#rug bug benny
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Feelings
Media The Queens Gambit
Character Benny Watts
Couple Benny X Reader
Rating Sweet + SMut
Requested:
Hey fiction witch, if u can see this I have a request, in the show Beth leaves New York and goes back to her house and when Beth and Benny r on the phone Benny gets upset and tells Beth to not call him, after that happens can u plz make y/n find out that Beth hurt Benny and y/n being her sweet and empathetic self, goes to comfort Benny in his house and yk wtv happens next 🤭 if u can make that story asap that would be amazing thank u 🙏
I shifted my hips from side to side humming along with the tune coming from my record player speaker, My hands in the hot water washing up the dishes and pots from dinner. I jumped as I heard my phone begin its blaring. So I left the last pot to soak trying off my hands on my apron as I scampered my shoes across the floor of my little townhouse I quickly turned down the volume on my record player as I passed the shelf, I lost my footing a little on the rug's stupid curled corner and went tumbling onto my sofa on my back, luckily just beside my phone table so I picked up the red rotary phone from the table bringing it to my ear.
"Y/l/n Residence." I smiled
"Hi y/n" Beth smiled
"Ohh, My my to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Harmon?"
"Oh you know, nothing unusual. How's queens?"
"Boring. But finally unpacked my last few boxes so shaping up nicely. How's kentuky?"
"Much the same" she smiled "So, I had a question."
"ahh there is the point of your call, of course, ask away"
"You've been to Moscow correct?"
"Yes, I have. I assume there is a follow-up question."
"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of packing. I know everyone says Moscow is cold but... exactly how cold?"
"When they say cold they mean cold beth. It's freezing in Moscow. The snow came up to my knees. I was so cold I ripped stuffing out of the hotel pillow to shove in my bra because I was convinced my nipples would freeze off. and that's coming from a New York girl" I laughed "Pack for ice. Pack for snow. Pack for seeing your breath inside buildings."
"Really?"
"If you're too hot you can always take layers off," I explained
"Fair enough,"
"That all?"
"I had something else to ask too"
"Sure, fire away."
"Did you... Like to fuck Benny?"
"That's a bold question for six pm"
"But did you, when you two were... together?"
I laughed "My darling Elizabeth. Me and Benny never have been... together. Not officially anyway."
"But when you did. Did you like to?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"You can say every time you've had sex you liked it? sometimes stuff's just shit"
"But other than those times"
"I did. Course I did. Benny... is a complicated man"
"How so?"
"Because he's Benny" I laugh "He's weird, he thinks fifteen steps ahead at any one moment, he's passionate and dedicated with an ego big enough to fly himself to Moscow and back, but he's also... you know a man. so he's blunt and simple, and can't see a hint five inches in front of his face." I explained, "Why?"
"I think. it might be over."
"Over? Did it ever begin?"
"I mean... kinda. sort of. It's complicated."
"Beth. What happened?"
"So you know how Benny's been bugging me to come to New York"
"Yes. Because he misses you. That's his way of saying that."
"Yeah he even told me"
"He told you he missed you?"
"Yes"
"And you did what?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing!"
"Yeah I mean we called a little more but not much else. and I kinda... pissed him off"
"What did you do?"
"I gave the church the money back. I tried to ask him for money. if he wants to come he can help me pay for it right? he flipped out and told me not to call him again. That was... two days ago and he won't answer the phone. Guess I'm just kinda..."
"You're serious?" I sighed
"Yeah."
"Okay... I have not got time to deal with you" I sighed sitting up normally "All I'm gonna say is you've fucked up Beth. And I am going to clean this up, not because I want to help you. But because I care too much about Benny. I will call you later and we will have a chat" I told her before hanging up the phone
"Fuck..." I sighed "Harmon, you do make my life difficult" I grabbed the phone again and dialled the number for the Brooklyn basement listening to it ring but no answer, I tried again but still no answer, I gave it one more try but still no answer.
I gave up setting the phone back on the receiver and I got to my feet untieing my apron throwing it on the kitchen table grabbing my handbag making sure to grab my spare key. changing my shoes and slipping on my gloves before rushing out locking up my front door as I scampered down the steps of the stoop I unlocked the door on my little red mini threw my bag on the passenger seat quickly started the car up and scampered through the New York streets using all the little cut thoughts I knew to travel the six miles from my townhouse in queens to the basement in Brooklyn. I pulled my mini up behind the little blue Beatle parked and grabbed my bag climbing out of the car and heading down the little foul-smelling stairwells until I finally reached the metal door giving it a firm few taps. No answer came. but I could hear noises from within. I knocked much louder but still no answer came.
I rolled my eyes grabbed the spare key from my handbag forced it into the lock and opened the door shutting it behind me immediately I could tell things weren't good.
This apartment was dark, gloomy and damp as usual, bottles littered his table enough you could use them as pieces in a chess game, and things haphazardly moved around the apartment. And Benny amongst it all. Barefoot. Black jeans tight to his body, his belt gone, his black turtleneck on with his sleeves rolled up, frustration across his face, a beer in hand that he finished and there across his apartment smashing it on the wall.
“Benny?”
