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“Checkmate dance”
Just them walking around after one of their adventures.
#doodle break#coatedflanboard#tadc#tadc fanart#tadc kinger#tadc queenie#the amazing digital circus#tadc episode 3#I’m honestly a fan of dancing tropes in stories#and I specially want these guys on this scenario >:D✨#And well you know a little bit sprinkle of seasoning of course on the middle✨👌#checkmates#kinger x queenie#I offer this scene thats been gnawing on my head and now IM FREE!! free from my shackles now it’s out physically out of my head#Alright imma run away now#kinger#queenie
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I think we can all agree 2024 was an interesting year for relationship development in fiction
#I’m sure I’m forgetting some so feel free to add some examples#venom the last dance#venom 3#venom#symbrock#narumitsu#wrightworth#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#batjokes#pricefield#billford#book of bill#gravity falls#marvel#dc comics#arcane#arcane season 2#caitvi#violyn#ace attorney#life is strange double exposure#wolverine#Deadpool
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another older comic, she’s goin through it
#the owl house#toh#the owl house season 3#toh s3#gus porter#augustus porter#gus toh#hunter noceda#hunter toh#luz noceda#luz toh#my art#i’ll start posting current drawings soon#i haven’t been able to draw for myself much recently bc of finals but i’m free now !
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#my art#rottmnt#save rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#rise season 3#i have basically no free time and i waste it in turtles lmfao#found out i like drawing this bozos in slice of life situations#unpause rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph
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I know exactly how next week's episode is gonna play out guys #TheBadBatch #FreeZilly
#i made this in like 20 minutes#on my twitch stream#it was insanity#xD#ANYWAYS BABYGIRL ZILLO IS BACK#free zilly#tbb#sw#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#the bad batch season 3#zillo beast#omega tbb#tbb omega#omega bad batch#star wars#bad batch spoilers#my art#my edit
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#guys i cant believe this is real this is everything ive ever wanted#WILLE ABDICATION??? WILMON ENDGAME??? wille is free he's free they're both free#look at simon's face oh my GOD#ive never seen him this happy euphoric and liberated#that's CINEMA!#i have so many things to say about this ending#“are you sure you're over me” “what the hell do you think”#when wille says “can you open the door?” as he leaves the car and leaves the cage that is the monarchy#the door is open!!!! there is sunshine on his skin!!!! he is free oh my god#i know i havent been making gifs im sorry i promise they are coming#good god that is Television to me#young royals#yr season 3#yr s3 spoilers#young royals s3#young royals season 3#wilmon#prince wilhelm#simon eriksson#omar rudberg#edvin ryding#wilhelm x simon#wille x simon
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Darlinggggg!!!! Guess whose back from Jail‼️‼️‼️
This is how it actually ended. Can confirm I was the cig.
#tbb#the bad batch#hunter bad batch#star wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#tbb omega#tbb wrecker#wrecker bad batch#the clone wars#clone force 99#tbb season 3#tbb crosshair#sw tbb#tbb hunter#tbb spoilers#doodlysketch#guess whose back#he’s free#my artwork#captain rex#tbb echo#the prequel trilogy#the clones#the clone army
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Mob Psycho 100
Main Characters: First Appearance vs. Final Appearance
Bonus:
#mob psycho 100#mp100#kageyama shigeo#reigen arataka#kageyama ritsu#ekubo#dimple#hanazawa teruki#serizawa katsuya#suzuki shou#kurata tome#telepathy club#awakening lab#i could've made gifsets of this but i have no time#feel free to make gifs and pick better first vs. final appearance than this though#idk if someone already did this but i've always wanted to do this since the beginning of season 3 so yeah
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“Crowley is still an angel deep down” “Crowley is more of an angel than any of the archangels” “Crowley was only cast out because he needed to play his part in Armageddon, he's not a real demon” “Aziraphale wants to rebuild Heaven to be more like Crowley because he’s what an angel should be” no. Stop it. This is exactly where Aziraphale went wrong.
Crowley is 100% a demon. He's not actually a bit of an angel, and he's not cosmically better than any of the other demons we see in the series. He's much less vicious than most of them, yeah, but he's also much less vicious than most of the angels, because how “nice” a celestial being is has nothing to do with which side they're technically on. Crowley's kindness comes from him doing his best to help people despite the hurt he's suffered himself, not any sort of inherent residual or earned holiness. He was cast out just like the rest of the demons, and that's an important part of his history that shouldn't be minimized, excused, or, critically, 'corrected.'
Being angelic is not a positive or negative trait in the Good Omens universe. It's a species descriptor. Saying that Crowley is still an angel deep down because he helps people is an in-character thing for Aziraphale to think, certainly--Job and the final fifteen showed that in the worst possible way--but it's not something Crowley would ever react well to, and it's the main source of conflict in the entire "appoint you to be an angel" fiasco.
We know that Aziraphale thinks Crowley's fall was an injustice, but why? Well, because Crowley is actually Good, which means his fall was a mistake, or a test, or a regrettable error in judgment, or…something. Ineffable. Etc. The point is, he’s special, much better than those other demons, and if they can fix him and make him an angel again, everything will be fine! (So once Job's trials are over, everything will be restored to him? Praise be!) Aziraphale has to believe that Crowley's better traits come from traces of the angel he used to know and not the demon he's known for 6,000 years, because that’s how he can rationalize his incorrect view of Heaven as The Source Of Truth And Light And Good with his complicated feelings about Crowley's fall.
