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This got lost in my notifications ahhhhh!!! But it’s okay because I’ve found it now and LETS GET INTO THIS!! I am SO PUMPED UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!

“Other times, it was getting poker lessons from Loco and Saul while Frank smoked a cigarette.” — I always find it so amusing that these dudes were originally her captors, and now there’s a fondness for each other. The fact that she’s having a positive dream featuring them just makes me giggle 😂

“And you pulled him inside your room by his shirt, just like you had the first time.” — The image of her just pulling along this all powerful Supe into her room makes me smile, because Ben would have to LET her drag him lmao!

“But he forced you to watch him, to watch yourself as he entered you. Your mouth opened on a gasp.” — I can see him 1000% putting a mirror in above their bed…

“You grabbed your phone, frowning in annoyance at the caller ID. Fucking Butcher again.” — Oh for fucksake Butcher, LET A GIRL HAVE A SEX DREAM WOULD YA?

“You later found him sitting on the porch outside in an old wooden chair, smoking a cigar.” — THIS FEELS LIKE SUCH AN OLD MAN MOVE! Just sitting and smoking cigars on the porch! 🤣🤣

“Old man,” you countered. “Out here in the heat with your day slippers.” — HE’S WEARING SLIPPERS TOO? Oh my gosh that’s even better, she should’ve taken a photo of that (and made it her phones wallpaper)! 🤣

“Because we can’t go around assassinating people,” she said. “That’s not what this group is about.” — Annie darlin’, I know you’re late to the group, but that’s kinda exactly what it was about… hunting down evil assholes and absolutely annihilating them. The targets just all used to be Supe’s is all lmaooo!

“But Ben realized that he’d marked you now, in more ways than one.” — You’ve marked her indeed, no takesies backsies!! 🤙

“You smiled a little. Grabbing a napkin, you reached over and wiped it away. Ben let you do it. His lips curved as he watched you while chewing.” — THEY’RE SO DOMESTIC OMGGGGG 😩🫶

“Your father sighed. “Listen. Stan has no intention of meeting with Victoria.”” — Entering once again from stage left, Jon the asshat that should get a good old king hit 💀

“He wanted to ask you what you were planning on doing for dinner (and when, for that matter). But he was pretty sure you’d verbally bite his head off if he mentioned it.” — He’s learning!!

““You’re smarter than that,” Ben added, giving you a more reserved smile.” — I actually love this whole moment, he’s telling her what she needs to hear.

“Your head tilted in slight confusion, but you went to him. He took your hand, and once again guided you into his lap. He settled you across his thighs and soothed a hand over your hair. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt for support, and you sucked in a shaky breath.” — And just like that, I’m tearing up from how cute and sweet Ben is with her 🥺💖

“I gotcha, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “We had a deal didn’t we? Long as I’m around, you’ll be all right.” — AHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD MY HEART IS HAVING A WHOLESOME OVERLOAD!!! 😩💖💖💖💖

“And with that bone-deep thought, Ben knew that this was different. What he was doing here with you meant something to him. Whether you knew it or not…” — Oh my god is it… is it happening???? IS THE MOMENT HAPPENING????

“You…were his. That was just how it was going to be. He decided this in his mind, after he pressed a kiss above the patch of bruising along your temple. You were his.” — YESSSS HE’S REACHED THE EPIPHANY FINALLY OMGGGGGG!!!!!! And it was even more wholesome and sweet and adorable than I could’ve imagined!!! 😭🫶

“Stan remembered when this version of the suit was commissioned, to replace the dull gray with a pop of military color for marketing purposes.” — I love it when you add tidbits like this, they just fluff it up even more. It’s so simple yet so effective in terms of story telling!

“Stan frowned; this tile had just been replaced.” — THIS MADE ME WHEEZE 🤣 gotta respect his dedication though!

“While a fight brewed in Stan Edgar’s office, you were in the familiar bowels of the tower, back in the Security & Surveillance command center…with your father.” — I can’t imagine Ben was happy about her being alone with stupid ass Jon.

““Soldier Boy is dangerous,” Jon said, breaking your attention from the screen. “However he’s managed to manipulate you into thinking he’s a good guy, there’s no hiding the fact that he can’t control that fucking A-bomb inside him.” — Oh for fucksake Jon, the only manipulator here is you, and at least SB cares about Pookie’s wellbeing!

“Oh, he is dangerous,” you agreed. “He wanted to finish what he started, caving in your skull as well as your chest. If I were you, I’d duck out quick when this is done.” — Correct me if I’m wrong, but I love that this kind of insinuates that she wouldn’t exactly stop Ben from caving in his skull 🤣

“And maybe he didn’t know that you were alone with your father.” — Okay there we go, that explains it!

“All right. Maybe I deserve that,” he said. “But no matter my methods, I’ve always sought the best for you.” — LET ME AT THIS BITCH ASS, HE NEEDS A GOOD OLD LEFT-RIGHT-GOODNIGHT!!

“Seeing the room was clear except for you and Jon, Frank nodded to Loco and stepped further inside.” — Yessss! Our adoptive dad meets the deadbeat piece of shit!! 🥳

““What’s wrong?” Hughie asked. Butcher couldn’t answer him, because on the last cough, a spew of blood coated his hand (and the younger man’s shoes).” — Holy shit! Is this the work of the Temp V?

“It was your voice in his mind. And he remembered you were here too, somewhere in the Tower. He closed his eyes, a strained yell erupting from his throat.” — AWH! I’m so glad that he thought about the whole ‘no collateral’ thing, because regardless of whether it’s his fault or not, Grace wouldn’t give a shit.

OKAY SO THIS CHAPTER WAS HECTIC!! We got Ben wearing slippers and finally realising his feelings, we got Jon being a hypocritical prick, Daddy Frank meeting aforementioned prick, Stan being a cold and calculated queen, Annie being self-righteous and annoying as usual, and VOUGHT TOWER IS FALLING!!! OH MYYYYYY!! I seriously love what you did with this chapter, especially Ben’s protective nature and how he wants to finish off Jon for her that way she’s safe from him forever. He’s been so attentive to her this chapter and it’s so heartwarming to see, I really really need to know his reaction when he finds out she was alone with Jon before Frank and Loco got there! So excited for the next one!!! 🫶🫶🫶🥹💖

Break Me Down - Part 15

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Word Count: 4,500 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smuttish. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, peril, and a cliffhanger…

Part 15: The Tower

You dreamed of Medellin.

Of being back in that mansion on the cliffside, during a Columbian summer. Sometimes it was sipping a vodka cranberry by the pool.

Other times, it was getting poker lessons from Loco and Saul while Frank smoked a cigarette. Or reading by yourself in the garden, surrounded by yellow flowers, as the salty wind from the nearby waterfall kissed your cheeks and rustled your sundress.

And once, it was getting caught by Ben on your way back to your new, bigger room. Pretending to be coy, fully aware of him following you, feeling his stare on your ass.

Then when you got to the door, you paused and turned in the doorway, boldly meeting his gaze.

And you pulled him inside your room by his shirt, just like you had the first time. He pawed at your dress, those heavy hands dragging underneath, probing between your thighs.

You held him to you, reveled in the scrape of his beard against your neck, sighed shakily in his ear as he walked you back, your ass bumping into the dresser.

Ben turned you around. You allowed his manhandling as those hands wrapped around you and found your breasts, kneading every curve before he bent you over on the dresser.

You braced yourself on the hard wood when those nimble fingers of his teased you through your underwear. Soon enough you sucked in a sharp breath, felt the burn of the lace ripping off, sliding from between your already slippery folds.

But before he gave you what you wanted, what you were begging him for without words, he reached around and took your face in his hand, encouraging you to lift your head.

Your gaze found his in the mirror, scorching lust and naked desire. And yet, you still wondered what he saw when he looked at you.

You just couldn’t know that he was wondering the same thing.

But he forced you to watch him, to watch yourself as he entered you. Your mouth opened on a gasp.

You woke in bed with a jolt as your cell phone rang and vibrated on the nightstand. You pressed a hand to your rapidly beating heart and sighed.

You didn’t quite remember the dream, but your skin was tingling all the way down to your toes. Not to mention the suspect heat between your legs…

You grabbed your phone, frowning in annoyance at the caller ID.

Fucking Butcher again. But you answered, and he had unexpected news for you.

When you eventually hung up with him, you got ready for the day. Ben must’ve already been awake, as his side of the bed was empty when you woke up. You later found him sitting on the porch outside in an old wooden chair, smoking a cigar.

How can he smoke so early in the morning? you thought with a shake of your head. He looked up at you, his lips lifting around his cigar.

“Morning,” he said, puffing away.

“You shouldn’t be hanging out here in the open,” you reminded him.

He shrugged and reached out a hand to you. Sighing, you took it, and he tugged you over to sit in his lap. You waved the smoke out of your face, giving him a look of amusement and disbelief.

“Where the hell did you find a cigar?”

“Had it ordered in,” he said with a smirk. “That French fuck knows his shit.”

You shook your head at him with a small smile. You assumed he meant Frenchie.

“We gotta go,” you told him. “Butcher just called.”

“Churchill can calm his tits for ten more minutes,” he said. He offered you a puff of his cigar when he caught you eyeing it. “Want to try it out?”

You grimaced, but part of you was curious, as you had never smoked one of these before. You took the cigar and inhaled a bit, and immediately started dying. This was nothing like smoking a joint.

“Shit,” you coughed out smoke. Ben rumbled with laughter, and you playfully hit his arm.

“Here, take this thing back,” you said, still coughing. He rubbed your back and took the cigar from you. He continued to puff away.

“Lightweight,” he teased you.

“Old man,” you countered. “Out here in the heat with your day slippers.”

He glanced down at said slippers with a slight raise of his brows. Then he rolled his eyes.

“Eh, fuck off.”

“Mhmm,” you said wryly. And you took the cigar from his mouth.

“Hey!”

Ben didn’t appreciate being dragged all the way back to Supe Affairs, just to be told they couldn’t nail down Stan fucking Edgar.

“I got you Neuman. So what’s the damn problem?” he groused.

“We haven’t been able to find anything concrete to pin him with, legally speaking,” said Hughie.

You, Ben, Grace, and the rest of the team had gathered in a large conference room near Grace’s office. You sat while Ben stood to your right, his arms crossed grumpily.

“What the hell does that matter?” Ben said. “We know what he’s guilty of. I’ve been ready and waiting to take out that fucking weasel.”

“He’s got a bit of a point, actually,” Butcher said. Annie raised an incredulous brow at both of them.

“Because we can’t go around assassinating people,” she said. “That’s not what this group is about.”

“You’re a late comer to this fucking group, to be fair,” Butcher pointed out, crossing his arms as well. M.M. shot Butcher a look that said, really?

“We do have Victoria,” you spoke up. “Even if she isn’t holding anything else back, she can still help us.”

Grace considered you. “Yes. She can get through his network and give him a call, try to set up a time to meet.”

“And what then?” Annie asked, gesturing at Butcher and Ben. “These two assholes vaporize him?”

“We know they cloned Black Noir,” Hughie jumped in. “Along with a lot of other experiments that are so not fucking legal. We just need to find evidence in the lab.”

“And in the meantime, we get ahold of the slippery bastard,” Frenchie added. You nodded in agreement.

“The sooner he’s behind bars and Vought is dismantled, the sooner I can bring my family out of protective custody,” you said.

Grace then turned to M.M. “Marvin, what do you think?”

All eyes turned to the man, who took in the various stares with a resigned sigh.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” he said.

With a plan made, Grace, M.M., and Butcher went to visit Victoria upstairs in her holding cell. They coached her through her call to Stan.

Meanwhile, Ben could care less about how the others eyed him with mistrust. (Well, Hughie tried to “buddy buddy” himself by offering up a cup of joe, but Ben mostly ignored that cum-guzzling moron.)

No, he’d expected that. He noticed more how they treated you, still with polite distance and awkwardness, making glances between him and you.

“You don’t seem to understand just how much shit I’m in for trying to help you right now,” you’d said to him once.

Ben understood a bit of what you meant now.

You later led him out of the conference room and to the cafeteria with your head held high, but he could see that you were hiding it. How people’s stares and whispers were affecting you as the two of you walked down the hall.

He had plenty of practice with that, letting attention (wanted or otherwise) roll off his back. But Ben realized that he’d marked you now, in more ways than one.

You later picked at a caesar salad while Ben was busy inhaling his second Italian sub. He subtly watched you, wondered what the hell you were thinking.

Before he might’ve bit the bullet and just asked you, your phone buzzed on the table.

You read the text from Butcher in the group chat:

Stan agreed to meet Neuman. Tomorrow night at her apartment.

“Good,” you breathed in relief. And you showed Ben the text. He nodded around a mouthful of salami and provolone. Though he had a bit of mustard at the corner of his mouth.

You smiled a little. Grabbing a napkin, you reached over and wiped it away. Ben let you do it. His lips curved as he watched you while chewing.

“Okay, let’s meet up with them after this. There’s going to be a lot to set up,” you started to say. But your phone trilled once again in your hand, this time a call from an unknown number. Frowning, you answered the call.

“Hello?”

“He knows you’ve got her.”

Your expression slackened at whose voice was on the line. Ben noticed, and it actually made him pause on taking another bite of his sandwich.

“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” you said tersely.

Your father sighed. “Listen. Stan has no intention of meeting with Victoria.”

You reluctantly perked up at that. Ben raised an expectant brow at you. Your lips pursed; you really wanted to hang up on principle, but you knew you couldn’t. You held up a finger at Ben that said, wait.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Exactly what I said. He knows you have her. He knows you’re trying to trap him,” said Jon.

You sighed, rubbing at the ache starting to form between your eyes. But then your hand fell back to the table. Your expression hardened.

“Did you order the fucking hit on me?” you asked.

“Sweetheart—”

You closed your eyes.

“No. No. You don’t get to sweetheart me after you broke my fucking ribs,” you snapped. “Did you know?”

Ben’s frown darkened as he finally realized who you were talking to. His hand curled into a fist on the table.

“…No, I didn’t know,” Jon replied. “Why do you think I’m calling you now?”

“I really don’t know,” you said. “Why the hell are you trying to help me? Isn’t this a conflict of interest?”

You heard a heavy sigh on the line, and you waited. Your patience was starting to thin. You could also see Ben’s mood darkening now that he knew you were talking to your father. You angled yourself slightly, so he couldn’t reach over and grab the phone from you. (You saw his fingers twitching.)

“He crossed the line sending Black Noir after you and your sister…and your mother,” Jon said. “I can help you on this.”

“There’s no world in which I’d ever trust you again,” you said flatly.

“You’ve just gotta think here,” said Jon. “Do you want Stan Edgar or not?”

Your lips pursed. But you listened to what he had to say.

When you eventually hung up, Ben walked with you back up the stairs to the conference room. He watched you explain to Butcher and the rest of the team what your father had said, and what he’d proposed as a solution to the problem of Stan Edgar.

Stan was due to come into the office at Vought Tower for a meeting with presidential candidate, Robert Singer. With Jon’s help, they could squeeze through a gap in security and intercept Stan before the meeting. The idea was to arrest him, but if Black Noir made an appearance, then that was Soldier Boy’s cue.

And all bets would be off then.

After Ben sat through the more boring logistics, he was relieved when the meeting finally dispersed, with the goal of meeting back here bright and early tomorrow.

Even back at the safe house, you were antsy, pacing back and forth across the living room. Ben had changed out of his supe suit into some jeans and a shirt, and he now watched you from the kitchen with a beer.

He wanted to ask you what you were planning on doing for dinner (and when, for that matter). But he was pretty sure you’d verbally bite his head off if he mentioned it.

Not that he was afraid of that, by any means…but he’d just rather not get into it with you right now. Not when things had been going good for the past few days.

So he went into the living room to sit on the couch. He was about to turn on the TV, before you sat down heavily in the lounge chair beside the couch. Your face looked so pensive, so troubled as you rested your chin in your hand, that Ben let out a breath.

He set down his beer on the coffee table. Then he sat back and crossed his arms, glancing over at you.

“If we’re going to do this, you need to get your head on straight,” Ben said.

You looked over at him, not willing to admit you were upset (and that he was right), but unable to lie either.

“Let me figure out dinner,” you said instead. You got up, but Ben’s voice stopped you.

“When you see him, don’t give him an opening,” he said. You turned to meet his eyes, and you knew full well who he meant by him.

“You’re smarter than that,” Ben added, giving you a more reserved smile.

You crossed your arms. Emotion rose high in your throat, and it threatened to choke you as your eyes started to burn.

“Am I?” you asked.

Ben’s attempt at a smile faded at the sight of your burgeoning tears. He sighed deeply, and he held out a hand to you.

“Come ‘ere.”

Your head tilted in slight confusion, but you went to him. He took your hand, and once again guided you into his lap. He settled you across his thighs and soothed a hand over your hair. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt for support, and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“Bet you wish I’d knocked him a bit harder against the fucking wall,” he quipped.

You uttered a laugh at his dark humor, wiping at your eyes. “Heh. Maybe. It’d certainly make my life less complicated.”

You sighed and rested against his chest, leaning your head on his shoulder. A smile raised your lips when his arm slid around your waist and held you. His thumb soothed back and forth across your thigh.

And it was then you knew that he really did care about you.

You turned into him, and hid your face into his neck when your tears burned anew. This time for a different reason, as you realized what this meant to you. How this man had broken through your defenses and slipped his way under your skin.

You had a suspicious feeling that he was there to stay, no matter what happened after this mission was over.

“Want me to finish the job?” Ben offered, barely even half joking.

“Ben, please,” you implored into his skin. You shook your head, and your fist curled tighter into his shirt. “Just…”

Ben hesitated, but he held you more securely. He soothed a hand up and down your back.

“I gotcha, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “We had a deal didn’t we? Long as I’m around, you’ll be all right.”

You nodded with a sniffle, and Ben felt your tears against his skin.

His hands really itched to finish the job he started with your father—and rip out his throat next time. Matter of fact, as soon as he saw that limp-dick piece of shit, it was on sight.

And with that bone-deep thought, Ben knew that this was different. What he was doing here with you meant something to him. Whether you knew it or not…

(And you will, he thought.)

You…were his. That was just how it was going to be.

He decided this in his mind, after he pressed a kiss above the patch of bruising along your temple.

You were his.

The following morning, Stan straightened the blazer of his navy suit as he got off the elevator.

His office lied at the top floor of Vought Tower, and it was newly renovated after the battle that took place last week. His bodyguard opened the glass door for him before he stepped through.

He reached his new desk and sat down at the plush leather office chair, took up a freshly brewed mug of coffee (cream, no sugar), and enjoyed a satisfying sip.

Then his bodyguard was pulled away from the front of his door, thrown down the hall. Stan raised his head, but didn’t startle as the door was wrenched open.

“What the fuck! Not yet—” Starlight’s voice in the hall. But the next guest in his office was a different former employee.

Soldier Boy stepped through in his familiar green suit.

Stan remembered when this version of the suit was commissioned, to replace the dull gray with a pop of military color for marketing purposes.

“Good morning,” Stan greeted, raising his mug. “Care for a cup? Perhaps a donut.”

“Still fucking smarmy,” Ben said. He stood in front of the man’s desk, flexing his half-gloved fingers. He glanced up at the walls of this office, this tower in the sky. “We’ve been doing this dance for a long time, you and I.”

“And yet, on entirely different tempos,” Stan replied. “How can I help you, Soldier Boy?”

Ben raised a finger.

“See, that’s what I can’t fucking stand. A goddamn hypocrite,” he said. “When you came to me in ’84, you said partnering with the military on that Nicaragua mission would call back to my unveiling in ’44. Forty years of service in the making.”

And forty more that would be stolen from him.

Ben’s hand clenched into a fist. “My mistake was believing you.”

“And my mistake was replacing you with more of the same,” said Stan, with his usual bland stoicism. “For all that you’d claim otherwise, you and Homelander shared more than just chromosomes.”

Stan stood from his chair, but was discreet in pressing a small button under his desk.

“In all this posturing, I see an insecure child, yearning for attention,” he continued with a mild shrug. “Your strength is…nothing but a mask for how truly empty you are.”

Ben’s jaw tightened, but he resisted losing his temper. He knew that would only goad this little prick on. He watched as Stan rounded his desk, pulling his hands behind his back.

“The cold truth is, you sold your humanity so that someone in the world would deign to love you. And if not, to fear you,” he said simply. “I sell it to win.”

Ben’s senses prickled just in time to raise his shield against a metal spike aimed at his head. It ricocheted and speared into the ground.

Stan frowned; this tile had just been replaced. But he stepped to the side as Black Noir burst into the office and went for Soldier Boy. He carefully avoided the fight as his bodyguards came to pull him out of the fray.

Stan’s eyes only widened when the first two guards were shot dead by Billy Butcher and his team.

While a fight brewed in Stan Edgar’s office, you were in the familiar bowels of the tower, back in the Security & Surveillance command center…with your father.

The two of you had taken control of the room, dismissing the on-site personnel, and now were in the process of evacuating the tower. At this point, who knew what could happen in the fight between Ben and Black Noir. You weren’t willing to abet any collateral damage, even here.

Out of several monitors on the big screen, you kept one eye on the fight in Stan’s office. You and Jon noticed a breach in the hall.

“Butcher, you should be on your way out already,” Jon told him through the communicator in his ear. “The secondary team is also on its way up.”

“Right.”

You watched with a measure of concern. Butcher seemed to be waning against a common security guard. He’d needed M.M. to grab the guy from behind and hurl him into Stan’s desk. Stan himself was plastered against the far corner of the wall, letting his security attempt to subdue Butcher and the rest of your friends.

Your eyes moved to Black Noir. He’d also brought the same gun from last time—the one that had disrupted Ben’s powers. He was evading well enough so far…

“Soldier Boy is dangerous,” Jon said, breaking your attention from the screen. “However he’s managed to manipulate you into thinking he’s a good guy, there’s no hiding the fact that he can’t control that fucking A-bomb inside him.”

Your lips pursed in annoyance.

“Oh, he is dangerous,” you agreed. “He wanted to finish what he started, caving in your skull as well as your chest. If I were you, I’d duck out quick when this is done.”

Jon didn’t answer, but when you glanced at him, you saw the way he stilled, his jaw tensing.

“Aren’t you glad I dropped him off at the lobby?” you quipped. Then you pressed a button on the control board and overrode the overhead speaker in the Administration office, where you saw people still milling about.

“Evacuation was not a request,” you said into the speaker. “Put down the fucking chai tea latte and exit through the stairwell to the garage please.”

Jon turned to you while sitting in his chair.

“After this is over, you’d be smart to start fresh…I could help you.”

You met him with a flat glare. “Now that’s just plain delusional.”

You had half a mind to get Ben on the comm to let Jon know exactly what he’d be in for if he tried to take you anywhere, but you didn’t want to distract Ben right now.

And maybe he didn’t know that you were alone with your father.

Meanwhile, Jon’s mouth firmed into a line. A tendril of wariness (and maybe fear) laced down your spine. Your hand slowly moved to your belt…but he merely inclined his head.

“All right. Maybe I deserve that,” he said. “But no matter my methods, I’ve always sought the best for you.”

“The best for—” You paused with a sharp sigh. And you steeled yourself before you replied. “I don’t know what fucked up fantasy world you’re living in, Jon. But after I left, I could finally see it clearly. You are the reason I hated myself.”

Jon didn’t show the true depths of his reaction. That wasn’t his way, but his steely eyes hardened as they held yours for a long moment. Then, he turned back to the screens.

You released a subtle breath, though your hand stayed resting on your belt.

Only Ben and Grace knew the truth about the injuries you’d sustained after being picked up at Vought. This time, you weren’t without a weapon. You had a gun on one hip and a taser on the other.

Ben had only agreed to your role in the mission because you’d called for backup. They should’ve been here by now, actually. In fact, they were supposed to meet you in the lobby, before you met up with your father.

Maybe they got stuck in traffic, you thought. You’d been checking your phone for the past ten minutes.

But then a silent text came in: your backup team had just arrived. In fact, they strolled into the command center in full tactical gear, with guns drawn. Seeing the room was clear except for you and Jon, Frank nodded to Loco and stepped further inside.

“Hey, welcome to the party,” you said, greeting both men with a grateful smile. Jon glanced at you, then the men with a frown.

“Who the fuck are these two?” he asked.

“My reinforcements,” you replied tartly. You felt better with them here as your spine untightened a bit.

Frank nodded at you and remained standing to watch the door, while Loco grabbed a chair at your side. You gave him the lowdown of the control settings on the dashboard in front of you.

“Oh shit,” Loco said when he glanced up at the screen. You followed suit, and a gasp fell from your mouth.

Ben managed to unmask Black Noir.

The helmet hung from Ben’s gloved hand. It was Earving all right, but it also wasn’t. His eyes, normally a dark brown, were misted over with gray and almost lifeless.

“Noir, destabilize him,” Stan commanded from his cowering corner. The supe seemed to hear him, and only that order.

Ben realized now what these fuckers had done. Not only did they create this Noir clone with Homelander scraps, but they’d made the perfect soldier. One that only took orders.

Butcher noticed too, with widening eyes. Fucking hell.

But he had to brace a hand against the wall as a hacking cough rose unbidden from his chest, worsening the roiling pain in his stomach and the ache behind his eyes. Hughie grabbed his arm to support him, and his face was picture-perfect concern.

“What’s wrong?” Hughie asked. Butcher couldn’t answer him, because on the last cough, a spew of blood coated his hand (and the younger man’s shoes). Hughie’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck’s going on with you?” he exclaimed. Butcher just grabbed his arm and pulled him a few feet over, so they wouldn’t get caught in the blast of Noir’s energy gun.

Ben was grappling with him. He focused on summoning the nuclear power collecting in his chest. All he needed was one clear hit, and he’d be able to end this motherfucker for good.

But before he could fully charge up, Black Noir aimed a well-placed kick to his sternum, sending him back a few feet. It gave Noir the opening he needed to shoot Ben right in the chest with his energy gun.

An electrifying blue met pulsing red, and swallowed it up. It took Ben along with it. Luckily his shield was clipped onto his back, so it didn’t get eaten up in the initial blast.

Now, he fairly crackled with red and blue fractals, which coursed together into a violet haze. He felt dizzy and wrong, knowing that all this power had to come out. But if that happened, he knew he couldn’t contain it. He didn’t know what would happen.

Part of him knew it would solve his problem, killing Noir, Stan, Butcher, and the rest of those assholes in one powerful swoop.

No collateral damage.

It was your voice in his mind. And he remembered you were here too, somewhere in the Tower. He closed his eyes, a strained yell erupting from his throat.

He couldn’t stop it. The sheer force brought him to his knees before he could angle it up into the sky. Instead, it released into the ground below.

The nuclear blast tore through concrete like a drill, and it didn’t stop until it reached the very foundations of the tower, deep into the earth.

Afterwards, everything was still. Ben could only stare into the chasm below him while he caught his breath.

Until the ground, the walls, everything began to tremor and shake.

“Oh shit,” said M.M.

During the blast, he’d held onto the far wall with Annie, Kimiko, and Frenchie. But now, he grabbed Annie’s arm to pull her up. The shaking grew worse with every second.

“What the hell was that?” you commed in. No one could answer you yet, but at least it let Ben and the rest of them know that you were alive.

Annie reached out to Hughie, who grabbed onto her hand in relief. He also helped Butcher straighten, putting his arm across Hughie’s shoulders. Butcher glanced up at Black Noir, who was heading towards Stan. Meanwhile, Ben was stumbling to his feet.

“It’s gonna come down like the fucking Eye of Sauron!” Hughie shouted.

Butcher shared a grim look with M.M. “Like the bloody Twin Towers.”

AN: 🫨 The Tower's falling! But how'd you like Ben contemplating getting his hands on Jon? 😏

We're heading into the real action here, folks!

Next Time:

You pressed a shaking finger to the comm in your ear.

“Ben, where are you?” you asked. Maybe he heard the tremor in your voice, because you certainly read the concern in his.

“You’re not on the second floor. Where are you?”

You closed your eyes for a beat. “On the first floor. The garage is blocked and Noir has us bottlenecked.”

“I’m almost there. Just stay put,” Ben said. His tone was firm, and it reassured you. You nodded, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, not going anywhere in a hurry,” you whispered.

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Episode 6 - "She has TWO IDOLS" ~ Amy

Not Bobby 😭😭😭😭😭😭 he was so fun and also set up all my alliances hahaha and got all the info I needed in this game. Now I have to work 😫. True he was overplaying and I knew it would catch up eventually but I wanted it to be post merge. He didn’t deserve to go out like that. Over someone who has missed multiple challenges even. Like I understand the conditions why Ariel couldn’t join but the only reason I can even understand him staying is OG lines holding strong. Justice for Bobby!

The way I’ve lost Jessie who was with me, Megan who was with me, and now Bobby who was with me. I’m really not doing very well 😂 Also Raffy really let me keep moving chess pieces when I already found the advantage 😅 my reaction here: https://tinyurl.com/bdh59jm4

Bobby is voted out!!! And went out swinging! I love it. It was funny. However… that Melisa vote??? Ariel ??? Melisa said that Bobby told her that Ariel was down to vote her out. And Jasmine told basically the same. However. I don’t know if I believe Jasmine. Jasmine knowing that Bobby was leaving could mean that she could vote Melisa and frame it on Ariel. If that’s true… ReSPECT. Great move. I need to see what Ariel says when he comes online. With that being said. Bobby said the truth… Ariel isn’t that active. I would rather keep Jasmine than Ariel.

So ava found the Witches idol lol Danny told me the clue for that piece right after it disappeared this morning and I was like okay well confirmed where things were. Danny and Els didn’t find it. Ava confirmed they did but wouldn’t tell me what it is so I’m taking that to mean the idol haha. I can’t make myself more clear with people that I’m not idol hunting. Though I did tell Danny I’ll help him move the horse to those spots since it’s going to take coordination and if I land on it, I’ll have it over. In other news Gianna messaged me at 315pm saying she just woke up and didn’t know she was doing the challenge lol this will go great we were already concerned about her typing on a phone. Why didn’t we just sit her out omfg haha my bad for not saying anything. Again I’m just so great this season haha no I’m just vibing trying to get my ass to jury and make sure my allies make it further so I don’t accidentally go mia and gather all the goodies and get voted out and eff up their games too this time hahahaha

Omg! I’m so glad that we were victorious! Going to tribal definitely lights a fire within you to go hard or go home! After our last trial we declared that we were going to win & we did! I’m on cloud nine right now & just glad to have the night OFF!

I’m very nervous and truly feel like I’m the next one out. This has been a very difficult game for me to connect with people in but I’ve tried my hardest to do the best that I can. So we will see what happens.

I do not like that ava is not telling me anything about the hunt makes me want to vote her out 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 I mean I'm obviously voting out Gianna because I'm annoyed. Though I will give her the fact that she did not even suggest she wanted to play and probably wouldn't have volunteered. Els claimed the sit out and in their practice they did better than all of us but gianna lol. Simply put, what were we thinking. I was already playing the game and forgot to consider the sit out like no one was around so I don't blame els like we needed someone to sit but I wish I would have been like to gianna isn't here let's sit her out she'll understand. Anyway I was expecting this tribal but the fact that the results were so close makes this brutal. Really hoping no one does any funny business this round

Hahahaha not only does Ava have the idol she has TWO IDOLS Plus she orchestrated the jester vote? ✨go little rockstar✨

https://youtu.be/bVtNzJLmYSw

OMGGGGG WE ARE SAFEEE. So happy. I can relax :) for now. Ariel is no where to be seen… but he did do the challenge. So he’s most likely ignoring everyone.

Long term I'm going to try to stick with Els and Ava since I know they have the fun stuff and hoping that means they won't use them against me. Then I can blindside Ava with two idols 🔪🔪🔪 jk. maybe.

I'm literally going to start a merge prayer circle I Need To Get Out Of Here. I can't connect with anyone 😭😭😭 Pule is in a 12 hr diff timezone and I do get that but what's everyone else's excuse 😂. I have no idea what I'd do if there was a tribal today, try to scramble to the best of my abilities? It'd be dumb to suggest Tyecha because then they'd just pick me off next but what if I brought up one of them and they decided to axe me off instead 🥺🥺🥺 idk what to do. That was all hypothetical, but I really need to to not be a reality I'm faced with soon 😥

Thank goodness we won that challenge!! I am mot sure why Ariel (I’m pretty sure) voted me last tribal but he’s been avoiding me like the plague since 😂

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x_yn1LtfNj0

Super happy to finally be in an alliance with Amy and Ava!!! It seems like it’s gonna be a pretty easy vote tonight, I mean even Gianna predicted it was gonna be her. Sorry I don’t have much tea to share today!!

Honestly if there's no funny business Gianna is going home, but I 1000% don't blame her for the loss. I think blame is on Els for scoring so high on a test run and then sitting out. And it's on the rest of us for not saying hey maybe instead let's sit out the person who isn't here and is regularly scoring poorly. There was no reason for us to be going to tribal on this when ava scored so high.

Good week for the tribe! Getting closer and winning. If we can keep this up we’ll be better come merge. I just hope we continue to have positive mindsets

https://youtu.be/Q8q5v7Ow3qE

Omg so my tribe won omg, I was hella scared that we were going to lose. That challenge was not for the bitches who uses swipe, voice to text and autocorrect lol

OMG thank GOD we won this challenge again i swear to god I struggled on this one and IT CLEARLY SHOWED when they posted the results like I DIDN'T EVEN REACH 1000 IN MY SCORE IT'S EMBARASSING. Anyways, I haven't been into the game as much as I would like to be so I'm not sure what is happening. I haven't strengthened my bonds yet with Tyecha and Elle but I need to do it fast because time is ticking and the merge is upon us.

Freaking Bobby played me. Good for him. Good bye Bobby. Shooot I have to do some damage control now. Holy smokes how can i get out from this. I think i can convince jesica and melisa it was jasmine who voted for melisa, they were hoping one of us will flip and that would mean a tie etc. I think they will believe that. Or i could also say Bob played me by saying they were voting for me and since Jessica didn't really lock in with Bobby i was scared and i thought it was true what he was saying that they are indeed voting for me so i go with bobby instead in voting melisa to try to save myself. This excuses are both lame, also nog believable. Lord have mercy, I will last another tribal hopefully. Oh by the way, we still don not have a signal in our area. Yawa this.

So we won immunityyyyy yaaaay! My life jus got another life extension in this game. Signa is still out in our area. So i was just hoping and praying that we won the challenge and we did, which makes me so happy. Anyway, I still have to do some damage control now. I think, I'm just gonna be honest with both Jessica and Melisa. I hope i can repair our relationship, but the way I see it, I think the 3 of them might have now built an alliance. And it actually make sense that way. I'm just hoping we will win the next challenge so I'll make it to merge and hopefully Tim, Pule, Nasir and Ava are still willing to work with me.

Edgic:

UTRP2 - Pule MORP3 - Tim CPM5 - Amy INVP2 - Jasmine UTRN2 - Elle MORP3 - Ava UTRP2 - Melisa UTRP2 - Jessica MORP3 - Els INVP2 - Nasir UTRP2 - Danny INVP1 - Tyecha INVN1 - Ariel UTRN2 - Gianna

Winner’s Pick:

Amy Tim Melisa Els

Power Rankings:

1 - Amy 2 - Pule 1 - Tim 3 - Jasmine 5 - Elle 2 - Ava 1 - Melisa 2 - Jessica 3 - Els 3 - Nasir 4 - Danny 4 - Tyecha 4 - Ariel 5 - Gianna

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