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced up at me “Hey y/n.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I'm fine” he snapped grabbing a cigarette from his table setting it in his mouth and lighting it up with his old Zippo
“Benny.” I glared
“I'm fine.” He snapped
“Beth called me.”
“Did she now? You come down to tell me I'm an asshole”
“I don't make judgements till I hear both sides” I answered “So, tell me what happened.”
“So it fucking -”
“Calmly.”
“It's over. I'm done with her. I have put up with so much shit from her. She treats me like a doormat, and only calls me when she needs something. Well she can go fuck herself” he says pacing around his apartment
“Okay, what exactly happened?”
“She gave the money back. Asked me to pay for us. She ignored everything I told her. All because she didn't want to sign some worthless bit of paper. Now I can't go to Moscow with her. Fine, she clearly didn't want me with her anyway.”
“Alright, and you told her?”
“I told her not to call me again. She wants to do this on her own fine. She can. She won't hear a word from me, but she can fuck off if she wants anything.”
“You've been ignoring calls?”
“I didn't exactly feel like talking right now”
“Alright, go get changed and I'll make you some tea”
“I don't -”
“Benny. Don't make me bonk you with a spoon”
“Fine I will get changed” he sighed going to his room “and make coffee.”
“No tea. Coffee will keep you up and you do not need more energy right now” I explained going and making some nice tea one for me and one for Benny taking and sitting them both on the small table in the centre of the living space, as well as a glass of water I took a small dustpan and brush from the cabinet and cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle as well as any other little mess that littered the apartment. I went to the small record player beside the chair and for a moment flipped through his small collection grabbing a nice album of some gentle swing music adding it to the player letting it spin and turning it down to almost nothing, and I took a seat on the pile of pillows he used as a sofa. Soon enough he returned with a fresh set of clothes, some new jeans, a black T-shirt and his green button-down
“There you feel a little better now?”
“It is nice to have some fresh clothes on” he grunted back
“Come on” I offered patting the pillow beside me
“I'm not in the mood y/n”
“Benny. Come here.”
He rolled his eyes but came and sat beside me still as angry and frustrated as before leaning his head against the exposed bricks
“Good, now when did you last drink something?”
“I'm not thirsty”
“Did I ask that?”
“No”
“When did you last drink something? You're only going to give yourself a headache” I told him, offering him the water but he turned away “Hydrate. Or I will hit you with a spoon”
He took the glass and had a sizable sip
“Thank you, now come here and talk it out”
“Y/n I know you mean well but I’m-”
“I will get the spoon in a minute.” I warn “Come” I demanded patting my thigh
He rolled his eyes but leant over so I wrapped my arms around him letting him lay his head in my lap “I don't see how this is going to help”
“You need to acknowledge and work through your feelings”
“I don't have feelings. I'm a man.”
“Ohh no you don't have feelings. That's why you've been spending your days in a dark basement drinking like a fish and frustrated smoking. No feelings at all” I smiled gently petting his soft fluffy hair
“I don't need to work through my feelings.”
“Yes, you do. Otherwise, you're just going to be angry forever. And god knows I can't deal with that” I laughed
“Fine” he sighed
“Take a moment just to clear the brain” I smiled playing with his hair in all the usual spots he liked me too
“My brain doesn’t clear.”
“Then hyperfocus. On the ticking of the clock, the nice gentle music, clear the mind of all other things and just exist for a moment”
We sat for a few moments just enjoying the quiet of his basement, the gentle hum of the music and the rhythm of our breaths
“Okay” He nods sounding far calmer than before
“That help?”
“A little”
“Okay do a Big breath in.”
“Why do I-”
“Benny” I warned so he did as I asked “Big breath in. And back out. Another one in… and another out. Okay? Feel a little better?” I smiled walking him through it a few times
“A bit”
“Are you calmer?”
“Somewhat”
“So, tell me what happened”
“You going to tell me when I’m wrong?”
“No. I'm not going to say anything you just explain and I will listen.”
“I try asking her for months to come up to New York, actually spend some time together, no she's busy she needs to do this, she needs to do that, she ghosts me for six months, okay I try asking to go to Paris with her support her with the tournament, no she's going on her own, she can't afford to take me too, so fine she goes on her own only when she's fucked herself up so bad she looses her tournament and has headlines everywhere she was drunk as a sailor then! I got a call. I try to be supportive and offer to pick her up from the airport. No, she wants to be alone. I try to talk her through everything and offer her a safe space, so we can be together and work stuff out, no she wants to be alone. She wants to drink. Fine, I try! I try and say she can drink so long as she came here no she wants to go and get drunk. She goes home to Kentucky and ghosts me again. She calls me finally because she wants my advice and again I try to get her to come here, I try and be nice hell I told her I fucking missed her nope she wants to stay on her own meaning she wants to fucking drink. And again I'm ghosted. She completely ignores what I tell her to do. She gives the church their money and calls me up like I'm the problem! Like I haven't spent the last year waiting for your phone calls like some abandoned puppy! Says she's paying her own way to Moscow and can't afford to take me with her, if I wanna come I need to pay, when she knows full well I don't have two thousand dollars laying around to jet off to Moscow. Accused me of gambling it all away. So fuck it. Fuck her. She wants to go and her drunk and fuck her life up that's her decision she's not taking me down with her. I'm not staying as her fucking doormat fuck to treat her how she wants. If she'd rather get drunk than be with me fine I hope she and her bottle are happy”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“Benny, feelings are not shit. use your words. Not just your swears.”
“Like… why should I bother you know? Like I'm trying so so much and you're giving absolutely nothing back. And that makes me feel like I'm the asshole for wanting anything”
“You're not an asshole for wanting acknowledgement Benny. You've done a lot for Beth and it's not easy for you to be emotionally numerable”
“Exactly! It's like you bare your fucking soul to someone and their response is okay cool. What else? Like I don't know what more you want from me. Am I being a dick? Asking for too much or something?”
“I don't think so, I do think you also need to respect Beth is also not an emotional person. The two of you aren't going to have a great emotional conversation because neither of you are good emotional communicators and that's fine some people aren't, but it would seem you are putting a lot of effort in, now Beth may not see it as a lot of effort in her mind and may not be seeing how much effort that Is for you and not appreciate it as much or it could be that she just expects more. and if you can't give her that then you can't there's nothing wrong with that Benny”
“Do you think I'm an emotionally distant person?”
“You can be. You're… very practical Benny. You're emotional to the extent of practically, when emotions aren't useful you don't bother to express them. But I do think you not in the wrong here you've made a lot of moves to be more outwardly expressive and it was clear you were upset long before this” I explained “I think, and of course, you don't need to take my advice. But I think you and Beth need time apart I think you both need to not see one another, not speak to one another, for a couple of weeks I think you both need to separately decide the kind of relationship you want together. If you want to have the kind of relationship where you call every other day and talk or if you want a relationship where you talk every six months how much emotional investment you each have needs to be equal and it clearly isn't so I think spend time apart to think and when she gets back from Moscow you two need to talk and see where you go from here.”
“... Your right.” He sighed sitting up “Where did you learn all this stuff anyway?” He asks having some tea
“Therapy. You know that thing I keep telling you to go to”
“I don't need therapy”
“Everyone needs therapy, Benny.”
“I don’t”
“Yes, you do.” I told him “You have a lot of untapped emotional issues rattling around in that big head of yours” I told him having some tea “And I’m boarder line convinced you have… some type of-”
“No I don’t” he snapped
“Benny you hyperfocus on chess, don’t understand your own emotions, freak out when someone tries to touch your skin, and use your rings like fidget toys… and you don’t think there might be a possibility you could have some form of -”
“No.”
“Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you” I giggled “You should go to therapy though Benny.”
“Ohh what because I have ‘emotional trauma’?”
“Yes. you do.” I told him “Even if it's just having someone to talk to, to rant about your problems”
“That's why I have you”
“I'm not your therapist Benny”
“Sorry”
“It's fine” I smiled pressing a kiss to the top of his head “You really liked her didn't you?”
“I did. I kinda thought we were the same. Maybe we're too much alike”
“Do you think maybe… you're seeing the bad things in Beth that you see in yourself?”
“Kinda. I think it's … made me realize how bad it is to be on that side of it. To be the one waiting by the phone on the promise of a call that never comes. I think I'm .. trying though. I can see how bad it is and in trying to fix it but just feels like bailing a bucket out a lake”
“Well, baby steps. Just the fact you see it and are making steps is still better. You're never going to bail the lake if you don't start with a bucket”
“I guess so. It makes me wonder… how she sees me. I know officially we didn't label anything but, I kinda think she just saw me as a chessboard that could make her cum”
“What did you want her to be?”
“....I don't know. Guess I wanted someone to call. Someone to spend time with. Someone who wants to talk to me. Listens to me. Makes me feel like what I say makes a difference. Like I Matter to them. Someone who gets excited about spending time with me, who wants to be with me not because we might play chess or we might have sex but just because we like being together”
“You ever tell her that?”
“No.”
“Then … you can't expect her to give you that Benny. She's not a mind reader. She doesn't know that's what you want same as you don't know what she wants. You two are both people not great at emotions be the best course is to straight forward sit her down and say that's what you want and if that's not what she wants you can either try to find a middle ground or that can be it”
“Your right. But I don't want to see her. Or talk to her. I don't completely want to think about her but there's no getting out of that” he explained lighting another cigarette “But I'm done. Unless she's willing to try I don't want anything more than to be her friend”
“If that's what you want. That's what you want” I smiled taking the cigarette from him putting it out in the table’s ashtray “You’re not smoking because you want it you smoking because your frustrated.” I laughed
“Your therapist tell you that too?”
“No. I just know you, Benny. Besides you’ve been doing really good. Don’t destroy all your progress just because you’re mad” I told him
“You rather I drink?”
“I’d rather you have healthy coping mechanisms but you know… baby steps.” I smiled “You feel a bit better? Got all that off your chest?”
“Yeah. Thanks y/n.”
“Your welcome” I smirked having some tea “It's kinda funny”
“What is?”
“That's exactly what I wanted. Back when we …”
“Really?” He asks
“Yeah. I'd have killed for you to want to spend time with me without it seeming like I was dragging you away from something you wanted to do more”
“.... Fuck. I was a dick.”
“You kinda were.” I laughed “But we wanted different things that's okay”
“I feel like shit. Maybe things would be different if I figured out this is what I wanted”
“Maybe” I shrug “But you didn’t want that then that’s fine you can change your mind as life changes, that wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted then”
“You’re a very emotional person. I think I struggled with that”
“I can be… overly emotional. In working on it. Trying not to overthink everything so much.” I said “How do you think it felt for me sitting here miles deep in overthinking as to why you weren’t talking to me, that you were mad, that I did something wrong, all the while you just sat there playing chess completely unaware I was even upset being quiet because… you like to sit quietly.”
“I saw you were upset… when it was too late. By the time I picked up on it you crying so far down an emotional rabbit hole even if I did know How to deal with it, it was kinda too late”
“And yes that is on you for not noticing my emotions but also on me for not being clearer with them, literally could have fixed all my overthinking with, Benny are you mad at me? But no I wanted to sit there pouting getting more and more anxious waiting for you to figure out that I was worried.”
“I always felt like a dick for asking you what was wrong,”
“Because I wanted you to pick up on it. I didn’t want to tell you I just wanted you to pick up and fix it. And that's on me. That was my issue and I’m getting better. Can’t expect people to know everything. But you're getting better too, learning when people are upset being more outwardly emotional if you need a little coaxing.”
“Or threatening”
“Everyone is different Benny. The sooner you realize that the easier life is. Everyone you speak to, and everyone you see is completely different we all think differently, behave differently, and have different responses to things, and no one can read minds. We all need to give each other a little more slack because we don't know what's going on in their head and they'll never know what's happening in ours. Some people can read emotions across your face like a book, some people need to be told or they'll never learn. I was an emotionally overthinking young woman craving emotional intimacy without having to ask for it. While being in a non-official relationship with a man who can't read emotions, has a hard time expressing his feelings and craves reassurance. On top of the very basic one, what's to fuck one wants to love problem. You surprised it went south?”
“I crave reassurance?”
“Benny. You're a chess player who dresses like a goth pirate.”
“Point taken”
“It's fine people grow and change neither of us are the people we were then”
“That's true” he nods “Can I get the number for your therapist?”
“Why?”
“He sounds good. The fact you rattled all that off is pretty impressive”
“Find your own therapist. Don't want conflicts of interest”
For a moment he was puzzled “You talk about me in therapy?”
“Yeah”
“God was I that much of a cunt?”
“No. You’re my friend. Our lives are very intertwined is all” I laughed leaning on his shoulder
“that’s fair” he laughed “... Do you think I ask for too much? With Beth?”
“I think… you ask for more than she's comfortable with. Let's face it Benny your fighting against an addiction. You might have an ego and you might love chess but you're not physically addicted to it”
“I just feel like in trying so hard, pushing myself so far beyond what I'd normally be comfortable with the least she can do is try”
“if that's how you feel. Then I think she should respond to that”
“I'm not a dick?”
“I don't think so” I smiled
“Thanks y/n. I'm really thankful you came over”
“Well I can't just leave you someone has to try and get you through these gross… feelings you're not used to”
“Can you stay?”
“What?”
“Can you stay? I don't think I wanna be on my own tonight”
“Of course Benny”
We stayed up a little long chatting about things but soon it came time for bed he put up the air bed for himself and I took his bed even if I argued but he let me have it.
I changed borrowing one of his shirts for the night getting cosy in the warm bed.
The lights out the only sound the occasional sound of the New York cars above the basement.
I was about to drift off when I perked up hearing the creek of the door and soon enough the covers moved and Benny crawled in with me
“Hi”
“Hi”
“Did you want your own bed back?”
“No, I just… I don't wanna be alone right now” he says slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his body my hips to his my back to his chest squeezing me almost like I was his teddy bear
“Okay Benny, you don't need to worry I'll be right here,” I reassured letting him squeeze me tightly to his body, he held me tight pressing his lips to my shoulder
“Can I get my anger out?” He asked
“Alright” I nodded
He moved and pushed me down on my back “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I nodded
He nodded and leant down to nibble and kiss my neck, before he pulled down his boxers and tugged off my panties, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted, often bitting his lips and gritting his teeth letting out his frustration and anger though the movement of his hips. He began to slow so I smiled and held his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips slowly “Reveling in your anger is not going to make you feel better” I smiled stroking his stomach as I moved
“I know. I just wanted to get the anger out” he sighed moving his hips with me
“Wouldn’t this be nicer?”
“It is much nicer.” he smiled “Nice and calming” He cooed sitting up a little and wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest for an intense kiss I smiled into the kiss as I moved my hips faster trying to match his own speed getting more and more intense the longer it went on I knew I was close starting to nibble on his neck as I began to slow getting close to my edge he noticed and smirked making sure to work as hard as he could letting out the last of his frustration until I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me and riding it out before he collapsed against the bed and I basically fell off onto the other side
“Feel better now Benny?”
“Yeah” he nods between gasps “That is way better than therapy”
“They're not mutually exclusive Benny.”
“I still think this is better”
“You can’t just ignore your feelings and deal with your frustrations through sex” I told him
He smirked and turned over to spoon me “Did it work?”
“...yes but?”
“Did it work?”
“Yes.”
“Then I'm gonna do it” he shrugs
“Alright Benny, if that’s how you wanna deal with your feelings” I laughed “Come on, let's get some sleep”
“Alright, Night”
“Night” I smiled giving him a little kiss before we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep.
I yawned as I woke up I gently pushed Benny’s arms off me climbed out the bed and headed across the apartment, I went to the kitchen and began to make coffee humming to myself a little.
“Morning,” Benny spoke up from the bedroom door
“Morning, How are you feeling today?”
“Better. Much better” he smiled coming and wrapping his arms around me giving my neck some kisses “You always make me feel better”
“I do?”
“You do. I’m sorry”
“For what?”
“For being a dick, when we…” he began “I realize it and I’m sorry”
“That's very sweet. Apology accepted. I’m sorry for how I was too”
“Apology accepted” he smiled
“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the shit from Beth”
“It’s fine. I know how to deal with it”
“Oh?”
“She can find another doormat. She wants to drink and wants to go on her own she can. I don’t want that. We can be friends if she wants but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like I want anything more”
“Okay. I’m proud of you, for expressing your feelings” I smiled
“Did you wanna stay for a while? Spend some time together?”
“Is that also part of you dealing with this?” I giggled turning to face him
“Kinda. But Now I know what you wanted. And I want that too. Maybe now we're a little older we’ll be better, more communicative, better with our feelings. So? Did you wanna try again?”
“On one condition.”
“Oh?”
“Go to therapy, Benny.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“How much therapy?”
“How about one session, one date.”
“Three dates one session”
“Two.” “Deal” he smiled pulling me into a sweet kiss “Will you help me find one?”
“Yes, I will.” I giggled “Come on we’ll have coffee and a cuddle”
“Sounds perfect”
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Blue sky is fuvkn stupid Emna. I wss bugging you on that site too but it aint you i can tell. Not really youre about as able to give your opinion as the dumskies who impersonate you are. I like of you rvrn thoughnpeopke tell me that chick is fucked. Anyone vmcan say thet sbput snyone especially me. Or about me i mean. Notice nobe of the americans wre as copl or well written as ne? Ha ha ga fuvk stupid monkeys. Muchael kearon sll of them. If theyre not vapifdly stupid thryreca fuvkn nonce. Even Harrison Fords a ding hat. Tom cruise sll of them i could out snything sny of thrm dxcept naybe act. But im way better company. By far i can tell. Suck my middle finger bollyweirdos. Nobyheyre eeirdos or no ces or both. Weinstein was big down thete for awhile llok what hapoened to him. Fuckneith the white man hspyens everytime ir worse. No youre not so up to speed. He fucked with the wrong whote eoman niw hes fucked. Benni snd honey dhermsn fucked eith the wrong tussian look how thry ended up. I can do thst to anykne Emma regarfkess og their affiliations im way bigger n vaddwr om ehite after all. Nit yhat i let it go to my hewd the evidrnce os yhrye we re bad ass. More than anyone. If wecteam up Emma eith that Rusdian gang yhe big man runs that neans death to black people. Uh itll be a very different world soon. Some think its the only way to save humanity. Come in jeep up to speed please. By getting tidof 60 percent of the earths population. And only leaving certsin HIGHER cultures to inherit the earth or steal itvegatever. Borriw it yhet makes no fmdifference. Its like tomato tamaato. Doesnt matter when thevresult is deadly. This has hapoened before. On ouposevi though you read. No i forgot more thsn youll ever read. Im older by many years tjan i appear Emma. Toy should be curious about me by now a lotnif people are. Maybe these ideas arent for you donehat theyll haplen anyway. And while everyones sweeping entire nations under the rug. What do think trans peoples chances are? If room has to be made and boy look at the wars now thats making empty doaces and less people. The gaza strip is gonna be a mall. An israeli mall. Just gotta starve the locals out and let the eolves and ekements finish them off right? Ha ha ha.well lufes finny like thaf. You people get yo say thats bad on tv and i rule everything anyway. Youre on a doomed situstion with little chance of success. Unless of bourse upu had me on your team. They lost the election by being stubborn with me i still supported you guys. All my peopke dodnt bother showing up. So think better how you treat me from here on in. Im never going away i outlive yiu by years. Ya want me bugging you forever? i fuckn will. Because i cant stop thinking of you for better or worse. And un yhe end i get you snywsy. No i mean after death yiu font get how powerful i sm at all. I msje your oroncess look like s lil baby. No ive devidedvto leave her out of this. Inlikd her dhes rate i like rate people. Most peolke ate common and i dont mean like the song. Thats just a vuye song not ever reality. Commob oeolle gwt fucked yp in my books Emma. They deserve it for being do common. Too common ya know. But uoure rare im very very rare the last of my kind. Wed better friends thsn cryber stalkers. I dont give a dhit about anyone just about im Azriel theyte naval lint. Ezceot for ny fav girks i dont want them ever feeling second best because theyre all number 1 to me. But i only need onecand whethercwe like itmor not yiu and i have chemistry and you know it. Im more dangerpus than the bubonic llagie or an stom bomb. Why do you think im still here laughing and making a fool of everyone??? You people shoukd be less common if you want respect ftom God. Youre like that to justify youre boring weak idiot kifestyles and ghe fact you dont care. Bout anything realky. Toi bysy too stupid. Emma you are a dlave to me. Ill have to write the killer lines you have no backbbone yo really stand up to people. Or youre worried youll lose fans? Your fans arevthe fuckn best! Not a chance.

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Yep.Another fanart of the Ant Hill Mob. Because these guys ARE JUST CUTE. Hope you like them! Artwork (c) @CreativeCuquiLuWacky Races (c) Hanna Barbera WATCH IT - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYyk245xeXI
#the ant hill mob#wacky races#clyde#ring a ding#mac#danny#rug bug benny#willy#kirby#these hashtags are their names btw#speedpaint
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Benny had such a clever moment! Sometimes he does something that just completely shocks me and reminds me that even though he's a batshit little reactive mess, he has always had pretty amazing comprehension.
Like when he was a puppy off the top of my head, he
got mad that the robot vacuum was pulling the rug around, so went ahead of it to pull the tasseled rug out of the way???
Generalized the "tap it" cue he initially learned for his piano, to mean slapping anything?? Squishes bugs, opens his pen door, smacks the aforementioned robovac etc
Understands the combined cues of "get it" (toy) and "off" (me, furniture, surface) to mean removing his thing
Apparently he knows now that putting a wet toy on me is an automatic "get it off" because TODAY when his ball accidentally fell in the water bowl while we played fetch ----!!!!
Instead of bringing it to me, he TOOK IT to the rug and DRIED IF OFF by rolling it around
Boy?????
I didn't get a good video but he did this several times on two different rugs I can't believe him
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Dr. Benzedrine hcs bc Buddy and I have many thoughts
5′3″
really bright blue-green eyes
copper hair that's super messy, always (he covers it with the hat)
has stuffed animals (specifically a giant bear)
shares a room with donnie
super close friends with donnie
donnie and him have fairy lights just try and convince me otherwise (they have a braided rug too and that’s a very important detail to me)
donnie brings bugs in jars and shit in the room and benze hates it
animals love donnie and benze hates animals
he plays guitar, piano, and can sing (wont admit to it tho, he plays in the underground under the stage name soul punk)
like cobra starship (night shades specifically), the killers, and idkhow, stuff like that, i couldn't find a genre (also green day)
hates driving
hates getting drunk
is probably nocturnal but his sleep schedule is so out of wack it doesn't matter
donnie paints murals on their walls (not about benze but we’re mentioning it anyway)
has a doctorate (chemistry, but he knows a bit about engineering)
side note- kobra has a doctorate and they probably had the same engineering class
likes spicy food bc the city food was super bland
was re educated and after that was never really “stable”
hates needles because of re education (same as Party Poison)
gets nightmares bc of re education (part of the reason he shares a room with donnie)
went from gay -> aro gay -> aro ace (possibly demisexual, he thought about it a whole lot and came to the conclusion he didn’t really care, he’d just roll with whatever he was feeling at the moment)
he/him or neopronouns, doesn't really have a preference as long as it isn’t she/her
son of one of the director’s councilmen, but he practically raised himself and that’s what allowed him to sneak out of the city quickly
same age as sandman (also he’s a Virgo)
on the rare occasion he is drunk he gets super emotional
probably needs reading glasses
likes viva la gloria by green day A LOT
2nd favorite is Fucked In Love by Cobra Starship
hates party poison but that’s the only member of the fab four he dislikes (ghoul is on the edge tho, if he wasn’t friends with donnie-)
gets absorbed in whatever he’s working on and will just forget to eat or drink
falls asleep working more than he’d like to admit
is not neat (hes always messy but he knows where stuff is) calls it controlled chaos
sunburns BAD
doesn't really like touching, but he’ll hug his crew every once in a while
gets all flustered when somebody mentions his smile because he is an absolute dork (his eyes and nose crinkle up and he blushes)
has lots of notebooks and definitely writes in all of them but he can never remember what he wrote in which one
donnie puts candles in their room
donnie has brought a rabbit named Jack into their room as well as a coyote puppy, both times benze was asleep and they were put on the bed with him, both times he nearly had a heart attack
has broken party poison’s nose
donnie is the only one allowed to call him benzie or bennie
will correct you if you say mr. benzedrine
talks to himself a lot, sometimes he refers to himself as mr. benzedrine, like he’s talking to a different person
he’s got faint freckles
very pale
likes make up a lot and its pretty good at it (but he doesnt do like really crazy make up, just sorta basic colors)
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Moth Mondays with the Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera: Mac of the Ant Hill Mob per The Perils of Penelope Pitstop
It's not too often that you had Chicago-model mobster types (as made their debut in Wacky Races, recall) eventually segue over into a protector role (thanks to one of its two spinoffs) ... but in the end, how could you imagine the Ant Hill Mob kicking back on a Saturday eveing, say, between rescues? Perhaps Mac can explain it best:
It doesn't seem all that often we can have some serious time to ourselves, but when that does become possible, perhaps the finest way we know how is with nothing less than a wonderful spaghetti dinner. Specifically, angel-hair pasta with red clam sauce. (As in tomato sauce with diced clams added, should anybody get any ideas.) And it can certainly get as crazy as crazy gets.
Now, witness one particularly snowy evening a couple winters back. The roads turned out rather treacherous thanks to snow and ice, and the radio was advising no unnecessary travel, even with the Bullet-Proof Bomb. So for all the ennui of a post-holiday season winter's Saturday night, nothing was too good for us than to fix one of our legendary spaghetti dinners. And with Clyde directing the effort, no manner of waste was expected. It had to be "by the book." And two things Clyde definitely insists on: Angel-hair pasta, in particular that imported from Italy--and mind you, Italian law insists that all pasta be made from durum semolina and water, which some say explains a chewier texture when served--and diced clams in tomato sauce.
Taking things up a notch, Danny had this notion of extreme efficiency in suggesting that the clam juice from the diced clams we use be added to the water in which the pasta is boiled in. No doubt adding to its mystique, even allowing for a rather substantial pot used to boil the angel hair in. Yet you just have to know when it gets to be too much for the clam juice to be too overpowering to be a mere flavour accent.
As for the tomato sauce: Experience with the jar and canned pasta sauces, even those abomination known as Ragú and Prego, have led Clyde in particular to believe that the best pasta sauce worthy of the diced clams used in these spaghetti dinners is the homemade sort. Especially when you have Kirby recalling that the Spatini spaghetti sauce mix made some especially good such as served at his mother's house. Now, Spatini--which may not be around in your supermarket these days, but is available through the likes of The Vermont Country Store or Amazon--was a sort of powder which you add canned tomatoes, tomato sauce or pureed tomatoes to to produce as close to homemade pasta sauce as it could get. And I MEAN homemade. With just the right amount of body that wouldn't cause serious stomach upset when you add the diced clams; Rug-Bug Benny, when we tried using jar pasta sauce from the supermarket of the "extra hearty" sort, had some rather pathetic stomach upset which, I have to acknowledge, not even Alka-Seltzer could deal with.
Which is when we came across with the idea of using Spatini along with canned stewed tomatoes. Not just any stewed tomatoes; Clyde insisted on stewed plum tomatoes. And he explained it by recalling where his own grandmother was fond of not only cultivating prize-winning plum tomatoes from seed stock brought over from "the old country," but also producing rather delicious spaghetti sauce with same. And to ensure the right sort of consistency for the sauce, Clyde also insisted on crushing the stewed tomatoes, with their liquid as well, through a food mill just before the Spatini is incorporated and the whole simmered--with a bit of Italian red wine to add some "spark." (The clams are traditionally added just before the whole is served; such is basically the advice with seafood.)
So what could be finer complements than the inevitable garlic bread, some Italian mineral water (we usually prefer San Pellegrino, but if Ferrarelle is available, we serve that; for our money, I have to admit, Ferrarelle is a slightly crisper-tasting mineral water, especially with a squeeze of lemon juice), shredded Parmesan and Romano cheeses ... and afterwards, decent espresso. Even if it's from one of those stove-top espresso makers which seem to be unpredictable; once, Ring-a-Ding was working one of those high-end espresso machines that Clyde was somehow able to get on the cheap, and for some resason, the whole blew up. Too much steam pressure, perhaps. Hence, the Bialetti stove-top espresso.
Add for ambience some classic Puccini operas on the CD player ... and hoping the power didn't come off because of sleet bringing down the power lines.
"... and that's the story from The Moth"
(The preceding is an independent fanfic feature having no official connexion or association with The Moth. For more information, please visit TheMoth.org. And tune in to The Moth Radio Hour weekends on your local public radio station; check your local radio listings for day and time.)
#fanfic#hanna barbera#the moth#moth monday#the ant hill mob#the perils of penelope pitstop#spaghetti with clam sauce#spaghetti dinner#crossover#mineral water#san pellegrino#ferrarelle#espresso
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The thoughts of a highly famous gal or chap - writing deeply of the raw longing for what we call a normal life- withdrawn from the spot light- not just a couple lines stitched together but a bleeding cry- a 69 flip of the slippery (unstable curiously). An Alcoholic mudhole<that kind> the writing of the stuck(or maybe not)- just show me the wiggling wonder of an unknown existence. What is it like to run on the only thing you know neatly? The Keen Kernaled Firecap. The flame in those lilacs descend as a stranger in my chair - In my pile of change on the floor in my Samaritan stainshed. At random we gallop- in our grape soda "Ballerina Sometimes". Our Lulu respirators. Yanked and slanted- All the Hank scorpions of a Razoring Reprinting- remalping spun chimes into our razzling neighbors boomstamps. The exchange of pudding and soupsounds-their recipe books- balking-in the house of our breakthrough we chant. Champion sonnets for our vigorous debate. We race in fort Brag (shut your damn cloudgrip) *oh grant me A Serenity* And We stick forks in the graves of the animal house- (Stack your monkey for the local farmers) Stack your monkey. Stamp your cunt with stickers of Disney characters- (don't tell me what to do) But treat me as I am. Bury yourself alive in Bettys Humble Cave. The sketch is vital. The sketch. Figure out your mean Mister . - Water this mold -shiver in your panicroom- for I love it there- invade the bug there. Slave to the snare. "I went through a Bad break up - and became a belly dancer for six weeks"- -Something Devin said on the R5 train- we were sitting on the side the sun met directly -me at the window-head against the glass. Casted and sailing and listening to Some Silly Crusher- her old adorable band in the garage- puffer lodge. Sparkled duck in the disco scrab. She wore a hat with animal ears- cute Caligula on exit mode. Songs about sex- acid rocked teenager playing fanboy line1. Ha! Fuzz. Here were two little girls in matching Japanese pancakes bopping at what we did -what we said - how we were pranksters- pins-pins- Alone. I smile when I think of our cared marshmallow horizon. Clicking our red shoes to the rhythm of the Louie Roses. More fuzz. -and some things make me laugh, Mrs Stiff and Squalid lashes. Got it? Its these small pickles of time condensed and skewed by our barnacle language. I dig MY OWN fingers into it- stroke the letters and BAKE them into my o- Into my own- Skulled cards. Read them Mrs. Muzzle. Flip your stupid grilled cheese sandwiches and look at the world's fat pink backhand- Put on this jacket of smacked lessons- so that your grasslands will grow and grow and graze over everything that is complete and sacked with carcass garbage. I got off the stuff. Needles in the trash. LISTEN UP. I did it okay and can laugh laugh laugh all I want to!☆ Take a plunge my Lady Locked. Look at me unchain myself. Look- see that it's real. Run into your own shiver. Shake the jukebox like your riding the best cock of your life. Like your riding the best. Hard knock. Knox Ride Woman. Crack those knuckles. -Women. Hopellessly devoted to the tightening up- to the unbuckling. Udon - seringe- violet snake. I am Needless- only for his rushing - rushing medical attention. Lumbered. Mastered. Mouth. Mumbled. Sedated. Sucked. Sore. Sorry. Im a Silly little brat. Still wining. Still looking at Your Hunt - Still looking at Your Ghost And the I heart huckabees cornucopia collie- Unstable in the bakery. Unstable in this bakery. Back with you at my high school job. My skirt is falling down as the phone ring rings - ringing past 3. Swung to all four of This Rooms Corners. My hands have dough dusted along the crev. Life lines filled up with the white. Oh Man. Youre pulling it down. Boss is gone. Doomed (in the corner i am) Spread like Marie's fine drapes- Then drug out by your invader. Caked. Situated in a drowning for your Pynchon diagram. The Last laugh- the last cry- so what ones going to be better? Both tennis balls being slacked by your racket- spanked by your partners. Shooting saliva -smock samples all over the floor. Beat by the sun- stomped by those gum souls. Chest breaking. We are Dead in the middle- Ha ha- you mangled- silly mango. Such a meaty texture. Suching. Seven sighs. ×Parking lots in the evening× "I am sorry to hear that you are unhappy with the work you are not doing" -again- I am laughing- Carter skips jokes in the air like rocks on the water. Slump. Yeah I complain about more than- [sink lower]- more things than just the W E A T H E R
Extreme in its soaked bag of a cloak-father. The Immediate dose- of hot thick suds in the veins. Spap me up. Soap your fingers up inside of me. We are drowning. Defend yourself. Make yourself think u can control me- can you? Send me off with your spoons. Gonna hit up my friend now- Jump in the van Time for sad piano. And we all drive in this rain And all the emerald leaves make out like French girls (palms around the cone- tounge gliding the cream) She is cut out to be teaching Him too- and probably me- let's all spin ourselves so fast around on the playground together. Let's make ourselves sick and forget our big big uncharitable dreams. Because we lust so bad for living- so let me brush up against these things I want so badly- almost lose them- throw them in the backseat of the car- clean up- vacume the car- find the things- thumb tack them to my boards- my chest- drag the tacks down. Carve out. I will show you me doing that. Again- can you? *watch*- can ya watch now- Sweaty doll- ripple me soft. Rip the rug from under me. I sware to God- M83 Godzilla- You will meet her absolutely. Haron Ontario Michigan Eerie Superior. Swung from the branches of all their rock hard-packed veins stemming to the ether- always racing out there away from our sunny land -magazine. Oh Ethan Tramadol - put us to sleep in the Lakes Lundragon. Snap our necks on the sandstone pie crust around it's ex- Next lover. Pierce our genitals. Pound our vox to the Yeasayer. Hit so hard it's black now but hey Hit so hard i am back now But hey Five seconds of the look on your face when I charge a fireballed- eye core. When I say goodbye and you fall out. When you go down my (Fuq- you know what you do) Some people listen - touch themselves over that five seconds - Five seconds stretched - looped and pulled- tugged- bulldogged delerious. It was those five long seconds of how she responded- how she didn't know yet- the way it made her grind against the wheel. Wilming around all hot and boilng - a bug in the pot. Unfixed under the hot wax of your cranked rhyme. Interupt this. Make yourself available- then dont- again back and forth we turn this glock. Licking limbs for a converged - silver death. Bubbling Moth. Mulp. SLing cuff. (It's discing) Straight through me shooting paper airplanes through the tinsel tolls- quiver in the stables. A Sorting spudged light driphouse- clipping in a couples pop. Jamming butterscotch oxygen - Smudgeing these suffering thighs on torched - testy freight trains. This skull(rather). Skum ray. The Scallion rape in stages game . