary: He knows Kenobi well enough now; asking something like that would normally get him a dry, amused reply. Fox can even admit that he’s one of the most pleasant natborns he sees on a regular basis, though that’s not saying much considering the Coruscant Guard works out of the Senate building.

(Prompt: Obi-Wan and Fox complaining about Senators together and supporting each other in their 'serious' selves.)

Familes Found by fyrefly

Summary: Written as part of the 2020 Obi-Wan Kenobi Gen Exchange. In a universe where "The Wrong Jedi" never happened, the war ends under different circumstances and perhaps everyone will get a chance at a happy ending after all.

Prompt: "Ahsoka and Obi-Wan being a happy Jedi family post-war. Other canon Jedi and clone characters are welcome. Basically just some wholesome Jedi culture fluff while Anakin is happily married and no longer a Knight."

Flipped by KCKenobi

Summary: The second-worst day of Anakin Skywalker’s life is about to get infinitely worse.

Palpatine’s a Sith Lord. Master Windu is off to destroy him. And Padmé, Padmé —

But then Cody arrives with a de-aged Obi-Wan—a terrified 12-year-old whose last memory is being sent to the AgriCorps. Anakin doesn’t know what to make of this little kid who claims to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, who steals speeders for joyrides and isn’t being trained by Qui-Gon Jinn. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to make of this strange Master Skywalker, who swears and gushes about starships and can’t seem to sit still.

Anakin knows a lot can happen in 24 hours—but this is just a new level of ridiculous.

i guess this could be worse by apricae

Summary: It wasn't the rescue Obi-Wan had expected when he was caught by some pretty mean-spirited pirates - at all. But perhaps it's not so bad after all.

In Disguise of a Sport by TexasDreamer01

Summary: Fox wasn’t sure whether to stare or to sigh.

Just a twist in your destiny by lunaemoth

Summary: When Obi-Wan is sent to the Agricorps as a teenager, it feels like the end, but it's a just a different path, a little twist of destiny. Ultimately, he still ends up on Tatooine when he's needed, as the Force wishes it.

Mission One by LazarusII

Summary: “No, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, voice slightly hoarse. “You are most certainly not expendable—none of you are. Not to me.”

Old Wounds by KCKenobi

Summary: Mace Windu always agreed that Obi-Wan Kenobi was meant to be a Jedi Knight. However, he didn't share Yoda's certainty that the boy was meant to be Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan. When Qui-Gon returns from Melida/Daan without Obi-Wan, Mace takes matters into his own hands and sets off for Melida/Daan himself.

Petrichor by ginnywrites

Summary: The first thing Obi-Wan does with Anakin, once all of the required things are out of the way, is to take him to the meditation gardens.

Pictures in the Sand by MaiKusakabe

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi could never be too grateful for his too stubborn Padawan and her insistence to be part of his life.

Recovery by Pandora151

Summary: All that mattered was this—Obi-Wan was home. It would take him time to find himself again, to recover completely, but his family was by his side, and that was all that mattered.

return home (to me) by skatzaa

Summary: He feels alone and exposed without someone to watch his back as he and his eopie amble across the sands. The swaying gait is not enough to lull him, but as the domed homestead draws closer, he allows himself to relax slightly.

They slow as they enter the open yard, and then a shout nearby nearly startles him out of the saddle.

“Uncle Ben! You’re back!”

Safety is Our Priority by coruscantguard (nadiavandyne)

Summary: As irritating and infuriating as it is, Kenobi is her best chance at getting off this hellhole without calling her Master’s attention to her… delay.

It’s not a failure, it’s a delay. Maybe if she says that to herself enough, it will become true.

(Or, 3k words of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress going through space TSA.)

Seventy-two varieties of root vegetable and other tasty things to discover (now that the Sith are dead) by Gabriel4Sam

Summary: After the war, Obi-Wan finds joy in family, friends and food.

That Business on Cato Neimoidia by kj_feybarn

Summary: “All right. But you owe me… and not for saving your skin for the tenth time.”

“Ninth time… that business on Cato Neimoidia doesn’t... doesn't count.”

- Revenge of the Sith

—

Year 2 of the Clone Wars on Cato Neimoidia:

“Skyguy! Master Obi-Wan has been captured!”

Anakin found himself freezing, for just a moment, as Ahsoka skidded to a stop beside him, his heart racing as his mind immediately came up with a dozen different ways Obi-Wan might be getting hurt or killed at that very moment.

He pushed the fear down. It would not help him right now, and it certainly wouldn’t help Obi-Wan. He had to save his Master.

.

.

.

Year 2 of the Clone Wars ALSO on Cato Neimoidia:

“Well, this is slightly problematic,” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but note.

Beside him, his Commander let out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose problematic is one word for it. Not the one I would have chosen.”

Obi-Wan sent Cody what he hoped was a cheeky grin—though the bloody nose and black eye probably ruined it. “Oh, and what word would you have chosen, Cody?”

“I think this is somewhat closer to downright disastrous, General.”

Turn Left by MaiKusakabe

Summary: In which Obi-Wan can't have a simple mission, and the Force circumvents the Sith's clouding.

Again, thank you to everyone who participated, and we look forward to 2021!

#obkgenex #obkgenex 2020 #masterpost

[hitchell-mope]

Bal headcanons set 1

Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Mal rocks the ferris wheel seat, mostly absentmindedly/out of boredom if they’re stalled, and Ben begs her to stop.

Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Both. And they would if it weren’t for that pesky little matter of living in the see through dome that is being the sovereigns of an entire nation. Not that it stops them completely

Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Both. Mal likes it relaxing. Ben tries to “heat it up” so to speak

Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Again. Being sovereigns they can’t really do that as much as they’d like. But both of them tend to meander before getting dressed sometimes

Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Mal. But it’s of her own volition when she feels guilty about something that isn’t her fault or when she thinks she’s stuffed up protocol

Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? With Ben’s permission Mal starts taking photos of him while he sleeps as reference points for her art

Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Ben. They don’t fight much but if they did it’d depend on what they’re fighting about and who started it

Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Mal

Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Mal on both accounts. Ben sings her back to sleep

Who is more likely to cheat? Neither. They have a list of “freebies” they can indulge in but it’s planned extensively beforehand.

#disney descendants #ben florian #mal bertha #bal #ben x mal #mal x ben #benmal #malben #dragon king #zendaya!mal

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #233: The Annihilation Gambit!

July, 1983

“Up against... the BARRIER!”

Pretty cool cover!

So here’s the thing. This is a crossover with Fantastic Four. John Byrne even gets a credit for breakdowns and co-plotting.

I’m not going to completely cover the related FF issues but I’ll dip into the relevant parts of them.

For example, let’s discuss Fantastic Four #254 which coincided with the ending of Avengers #232. The thing with the fleeing crowd that didn’t know what they were fleeing and the invisible wall She-Hulk bonked off of? What’s the deal with that?

Allow me to summarize.

The Fantastic Four went off to explore the Negative Zone and had a series of weird and silly adventures. They left Alicia behind to babysit Franklin but Annihilus popped out of the portal and took them captive. This happened back in #251 so he’s had the run of the place for a while!

He’s been making modifications to the Negative Zone Access Portal and adapting the generators. For whatever reason, switching the machine on sends out potent fear waves which causes everyone to flee the area of the Baxter Building. There scene where She-Hulk and Wasp see the fleeing crowd and bonks off an invisible wall repeats.

And that’s all you need to know! Annihilus is messing around, potent fear waves, invisible wall, Avengers!

Now let’s get to the Avengers part of this crossover.

The Avengers issue of Avengers starts with Captain Marvel booking it over New York musing about what an eventful day she’s had as a full-fledged Avenger.

What with having to rescue President Reagan after he was taken hostage by soggy swamp men. Then Eros (Starfox) showed up and insisted on joining. Then Monica, Starfox, and Thor went off to catch Plantman who engineered the presidential hostage thing. All of that in only six hours!

Monica Marvel Rambeau is on her way to the mansion to give her report when she too bonks into something.

Captain Marvel: “It was as if I bounced off some sort of invisible wall! But that doesn’t make sense!”

Yeah, it really doesn’t!

As Monica herself points out, the wall is invisible ie light is going through it. So her light form should be able to go through it too!

Its a very selective invisible wall, apparently. And it gives her a weird ominous feel to touch.

But she’s not going to let sleeping walls lie and decides to try different energy forms to see if anything can get through.

Annnnnnd. Radios, cosmic rays, electricity, infrared, x-rays, and even gamma rays can’t get through. Although, Monica has the feeling that the wall gave a bit under the gamma, but not enough to matter.

Monica detours around the wall and heads back towards her original destination. AVENGERS MANSION!

When Monica arrives, cool team leader Janet the Wasp van Dyne is talking with the police. Obviously the police aren’t equipped to deal with an invisible dome.

At the least, though, Jan uses the NYPD data-link to figure out where the giant dome is centered.

Also, Wasp has another new outfit. This is the same day.

But its pretty snazzy black and purple so I won’t complain.

Monica tells Jan that Big Trouble is brewing and Jan is basically like ‘oh god now what’ but thankfully Monica and Jan are on the same case.

MEANWHILE, Steve Rogers’ modest Brooklyn Heights apartment. Where Steve Rogers is not having a conversation about his feelings with his girlfriend Bernie Rosenthal because his feelings are classified!

Steve Rogers: “In a way. It’s Avengers business!”

I’d mock this but what has Steve bummed and pacing like a caged bear is that Tony Stark, his good pal who he’ll never Civil War with, has quit the Avengers, gave Iron Man up to someone else, and is trying to drink himself to unconsciousness.

Which is very concerning! But also something you can’t really share the full details of without revealing a lot of secrets that aren’t yours to reveal! I feel like you could at least say ‘I think my friend is an alcoholic but won’t accept my help’ without spilling secrets but shrug.

At least Steve is open with Bernie. Yeah, she knows he’s Captain America!

Truly, the man is a role model. Not just as a superhero but also on dating.

Steve gets a BZZZT on his snazzy cool radio wristwatch, possibly the coolest thing to wear on one’s wrist ha ha don’t think about Avengers wearing Apple Watches.

Anyway, Jan updates Steve on the invisible - and expanding - dome. And that weirdly, there doesn’t seem to be anyone trapped inside because everyone ran away from it because its inexplicably spooky.

So Steve rushes off to Save The Day, stripping mid-run because that’s the kind of casualness and comfort you can have in a relationship where you’re open and honest.

See how Steve didn’t have to make up a half-assed excuse? Maybe think about that, Spider-Man. You’re not in this scene but maybe think about it.

Meanwhile again, the Baxter Building.

Where thankfully for people not reading Fantastic Four, we get an echoed scene where Annihilus motive rants at captive audience Alicia Masters.

Basically, Annihilus is feeling very bummed that Blastaar stole his Cosmic Control Rod in Marvel Two-in-One #75. For one thing, it really tied his whole outfit together. For another, without it, Annihilus isn’t immortal and he’s freaking out about dying. And not dying eventually, he’s apparently got Doom-level messed up face now from how he’s degrading.

So really the only real way to come to terms with mortality is to destroy two whole universes so you don’t die alone.

Annihilus broke Reed’s Negative Zone Access Portal and used its power core to power his own impenetrable NULL-FIELD. Which I guess is the invisible dome.

Annihilus: “How wonderfully ironic -- that a device which once produced a gateway between two universes should provide the power to utterly destroy them!”

I’m missing some middle steps here but basically invisible dome -> ??? -> destruction of the Negative Zone and the, uh, Positive Zone.

A MEEP MEEP from a computer which may be a roadrunner gets Annihilus’ attention and he sees to his shock that She-Hulk has planted her feet and is trying to bodily hold the dome back.

It’s not working but its slowing it almost imperceptibly and even that’s supposed to be impossible.

Annihilus: “What manner of creature is this?!”

I’d guess gamma-powered She-Hulk is having a tiny bit of luck against the dome for the same reason that Captain Marvel did when she tried gamma radiation.

Wasp, Captain America, and Captain Marvel show up to help She-Hulk.

She-Hulk tells the other Avengers that the invisible dome keeps “oozing over everything inanimate” but that she(-Hulk) can’t stop it.

Cap suggests using his shield despite the risk of losing it inside the dome.

Because, when Captain America uses his mighty shield, all who oppose his shield must yield. So maybe he’s onto something.

She-Hulk plants the shield in the ground in the path of the dome.

So good news/bad news.

The dome doesn’t swallow up the shield. But the dome just pushes the shield, carving a little furrow in the ground.

That cracks me up a little, I will not lie.

I don’t know why Cap’s super cool shield is exempt from getting schlorped up by the null-field but now they have a good idea where it is without having to bonk!

Speaking of bonk, Thor and Starfox come to join the party and Starfox runs right into the invisible wall.

Hee hee hee.

He also drops right into She-Hulk’s arms and they have a mutual banter moment.

She-Hulk: “Hmm! I’ve never had anyone fall for me like this before!”

Starfox: “I assure you it was totally unplanned... but rarely have I fallen into such open and inviting arms!”

If I recall correctly, they do hook up at one point and then years later She-Hulk beats seven kinds of shit out of him when the question arises of whether his powers influenced her into it.

At least Starfox is receptive and she’s not stalking Ben Grimm.

Anyway, Thor tries his hand at busting the null-field by shooting a bunch of lightning at it. Even though Captain Marvel tells him she already tried electricity.

Thor gotta Thor though.

And when the field stands firm against all the lightning, he gets pissed and hurls his hammer into it.

Mjolnir flies into the field, loses steam, and just pitches gently to Earth.

Bit confusing. I wonder why Cap’s shield can’t go through the dome but Mjolnir can.

BY THE WAY, THEY LEFT CAP’S SHIELD JAMMED AGAINST THE DOME.

They don’t comment on it but you can see it still gouging up the pavement. I guess they’re using it to mark where the dome is?

Amazing.

Anyway, Thor marvels at how Mjolnir left no mark on the invisible barrier and how its not returning to his hand like it should. Clearly there’s some weird property of the barrier interfering with Mjolnir.

Cap points out yeah thats interesting but isn’t there something that happens if you have Mjolnir out of hand for too long?

So Thor runs away and turns into Normal Doctor Donald Blake in an alleyway where nobody can see it happen.

Again: amazing.

Thor is basically out of the story because Normal Doctor Donald Blake can’t do anything to affect the barrier and he can’t get Mjolnir back while its up. So he’s just going to be twiddling his thumbs.

MEANWHILE, at Cross Technological Enterprises.

Hawkeye tries to cajole inventor Jorge to build some contraption for him but the man protests that he designed it in his spare time but if he builds a working model on staff, CTE will own the invention.

Unless someone approves a sub-contractor waiver that will let him keep the rights but who would do such a thing for him??

Hawkeye decides that as head of security he’ll do such a thing. I don’t know if head of security has any kind of sway like that but I imagine that won’t stop Hawkeye from insisting that he does.

Then Hawkeye hears about the Avengers dealing with the dome thing and gets sad that he can’t be out there with them.

Hawkeye: “Blast it, I oughta be out there with the rest of the Avengers! But, as long as my leg’s in a cast, I’m a liability to ‘em... until I prove otherwise!”

Maybe focus on letting your leg heal!

I don’t know what nonsense you’re brewing up and I know that months is forever in comic book time but maybe just take the time and let your leg heal up!

Back over at the Avengers, Cap and Wasp now justify to the others why Thor took off. Claiming that they sent him on a scouting mission. Captain Marvel objects that scouting is her specialty, what with the lightspeed dash, so Cap claims that brute force isn’t helping so its more important to have Captain Marvel’s versatility here.

Leading She-Hulk to snark that brute force not working doesn’t give her a lot to do.

Starfox has become instantly bored with the plot because he’s here for adventure dangit, so he wanders off to go flirt with an EMT.

Because Starfox.

A Quinjet arrives, because Wasp has put her true superpower to work.

The power of NETWORKING!

Aka, she placed a call to Vision and Scarlet Witch and they just showed up to help.

Wasp explains the situation and Vision decides he’s going to intangible through the field.

Vision: “Interesting. It does have an oddly unsettling ‘feel’ to it!”

Then he walks through and instantly collapses face first into the asphalt.

The Avengers’ bumbling attempts to deal with the null field are almost farcical really.

Scarlet Witch is alarmed by her robot husband faceplanting so tries to use her plot-resolving probability powers on the invisible barrier but to no avail.

OH NO HER DOES ANYTHING POWER DID NOTHING!

She bangs on the invisible wall yelling Vision’s name but Cap tells her “that won’t do any good!”

True but c’mon. Her robot husband just collapsed. Have some understanding.

Although I wonder what’s going on here.

The field goes over inanimate objects but doesn’t let Cap’s shield through. Mjolnir and Vision can go through it (although Vision does the intangible) but lose power shortly after entering.

Then again it is called a “null-field.” It probably does whatever it wants.

I’m just wondering whether Vision counts as an inanimate object or not. He’s very animate but he’s not strictly speaking biologically speaking alive.

Meanwhile, in the Baxter Building, Annihilus is laughing up a storm at the Avengers’ silly hijinxes. But mostly in the ‘they thought they could stop me’ sense.

Annihilus: “Lesser beings such as these are helpless before the genius of Annihilus! They do not deserve to live -- just as I do not deserve to die! I curse the fates which have robbed me of my rightful immortality! But even though life slowly ebbs from the dissipated body within my exo-skeletal armor, still shall I be Annihilus... still shall I be He-Who-Annihilates!”

And he pulls the Big Dramatic Lever.

Outside, Starfox is still flirting with the paramedic while she asks whether he should be helping the other Avengers?

Starfox: -squishes her face- “Alas, I am not a full Avenger. I am but a trainee, at the others’ beck and call! If they want me, they will call.”

And then he tries to make out but she’s distracted by the Baxter Building suddenly glowing with an awesome power.

And Starfox freaks out. He freaks out so much that he realizes that now is not the time for making out. That’s how alarming things suddenly are!

Paramedic: “Brighter than the moon... glowing like there’s no tomorrow...”

Starfox: “I fear your choice of words is most apt!”

And then he wanders back on over to the Avengers to tell them how messed up everything is.

Something occurs to me.

The Avengers don’t really have a Smart Guy TM currently. Tony left them in the lurch in that regard. And they tried to recruit Hulk again (apparently in Incredible Hulk #285).

Cap(tain America), Captain Marvel, Wasp, She-Hulk, and Thor are great. But they’re not people who can look at a thing and instantly jump to a correct conclusion about which technobabble will keep things from bad.

I think... Starfox may have become the Smart Guy TM of the team by default because he does have advanced space learning even though I’m pretty sure he napped through advanced space learning science class.

My god, the state of things.

Anyway, Starfox directs the Avengers’ attention over to the Baxter Building. Within the invisible field, there’s a second glowing field. And based on Starfox’s brains, the invisible field is a null-field (yes, that’s true) which cancels out all energy within, except at its focal point. Uh, sure. I think if all energy was cancelled out, we’d see way wilder effects but sure.

The glowing field is positive energy. And when the glow meets the invisible, it will cause the universe to merge with the Negative Zone AND THEN DESTROY THEM BOTH.

See, this is something that’s known on Titan. They just study ways to destroy everything apparently, nbd.

Starfox even mentions that his brother Thanos knows about this but “not even my brother Thanos was mad enough to test it!”

I dunno. I feel like Thanos is exactly mad enough to do that. I also feel like Starfox doesn’t know his brother was well as he thinks. So, yeah.

Hence, they’re all doomed. I mean, unless there was some way to penetrate the null-field BUT WAIT, Starfox says, didn’t Captain Marvel feel the field give slightly under gamma radiation? THEN THERE STILL MAY BE HOPE!

Yeah... Yeah. Starfox is the Avengers’ Smart Guy now. God.

Its like a reverse-Beast. He came to be a smart guy but the Avengers’ had plenty of those so decided to be the fun guy.

Starfox came out just to have a good time and he has to use his space brains to save reality.

(Also, its because of Same Face but Starfox even looks like Reed while he’s transitioning from doomsaying to figuring out the whole thing just by panicking and explaining things)

So after the Avengers do some calculations and preparations, Captain Marvel blasts off into space!

Cap(tain America) estimates that they only have twenty minutes and that a lot can go wrong.

Then a giant shouty bug man appears in the sky to shout.

Annihilus: “PEOPLE OF EARTH -- HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF ANNIHILUS! YOU ARE HELPLESS BEFORE ME! I AM YOUR DEATH!”

“The destruction of all that lives has ever been my goal -- but never have I had the means to kill so many! The time of universal death is at hand! I see among you those who are known as the Avengers... those who you would call heroes! Hah! They cannot save you! They are as helpless as the accursed Fantastic Four!”

“There is no hope for anyone this day! This is the day that Annihilus dies! And as I die, I shall reach out and I shall shake the very foundations of two universes! AND ALL SHALL PERISH WITH ME!”

Not gonna lie.

That’s a damn good villain speech.

You’ve got the villain head in front of an apocalyptic pink sky. You’ve got evil gloating. You’ve even got some dunks thrown at the superheroes because you just know that average civilians will be like ‘the Avengers will save us!’

Pretty good rant, Annihilus.

“Meanwhile, in the vacuum of space, the lightform of Captain Marvel has already flashed beyond the orbit of the moon”

Amazing.

Simply amazing.

Captain Marvel nyooms past the moon and traverses 93-million miles to go to the sun.

Which, even at lightspeed, takes over eight minutes.

A helpful reminder that even the ability to go as fast as light doesn’t necessarily mean you can get everywhere instantly. Cosmic distances are vast.

Captain Marvel nyooms around the sun, so close that even in the form of a light, she can feel the Sun’s gravity.

This is all some great stuff.

Then, Captain Marvel melds with a coherent light beam fired from solar satellite Starcore-One and transforms it and herself into a gamma ray laser beam NYOOMING right at Earth.

Blasting through the null-field just in time to interrupt more of Annihilus’ villain ranting.

Annihilus: “Prepare to make your final accounting, mortals! These are your last wretched moments of... eh?”

And then with a SKRAKATA SKRAKATA BOOM, the null field and positive energy fields are neutralized.

She-Hulk who was casually leaning on an invisible wall FLUMPS to the ground.

Wasp assembles the Avengers still milling about and tells them to move on the Baxter Building since Annihilus might still have tricks up his sleeve.

With the null field gone, the terrified crowds of onlookers are now just confused onlookers and want to get back to what they were doing before they started panicking.

Normal Doctor Donald Blake has to reach through the crowd of legs to grab Mjolnir so he can become Thor and rejoin the Avengers.

Y’know, before someone starts pondering why they haven’t seen him in a while.

Scarlet Witch notices sudden Thor and since everyone else ran off without paying any mind to Vision (geez, what the hell, the Avengers? He’s your good pal chum!) she begs Thor to help.

Scarlet Witch: “Thank heavens, you’ve returned! The Vision was injured somehow by that null-field! I... I can’t find any vital signs! His synthetic body is too different for the paramedics to do anything! Help us! Please -- !”

Thor slings Vision over shoulder exactly like you’d expect a buff Norse god to do and reassures Wanda that they’ll find someone to revive Vision.

At the Baxter Building, the Avengers very courteously go in through the front door because there’s just a lot of defensive systems that may or may not be active. And anyway, Wasp has a key to the special elevator.

Apparently, Wasp is such good friends with Sue Storm that she was given one of those special lasers incorporated into her new costume that opens the elevator doors.

I’ll have to check with my friend who liveblogs Fantastic Four to see if Jan shows up much. Because Sue has shown up a couple times in Avengers to build the idea that she and Wasp are good friends after their cool brunch but I haven’t heard of the reverse.

When the Avengers get to the 34th floor to confront Annihilus, they find that it’s been taken care of off in Fantastic Four.

The caption tells me for the full story to see that issue #256 and for once, I will.

(Interestingly, while Byrne got a co-plotter credit on this Avengers issue, Stern doesn’t get the same in the corresponding FF issue which really suggests who the driving force of the story was.)

Over in FF #256, the FF are stranded in the Negative Zone for reasons but have also noticed the null-field and positive field thing going on. Reed works to limit the effects of the fields merging to only the Baxter Building instead of the whole universe, which will also help the FF return home. He also hopes that someone on the Earth side of things “an Avenger perhaps” is also taking action.

Which, yeah. Captain Marvel’s whole thing where she launched herself at the Baxter Building from the Sun.

While she’s doing that, the thing that Reed is doing starts shorting out the circuity that Annihilus is using.

Then, Captain Marvel’s appearance causes the console Annihilus is working at to explode in his face, destroying his life-support armor.

Annihilus tries to activate the ‘destroy the universe’ thing manually but because of Reed’s machinations, the Fantastic Four get pulled back into the universe and Annihilus gets booted into the Negative Zone.

Its implied that Annihilus dies here but ha ha ha no he’s going to show up again without explaining how he survived. What a dick.

The Fantastic Four pop back into the Baxter building with the colors in their outfits changed because of technobabble. Reed instantly accosts Captain Marvel for being someone he doesn’t recognize but Thing tells him who she is and defuses things.

Thing runs off to take Alicia to the hospital, Sue runs off to look for Franklin, and Reed and Human Torch put out all the fires.

And that’s where the books sync up so back over to Avengers.

The Avengers meet up with the FF and compare notes and Reed starts trying to technobabble explain the change in uniforms when Wanda interrupts and asks someone to help Vision.

Reed examines Vision and comes up with some good news.

Vision is, more or less, okay. When he entered the null-field it drained his energy and disrupted his synapses but there shouldn’t be any permanent damage. The robot coma is Vision basically fixing himself up but Reed could speed up the process and help him recover faster.

And then Sue comes in with an unconscious Franklin.

Everyone drops everything to immediately rush off to the hospital, leaving Wanda and coma-Vision alone.

I mean. Kinda rude. Its entirely fair for Reed and Sue to run off. Its their son. And Johnny flies ahead to alert the emergency ward. But does the situation really need Starfox, Captain America and She-Hulk?

(The FF issue actually shows that Captain Marvel stuck around. She barely knows Wanda and Vision and she’s actually being courteous to them. Geez.)

I’ll give Thor a pass because he can turn into a Perfectly Normal Doctor. But really? Everyone is just leaving Wanda alone? Just like they left Vision just passed out in the street?

The Avengers are being dicks to Vision and Wanda today!

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