But Crowley's fall was not an injustice because he's actually a Good Person who didn't deserve it. Crowley's fall was an injustice because the entire system of dividing people into Good (obedient) and Bad (rebellious) is bullshit. Crowley is not an unfortunate exception to God's benevolence, he is a particularly sympathetic example of God's cruelty.
And really, Crowley doesn't behave at all like an angel, especially when he's at his best. All of the things that he's done that we as the audience consider Good are things that Heaven has directly opposed. (See: saving the goats and children in defiance of God in S2E2, convincing Aziraphale to give money to Elspeth despite Heaven's views on the "virtues of poverty" in S2E3, speaking out against the flood and the crucifixion in S1E3, tempting Aziraphale to enjoy earthly pleasures because he thinks they'll make him happy, stopping Armageddon.)
Heaven as an institution has never been about helping humanity. And that's not an issue of leadership, as Aziraphale seems to think--it's by design. Aziraphale's first official act as an angel toward humanity was to literally throw them to the lions. Giving them the sword wasn't him acting like an angel, it was just him being himself. Heaven doesn't care about humans. It's not supposed to. It's supposed to win the war against Hell, with humans as chess pieces at best and collateral damage at worst.
Yes, it's easier to think that there are forces that are supposed to be fundamentally good. It's easier to think that Aziraphale is going to show those mean archangels and the Metatron what’s coming to them and reform Heaven into what it "should" be, and that God is actually super chill and watching all of this while shipping ineffable husbands and cheering for them the whole way. And of course it's easier to take Crowley, who Aziraphale (and the audience) adores, and say that he deserves to be on the Good team much more than all those angels and demons that we don’t like. But that's not how it works. People are more complicated than that, even celestial beings.
Crowley is a demon, and the tragedy of his character is not that he's secretly a good guy who is being forced to be evil; the tragedy is that he's lived his whole life stuck between two institutional forces that are both equally hostile to the love he feels for the universe and the beings in it. There are no good and bad guys. There are no "right people." Every angel, demon, and human is capable of hurting or helping others based on their choices. That is, in fact, the entire fucking point.
#good omens meta#good omens#good omens season 2#crowley#long post#i feel like this is obvious. and yet#when crowley is kind he is NOT acting angelic. the same is true of aziraphale.#(to a point. i do think aziraphale performs 'niceness' sometimes because he feels like it's something he Should do as an angel)#(but that's because aziraphale has so many issues i cannot detail them in the tags of this crowley post)#this is my second long meta post in like 3 days. sorry. it’s my first free weekend in a while
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nicola coughlan (who plays penelope featherington in netflix bridgerton) is currently mid press in promoting a new season of one of netflix's biggest shows (bridgerton) and continues to show her support to the people of Palestine.
QUEEN SHIT ONLY
#your honour I love her#nicola coughlan#free palestine#penelope featherington#i stand with palestine 🇵🇸#polin#colin bridgerton#netflix#bridgerton#netflix bridgerton#bridgerton s3#season 3 bridgerton#palestine#free gaza#gaza strip#gaza genocide#gaza#save gaza#gazaunderattack#free palestine 🇵🇸#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#free gaza 🇵🇸#فلسطين 🇵🇸#filistin 🇵🇸#🇵🇸#all eyes on rafah#free rafah#save rafah
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Fire Keepers --- Since this is the third one I've made for this cross-campaign theme, I guess it's officially a series. Commence the links! Blue Healers | Wind Walkers
#critical role#critical role fanart#keyleth of the air ashari#caleb widogast#cross campaign series#i have 2 more ideas for the next one in the series but if anyone feels like a x-campaign combo makes sense feel free to shout at me#btw everybody paired up together are leveled up or down to be at the same level#and i try to match the designing style so they might look even more different#but i try to stick to the official sources i.e campaign art comic origins etc as much as possible#anyway keyleth's clothes seem to change colors like the leaves over the seasons the older she gets?#which is so cool <3#art du chat
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#And I can’t blame them one bit#their collective stare down of Nate will live rent free in my brain#ted lasso spoilers#Ted Lasso Season 3#ted lasso#afc richmond
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did you really think you were the only one who's good with knives?
no joke i have been working on this piece for over a year. posting it now literally just to force myself to stop working on it
i wanna keep doing digital paintings like this but only if i can figure out how to make more than one every 3 fuckin years lmao
#rvb#red vs blue#chorus trilogy#rvb season 13#rvb 13#project freelancer#agent washington#rvb art#rvb fanart#my art <3#this scene lives in my brain completely rent free#the whole temple fight scene here is maybe my favorite scene in the entire show#not even joking its so good
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chimmy changa timmy, why do you hate muffins? am I missing some of the lore?
Timmy doesn't like how they taste. No matter who, how or where they're made, the muffins are all the same to him. It's frustrating because he knows they shouldn't be.
And each time he walks away feeling immense disappointment. Like something should've happened.
He does his best to avoid eating them, but, Timmy found that people react weirdly when you say you don't like muffins. So he eats them anyways. He's unfortunately surrounded by muffin-nuts.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
#fairly oddparents#fop#fop a new wish#fop timmy turner#fop timmy#timmy turner#chimmy changa#asks#itty bitties fop au#elliethewitch#FOR ADDITIONAL CONTEXT#SEASON 3 EPISODE 12#ABRA CATASTROPHE#MUFFINS WERE THE PLACEHOLDER ITEM FOR RULE-FREE WISHES#timmy had a rule-free wish in the form of a muffin#but it kept falling into different peoples' hands#including a monkey and crocker#and every single character has made disastrous wishes#and theyve all commented how nasty the muffin is#chimmy changa doesnt like muffins bcs he feels like eating them should do something BIG!!!#its a weird feeling#bcs its. its a muffin#nothing happens when you eat food.#worse theyre all gross to the tongue :(#ALSO THE CHOICES I MADE FOR CHIMMYS EXPRESSIONS ARE INTENTIONAL. BTW. THERE ARE NO COLORING ERROR IN THIS ONE.#and yeah thats one big fucking muffin.#unfortunately chimmy had the eat the whole thing bcs he was gifted it and its RUDE to NOT finish the thing#i had to hunt down the fuckign. comic panel with kabru in it from dungeon meshi for this one#bcs i think chimmy and kabru has a lot in common#except chimmy's need to read people and situations is more for his own survival than for fun like kabru
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Lost on You - Part 9
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader
Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.
AN: The great escape…
Song Inspo: “Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)” by Kate Bush
Word Count: 7.2K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood and violence, death, angst, trauma and PSTD, smut, hurt/comfort and feels.
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Part 9: Free to Be You and Me
Free me, you compelled Eisenstein’s mind.
He obeyed you with a vacant look in his eyes. He unhooked your straitjacket and opened the door. After you grabbed up his cattle prod, you still didn’t release your psychic hold. You ordered him forward, and for the first time you walked freely out of your cell without restraint.
Take me to Soldier Boy.
Eisenstein walked forward. Any time you came across a guard, you tased them long enough to touch whatever scrap of skin you could, usually their face or their neck. You added them to your collective control.
Now you had literal bodyguards protecting you as you made your way through the compound. You hadn’t used your powers in so long. It felt good, like stretching an aching muscle.
Once you reached Ben’s cell, Eisenstein stopped in front of it. When you peered inside the small window on the door, it looked misty as hell.
Clear the gas, you ordered.
The doctor pressed a key of numbers on a pad beside the door, and the gas receded into the vents.
Open the door.
He did as you commanded, then he stepped aside for you. You ordered the guards to stand watch outside the open door before you hurried inside. Ben was lying on the floor, mostly on his side. He was still very naked, though your face warmed as you tried not to focus on that part.
It made you sad more than anything. They’d been keeping him in here like an animal, worse than you, and after what he did for you…you could no longer find it in yourself to hate him.
You took his face into your hands and tapped his cheek.
“Ben… Ben, wake up,” you prodded.
His brows twitched. He made a sound of waking, and you swept his hair out of his eyes. Before they even opened all the way, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the throat. It choked a gasp out of you as you scrambled to grab his wrist.
“Ben,” you said with difficulty. “It’s me…”
Though if you thought about it, after the last things you’d said to him, maybe he did really want to kill you. Maybe he regretted saving you after all.
As he blinked more awake, this time he actually took in your face. His hand relaxed when he recognized you. You panted in relief to see it dawn in his eyes. His thumb slightly brushed across your jaw, and your name fell from his lips, almost in wonder.
“Yeah, it’s me,” you said with a smile and tears in your eyes. “Come on.”
You helped him up the best you could. His frame was bigger and heavier, and he was still a bit unsteady on his feet. He slung an arm around your shoulders and let you guide him out of the room. He tensed at seeing the guards in their green uniforms and Eisenstein standing there, but you held a hand to his chest. His skin there was hot to the touch. You frowned.
Must be whatever the serum did to him.
Dismay pulsed inside you, but you’d think about that later.
“It’s okay, they’re with me,” you told him with a smile, before you looked at one of the guards.
“Give him your clothes,” you ordered.
The man was compelled to set down his gun, take off his hat and the rest of his uniform, even his underwear, socks, and boots. He gave them all to Ben, who raised a brow.
“I’m good without the briefs,” he said with a grimace, tossing the used underwear to the floor. You flickered at a smile.
“Guess you’re going commando,” you said.
Ben scoffed. He muttered, “Yeah, what else is fucking new.”
A sliver of sadness once again pierced you, but you stayed quiet. He released you so he could get dressed. Biting your lip, you glanced away to give him some privacy.
Another guard turned the corner and noticed you all in the hallway. He raised a pointed finger and shouted something in Russian, then he raised his gun. You ordered your guards to shoot the man, but the damage was done. A red alert was sounding overhead.
“Let’s go,” Ben said. After lacing up his boots, he guided you with a hand on your back.
Eisenstein and three guards formed a pack of protection around you and Ben as you moved through the compound. You slowed to a stop at what looked like a laundry room.
“I need something else to wear,” you said. “Once we get outside, I’m gonna stick out—”
Ben eyed your thin gray gown and socks. He grabbed your arm and led you inside.
“Find something in here,” he said, as if that wasn’t your idea.
Instead of wasting time picking an argument, you just nodded in agreement. You looked around and picked through the large clean bin of clothing. It held several mixed bundles of faded green men’s shirts and pants. Finally, you managed to find a dark red tracksuit. It was a men’s size, so it wasn’t going to fit you, but maybe you’d look a little less ridiculous. Ben tossed you the smallest pair of boots he could find, and they were still huge. They would have to do.
“How do we get out of here?” you asked as you got dressed. You turned around for a semblance of modesty, but it didn’t stop the man from glancing over, checking out your ass, bare legs and back.
“We fight,” he replied. There was a dark note in his voice that you understood, and you agreed with him.
“I know. I mean a little more specifically,” you said. When you were dressed, you turned around and met your companion’s grim look. Together, you two returned to the hall and focused on Eisenstein.
“What’s the best way to get out of here?” you asked him. Your hold on his mind forced him to answer honestly.
“The compound is three stories underground. You must take the elevators up to the top,” he responded, almost like a robot.
“Show us,” you ordered.
The doctor complied. He led the way, and the guards covered your back as you hurried through the maze of hallways. Finally, he led you to the main laboratory. Inside were the rest of the doctor’s team trying to filter out and evacuate, while the rest of the security guards formed a line against you. You saw where the scientists were headed, to a large elevator along the far wall.
“There!” you pointed, grabbing Ben’s arm.
He held you to him quick when the shots fired your way. He protected you with his body as the bullets bounced harmlessly off his skin, though a few of them tore through his clothes. He turned around but kept you behind him. His hands curled into fists, and he rooted his stance. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you hid yourself behind his broad back.
Ben charged up the power that had already been building in his chest. It had started from the moment they injected him with that goddamn serum.
Now, he knew what it was. It felt like lava inside his chest—a nuclear force that he unleashed throughout the lab. It destroyed everything in its path, from desks and beakers to walls and support beams, to the men screaming and trying in vain to get away.
When it was over, Ben heaved for breath but remained standing. You peered around him in shock.
“Oh my God…”
There wasn’t much left of the lab, just a ruins, and a meager group of survivors, limping, moaning, struggling. Your face evened out, akin to stone. You had no sympathy for any of them. You endured their studies and were forced to hear their thoughts. You knew that these men weren’t men at all.
You decided to finish the job.
“Cover your ears,” you told Ben. He shot you a questioning look, his brows furrowed.
“Just trust me,” you said.
Then you opened your mouth, and you sang. Your eyes glowed with power, and the force of your siren song gripped every man still alive in the room. They soon began screaming anew, holding their heads as tears of blood streamed from their eyes. That included your guards, as well as Doctor Eisenstein.
Ben was forced to cover his ears, gritting his teeth. It didn’t affect him as badly, but even he yelled in strain.
You released your hold on the room and stopped singing. By then, all the normal humans were dead.
It was your turn to catch your breath. You’d used up a great deal of energy in a short span of time with your powers, and your body was still weak and undernourished. You took an unsteady step forward and nearly fell.
Ben caught you around your waist. He gathered you up against his chest, and you tried to grab onto his arms and keep your head raised.
His gaze flit over your face. “Can you walk?”
You closed your eyes to try and clear the dizziness and black spots from your vision.
“Uh, yeah. Just give me a minute,” you said.
Ben made a sound of impatience. He hefted you into his arms easily. You gasped and held onto him, and he made his way across the ruined lab.
The elevator doors were fried, but the compartment still worked. Without dropping you, he wedged his hand in between the fused metal doors and ripped them open. Then he stepped inside with you in his arms.
You felt the heat still emanating from his chest. You glanced up at him. There, he met your stare. There was so much you wanted to say, and yet, you had no idea how. You wondered if he felt the same way.
He faced forward again, and you did the same. You two rode the elevator all the way up in silence.
You asked him to set you down on your feet when the elevator finally reached the ground floor. It was merely a lobby area with some thick double doors at the end. You practically ran to it, regardless of your unsteady gait. You just wanted to breathe fresh air and see the outside world.
And it was beautiful. You teared up at seeing the gray sky and the expanse of snow-laden mountains in the distance, even though the air was freezing. A gust of wind shoved at you. You held yourself with a shiver and a gasp as you stared out at the expanse of snow ahead. You weren’t dressed for a cold snap in Siberia.
Ben wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you back. You doubted he felt the cold much with his invulnerable skin. For once you were jealous.
“Come on, there’s a car over there,” he said, pointing to a small parking lot.
The only scientist who escaped the lab was trying to thrust his key into the door lock of his gray sedan. His hands were shaking badly, but he managed to get the key in. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder.
The scientist slowly looked up, and he saw Ben’s grim reflection in the window.
It was the last thing he saw.
You and Ben bickered over the navigation to the closest airport. You had the map in your hands, not that you could read it very well in Russian, but he claimed his instincts were leading him south. You once again wanted to throttle him.
You eventually figured out the way to the closest international airport, thanks to the small image of a plane on the map. You didn’t have luggage, which made things easier, but you still needed to compel several people into giving you a pair of tickets (in coach, as to not be suspicious—through security and Customs before you could board the next flight to New York. By the time you and Ben actually sat down in your shitty seats on the plane, you were exhausted in every way.
“You can have the window seat,” you offered. “I’m probably just going to sleep the whole way.”
Ben tacitly agreed and slid in first, but he watched you lower down into the middle seat with a tired sigh. You glanced over at him.
“How’re you feeling?” you asked.
“Fine,” he answered, his voice deep and stoic as always. He opened up the bag of snacks he’d snuck onto the plane and started chowing down on some beef jerky. He offered you some, and you took a couple of pieces.
It was hard to tell what he was thinking. You felt a bit of anxiety coming off of him with your abilities, though you supposed that could’ve been from the plane gearing up to take off, finally getting you guys the hell out of here.
Or maybe, like you, flashes of the past decade were still filtering through his mind, making this moment seem unreal.
We actually did it. We made it out.
Even so, you weren’t sure what he saw when he looked at you. The last time you two had truly spoken, you’d said a lot of hurtful things, even though many of them were hard truths he’d needed to hear.
“Yes! It is your fault. Because you’re too much of a mean, callous, arrogant, entitled, selfish, fucking asshole to see that everybody hates you!”
“The only thing I really wanted from you was what you could do for my career.”
You remembered the sound of his voice, not even angry anymore. Just resigned.
“It was all an act, huh?”
“Yeah, it was,” you said. “I fucking hope I never have to see your face again.”
The memory of it made your chest sting. It also filled you with questions you were almost afraid to ask.
Did he resent you? Hate you? Was this Bonnie and Clyde escape plan just for convenience’s sake, or…did he actually care about you, deep down?
As you thought about what happened yesterday in his cell, the way he’d saved you from Eisenstein’s experiment—the serum that created the damn nuclear bomb in his chest—you had to wonder…
If he didn’t care about you, why else had he saved you?
The question continued to revolve in your mind, like discordant notes on a stanza’s refrain, until your exhaustion claimed you.
Flashes of memory scored through your subconscious. They filled your dreams with echoes of pain and the sound of your own voice giving out.
You woke with a start, heaving for breath as panic rose high in your chest and throat. Your heartbeat was pulsing in your ears, and you felt clammy and wrong.
Ben whispered your name sharply. His grip on your arm broke you out of the haze, but it startled you as well. You blinked fast, as if you could clear the nightmare from continuing behind your eyes. He glanced over his shoulder at one of the flight attendants passing by. Ben soon returned his attention to you though.
“Calm down. You’re going to blow our cover,” he said.
You nodded shakily, but you couldn’t help it. Tears welled up in your eyes and made your lips tremble.
“What if they come after us?” you whispered. You were even trembling in your distress. “What if they find us—”
“That’s not gonna happen,” Ben said sternly. “We Kentucky fried all those Commie cocksuckers.”
“I can’t. I can’t go back,” you said, shaking on every word. Your fear, your panic was rising, making your hand clutch at the front of his shirt.
Ben’s frown deepened. He turned toward you and took your face in his big hands, earning a gasp from you. Your watery eyes met his firm ones.
“You’re not going back,” he said. “That shit’s over, you understand me?”
Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but you gave a jerky nod. He didn’t seem satisfied.
After a moment of hesitation, he pulled you in for a hard kiss. Your breath hitched…but your eyes fell closed. You didn’t care that his scraggly beard rasped against your chin. All you could do was focus on the familiarity of his lips moving against yours.
He pulled away slowly, with him seeming to try and gauge your reaction. Your eyes slid open and met his. Your fingers tangled further in his shirt, and you tugged yourself closer, your lips nearing his in askance.
He answered you, kissing you again.
Landing in LaGuardia Airport was even more of a shitshow than it used to be. A mess of people and traffic and tourists and resident commuters, it didn’t matter that it was at one in the morning. Cars honking and people jabbering and the clanking of suitcases rolling across the ground as airport staff droned instructions on the overhead speakers; it was all discombobulating for you, after having spent so long alone and in the dark, with minimal interactions or stimulation.
You had a feeling you weren’t the only one a bit overwhelmed. You noticed Ben’s tense expression and tight shoulders. His head turned at every sharp sound…and even sounds that weren’t there.
You stayed close to him as you two found your way outside the airport. You watched out for him silently, while he kept a hand on your lower back. Neither of you seemed to want to lose each other in the throng. He managed to hail a cab, beating out a businessman who was busy talking on some kind of cordless phone.
You and Ben shared a bewildered look on that one.
Once you were in the cab, sitting beside Ben, you let out a breath of relief. It was still cold in April, and your overlarge tracksuit wasn’t cutting it.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked. You glanced at your companion and gave him a raised finger, imploring him to follow your lead. You had an idea.
“Take us to the nearest department store,” you said.
“At this time? All the stores are closed,” the cabbie replied.
“Just do what she fucking said, all right, pal?” Ben said, none too gently. He was already on edge from the long flight and antsy to get somewhere comfortable.
“Okay, man. Jeez,” the cabbie muttered. He drove off, peeling away from the curb and merging into traffic.
You couldn’t fault Ben; you felt the same way. You laid a comforting hand on his thigh. He glanced at you and calmed, somewhat. He raised his arm and draped it over the back of your seat. You tentatively took it as an invitation, so you scooched over a little to rest against his side.
Letting out a long breath through his nose, he looked out the window at the passing scenery of the city. The nightlife all flashed by in familiar colors and sounds of cars honking and music playing in the distance. Meanwhile, his fingers brushed along your shoulder absently. As the car’s warmth seeped into your bones, you tried your best to stay awake.
You and Ben broke into Sears via the backdoor alleyway, next to one vile smelling dumpster. There you veered off into separate ways in the department store.
You chose to grab a cart before you went into the women’s section. You started with the bras and panties and pulled things off the display tables and hangers, regardless of their price. Dear God, I’ve missed real underwear. You even grabbed a few silky, lacy things in the lingerie section, with a secret smile over your shoulder.
You grabbed a razor while you were at it, along with some other toiletries, shampoo and conditioner, a generous pile of makeup, and some other hair and body products.
You later perused with a half-critical eye at the rest of the women’s clothing. Apparently, jeans were a lot baggier in the ‘90s, and you were finding too many crop tops and overalls.
What the hell is this decade? you thought, but you managed to find a few outfits you liked that were still versatile enough to mix and match. You didn’t know when you’d be able to do this again.
Within the hour, you met back up with Ben, who was carrying all of his clothing finds piled up in his arms. You smiled in amusement. Typical man.
He dumped it all into your cart—a few pairs of pants and shirts and jackets and shoes, and even a men’s electrical shaving kit.
“Good call, lumberjack,” you said, eyeing his beard. Ben shook his head and ran a palm over the sheer length of it.
“Let’s just get the fuck out of here,” he grumbled.
“Ooh, wait,” you said, pointing at a row of suitcases. “That’ll make this easier.”
He agreed. Soon, you had each picked out your suitcases and packed them with your finds. Then you literally rolled out the way you came.
You paused at the door when you heard a clicking sound, followed by the handle turning. A security guard was just as surprised to catch you and Ben as you were to see him. But before he could even raise his gun, you stepped up and touched his face.
Sleep, and forget.
Within seconds, the man’s eyes rolled up into his head, and he slumped to the floor in a heap.
Ben had the next idea of where to go, after hailing another cab. You went along with it, but you thought he could’ve picked something a little more…inconspicuous.
Your eyes were bright, however, when you stared up at the beautiful building of the Plaza Hotel. You had never stayed here before, but it was also the home of the Oak Room. Ben had taken you there for dinner a handful of times, including on your first date.
“Why here?” you asked, glancing up at Ben. He shot you a knowing smile.
“Was feeling a little sentimental, I guess.”
His hand came to rest on your lower back again, and you ventured with him inside to the hotel lobby. It was pristine, as always, with its polished tile floors and vaulted ceilings. It wasn’t check-in hour, so the place was mostly empty, save for a single front desk clerk on the night shift.
That was in your favor though. You two might’ve raided Sears for new clothes, but you definitely didn’t look like the Plaza’s typical guests. With a quasi-flirtatious hand over the young man’s wrist, you were able to compel the clerk to book you and Ben into an entire suite with a king-sized bed, indefinitely, and all complimentary of the Plaza Hotel.
“Enjoy your stay,” he said robotically as he gave you the room keys. You gave him a smile with the glow of your eyes.
“Thank you. I’m sure we will.”
You were run down. You felt it in what seemed like all of the joints, muscles, and sinew in your body when you and Ben got into your suite. The place was lavish and beautifully decorated in soft yellows, crèmes, and beiges, with dark wood furniture, vases full of pink roses, and fine art on the walls, but all you cared about was dumping your suitcase on the floor and dropping face-first onto the bed.
“Oh my God, a real fucking bed,” you said into the clean, soft cotton. It actually brought tears to your eyes.
You managed to turn yourself onto your back as Ben rolled his suitcase to a stop beside yours. He watched you in bemusement.
“You did good, sweetheart,” he said, briefly grasping your arm as he passed by. It warmed a smile and a blush onto your face.
“What do you feel like eating?” he asked. “I’m gonna order some food.”
You shook your head and gave a dismissive wave of your hand.
“Anything. I’ll eat literally anything.”
He went to the phone on one of the nightstands and dialed Room Service. He ordered enough food to feed three of him (and one of him could be a whole dinner party). Satisfied with the promise of fast service, he hung up and started unpacking his suitcase for a change of clothes.
You sat up with a groan. “You can take the first shower. I need a minute to get situated.”
More like, gather your strength. Using your powers so much across the course of your journey back to the States had taken it out of you, beyond what you’d expected. You needed at least a few of days of solid R&R. Make it a year.
Ben eyed you as he began to unbutton his shirt.
“Or, you can join me,” he said.
You turned to face him more fully at that. Your mouth parted to reply, but you hesitated. His offer took you by surprise, even though it probably shouldn’t have.
He saw your uncertainty. What surprised you even more was that he didn’t press it. He just nodded slightly, and went into the bathroom to finish undressing. Within a few minutes, you heard the showerhead turn on.
What do you want here? you asked yourself.
It should’ve been a simple question. Somehow, it wasn’t.
But you made a decision. This time, you weren’t thinking three steps ahead. You weren’t thinking about consequences, or what people would expect of you. You just thought about what you wanted, here and now.
Slowly, you got up from the bed. You took a breath to steady yourself, and you went into the bathroom. The mirror was already fogged up with steam. Behind the shower curtain, you could hear Ben scrubbing and humming some tune to himself, making you smile.
You shed the ratty old jumpsuit from your body with slightly shaking hands. From anticipation or nerves, you didn’t know which. After stepping out of the heap of fabric, you called his name softly. You knew he heard it, because the humming stopped.
Ben pulled back the shower curtain to find you standing there, gazing up at him while biting the inside of your lip. His eyes drew down your form, over each and every bare curve. You wondered if he remembered it all with the same clarity as you did, the way his body used to fit against yours.
He reached out his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you into the shower. He slid his free hand around the back of your neck and drew you into a passionate kiss, hotter than the spray from the showerhead beating down on you both. His arm came down around your waist and he turned you around to press you against the wall.
You gasped at the cold impact of the tile, but you welcomed the heat of him. You met his each and every demanding kiss in kind, sinking your fingers through his wet, longer hair and dragging your nails against his scalp. Meanwhile, his hands were everywhere, sliding possessively up your sides, up smooth skin to squeeze your breasts, rolling your hard and sensitive nipples under his thumbs.
You arched into him with a pleased moan. It had been so damn long since you were touched. Perhaps it was a poetic form of irony that he was the last man to have ever fucked you.
Ten long years. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about his hands, his mouth, the memories and the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you, filling you. The thought had you slipping a hand down between his body and yours, roaming down his chest and abs, just to caress the full risen length of him in your palm.
He groaned into your mouth, instinctively pressing himself into your hand and caging you harder against the wall. His lips veered away to kiss and suck his way down your neck. You panted for breath against him.
“Ben, please,” you pleaded. Your hand pumped him faster, twisting along his shaft and goading him to full mast.
He panted with a nod, nosing along your throat. “All right, baby doll. I gotcha.”
He made his way down your body to lap at your breasts, taking a nipple between his teeth and teasing you there with the scruff of his beard. You moaned, had to release your hold on him when he took your hand and pinned it by your head on the warm tile. His other hand skimmed down your wet body to cup your mound.
You whimpered, instinctively pressing yourself into his hand. You felt his familiar smirk between your breasts, just before his thumb drew down between the slick folds of your pussy. It swept back up to brush your clit, and you jolted against his hand, releasing another moan. You were so damn sensitive already.
Ben seemed to enjoy it. He took his time working you up, strumming along and inside your slit with his fingers, making you clench on nothing in anticipation. Just when you opened your mouth to snap at him to fucking touch you already, he obliged you, slipping two long fingers deep into your channel.
You gasped and shuddered at the invasion, but it was a welcome one. He built up a rhythm, rocking his fingers inside of you while his thumb pressed and circled at your clit. It didn’t take long before your inner walls were clenching around his fingers as you shuddered your release. Your warmth coated his hand down to the knuckles.
Ben kissed you deeply, cutting off your moaning of his name. From there, he grabbed your thigh and helped you hike your foot up on the soap dish on the wall, so he could make room for himself between your legs.
He used the remnants of your slick to coat himself, before he sheathed his cock deep inside you with one push. Both of you groaned at the feeling, a sweet relief and a tight fucking fit. It was like your body remembered the shape of him.
“You still take my cock just right. Fit me like a fucking glove,” he said, sliding out of you with ease. He eased back in with a snap of his hips, inching you up higher on the wall. You clung to his arms tighter, with your nails biting fruitlessly into his flesh.
“God, yes,” you uttered.
But just when he started picking up a rougher, delicious set of thrusts, Ben faltered as his body locked up on him with the force of his orgasm. He came quickly, too quickly, for him. His brows furrowed as he caught his breath. You picked up on his surprise, and then his frustration—at himself.
“Fuck!” he growled, fisting a hand against the wall.
You were a little stunned yourself, but quickly you had to try not to laugh. Biting your lip, you reached up to stroke his cheek.
“It’s okay,” you panted. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just been a long time.”
After a few seconds of continued seething, Ben met your gaze. Seeing that you weren’t judging him, he reluctantly settled down.
“Still think I’m an asshole?” he asked.
The question caught you off guard, but you softened into a smile.
“That remains to be seen,” you replied.
He almost huffed. He slid a wet strand of hair behind your ear.
“You still afraid of me then?” he said.
Your amusement faded. You tilted your head at him, raising your brows. He was still inside you, and he asked this question?
But if he was asking you that, then he really did want to know. You grasped his chin and made sure he looked you in the eyes.
“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, in a tone that quietly demanded. “Am I safe with you?”
His eyes held a weight you hadn’t seen before.
“You’re safe with me,” he said.
You felt his sincerity. It rang true in his words, and you saw it for yourself. You believed him.
So you nodded. You let your hand fall to his chest. “Okay.”
He nodded as well. Finally, he untangled himself from you and turned off the showerhead, the water now run cold. He stepped out of the shower first, but he turned to give you a hand. You accepted his help as you came out and grabbed a couple of towels for both of you. After you had yours wrapped around your body, you reached for his arm to earn his attention.
He had been honest with you. You felt it was time for you to give him the same.
“Ben,” you said, with a sigh. “Back then, I lied to you.”
He snorted. “Which time?”
You gave a wry look, but you were serious. You shifted closer to him. You both stood there, dripping wet, with mere inches in between while Ben looked down at you, and you up at him.
“This. You and me…it wasn’t all an act,” you said, as tears began to well up in your eyes. “I just didn’t want to admit it, even to myself.”
Ben hummed in contemplation. He raised a hand to draw a line down your cheek with his thumb.
“Hmm. Well. Maybe you weren’t the only one,” he said eventually.
Your lips tugged at a smile. He leaned down and met you with another kiss, and this time it was a slow, simmering heat.
Ben took his time in the bathroom afterward to shave his face with the clippers and razor he bought. When he padded back into the dining area, by now fully clothed in a shirt and some sweatpants, he found you already eating without him. You were tearing into some chicken parmesan ravenously while watching a show on TV.
“What’s on?” he asked, sitting down across from you at the two-seater table. He grabbed one of the plates with his steak and potatoes and began tearing into his own meal. He intended to hit the chicken wings next, or maybe the burger sliders and fries.
“Seinfeld?” You sounded unsure. “It just started. Supposed to be a comedy, I think.”
You and Ben watched the episode until the credits rolled, but he shook his head, licking his fingers after finishing his fifth chicken wing. You were drawn to the sight—grossed out, and yet, a little turned on.
“Nothing happened in that whole goddamn episode,” he said.
You were inclined to agree. So what if they couldn't get a damn table at a Chinese restaurant?
“Okay,” you checked the pamphlet TV Guide. “Let’s try…Friends. It’s on next.”
“The One with the East German Laundry Detergent,” was the name of the episode, according to the TV Guide. You actually enjoyed yourself throughout the whole thing. Even Ben laughed at some of Chandler’s lines. You hadn’t heard that rich, boisterous laugh of his in so long, it made you laugh just by proximity.
By the end of the episode, he was finally done picking at the leftover food. You had finished a long time ago, but you liked seeing him sitting more relaxed in his chair, less on edge.
“Now that one was funny,” you said, when the end theme started to play. Ben balled up his napkin and tossed it on the table.
“At least Rachel’s hot, but don’t tell me she gets with that dopey-eyed pussy.”
“Aw, you mean Ross? I think he’s cute.”
Ben shot you a glance, his brows knitting together. You couldn’t help smiling as you sipped at your glass of wine. He got the feeling you were teasing him. (And you were.)
“Come here,” he said, hooking his foot around a leg of your chair. You yelped as he dragged you close enough to take you by the arm and tip you over, into his lap. You allowed it with a laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hand slid up your thigh in your little pajama shorts, while you caressed his cheek and explored the new beard he was sporting. It was nice and trim, along with the smoother sweep of his hair.
“I like this, by the way,” you said. Your nails scratched through his beard playfully. You kissed his cheek. “Very handsome.”
Ah, there it is, the reappearance of that smug smile of his. You decided to take it down a peg.
“I didn’t mind the lumberjack though,” you teased. “I knew no one would recognize us with that shag carpet on your face.”
Ben’s face fell into annoyance. He stood, picking you up along with him. After he brought you over to the bed, he fairly dropped you down onto it, making sure to smack your ass for good measure. You squealed with laughter.
“You wanna fucking sass me? Fine,” he said, raising a brow. “I’ll just have to punish you.”
“Nooo, don’t do that. I’ll probably like it,” you said, with both amusement and desire glinting in your eyes while you slid your arms around his broad shoulders. You slipped your legs around his waist as well, guiding his hips down against your already pulsing core.
Ben broke slightly, his amusement peeking through.
“I don’t remember you having such a smart mouth,” he said. You trailed your fingers across his cheek.
“I think you’ll learn to like it,” you said, shortly before you lured him into a kiss.
He fucked you well into the early morning, where you two finally got some sleep. Around mid-afternoon, you woke and ate and showered and continued to relearn each other’s bodies. You spent the entire day and night in that hotel room, recuperating and healing in your own ways.
Late that night, you rested in the crook of his arm while he smoked a blunt. You’d compelled one of the bell men to find some reefer. You knew it would help Ben sleep better, and it served to calm you down when anxiety threatened to choke you again.
It was never as bad as it was on the plane ride over, but sometimes it hit you at odd moments.
Are they coming after us? Does Vought already know we’re here? Will they try to ship us back?
You knew you had been careful, but anything was possible.
You extended an expectant hand. Ben took one more puff before he handed the blunt over. You puffed a couple of times and passed it back with a cough.
“I still don’t really like this shit,” you said in distaste.
Ben chuckled. “You still don’t know how to smoke it, either.”
You sighed in amusement, stroking a hand over his thigh absently. You two hadn’t bothered getting dressed in hours. Cheers played on the TV—something you both could agree on.
“I need to check in with my family,” you said after a while. You missed your brother especially. God, your nephew had to be close to fifteen years old by now. The thought made your eyes water, but with a deep breath, you managed to taper it down.
You turned to the man beside you. “Do you…do you have family anywhere?”
Ben let out another long puff of smoke.
“Anyone who mattered is long dead,” he said. He looked down at you, meeting your gaze. “You’re all I’ve got.”
You smiled a little sadly, but you grasped his hand and threaded your fingers through his.
“But I’ve got a score to settle,” he said. The hardening tone of his voice concerned you.
“With who?” you asked.
Ben reached over to the nightstand and put out his blunt on an ashtray. He shook his head.
“Everyone,” he said lowly, “in that goddamn Tower.”
You frowned. You released his hand so you could turn over and face him.
“Ben, I know how you feel, but think about this for a second.”
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we got out of motherfucking Siberia,” he said tersely. “Those cocksuckers are gonna pay for what they did.”
You took a steadying breath. “Okay, taking on the team is one thing. But Arthur, Stan Edgar, all of Vought? It’s dangerous.”
“And? Don’t try to tell me what I can’t fucking do,” he barked.
You glared at him, sitting up and taking the blankets with you to cover yourself.
“Don’t you fucking snap at me!” Your voice cracked just as firmly as his. “I’m trying to tell you to be careful. Because if not, we could wind up exactly where we were before, or worse. And I told you, I can’t…I can’t go back.”
You began to break down at the end there. Your lips trembled as your anxiety bubbled over, making tears spring to your eyes. They stung hot and escaped the corners of your eyes.
“Ben, I can’t—” you hiccupped.
His brows were furrowed, his jaw clenched, but now, it was less so in anger. He took your face into his hands like he had on the plane, so you’d focus on him.
“Hey, hey,” he said, earning your attention. “That’s never gonna happen. I’m not gonna let it happen. But I am going to put all those spineless bastards into the fucking ground where they belong.”
He wiped at your tears with his thumbs. After a brief pause, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips. Then another, a reassuring kiss on your forehead.
He pulled back to earn your gaze.
“Then we take it all back,” he said. “You and me.”
It took you a moment to come back to yourself. You were still apprehensive about this plan, but you knew you didn't want him to do it alone. Nor did you want to end up alone, without him. You sniffed and nodded.
You and me.
AN: 😮💨 Did you get hit in the feels? If yes, get ready for more of that. But after their long journey back to the U.S., their relationship is shifting now, hopefully in a more positive way (despite the tough road Ben is setting them on).
Also, there might just be a BMD easter egg in there somewhere. Did you catch it? 😉
Next Time:
More heart-to-hearts, more of "the Plan," and we get a bit more into Ben's side of things...
What time is it? It was hard to remember to keep track of that now, even with the digital clock on the nightstand. It was only midnight, but to his body, it felt like morning.
You were dead asleep. Occasionally you let out soft hums, and other semi-arousing sounds. His lips tugged upward. Still moans in her sleep.
He drew down the comforter and sheets slowly from your back. He was greeted by smooth skin, except where some marks had been made permanent. His fingers traced carefully over a rough, scarred patch of skin above your hip, as if you had been tased there repeatedly.
His jaw clenched. He could still remember the sounds he used to hear—your screams through the walls of the compound. He remembered when you eventually stopped begging for it all to stop.
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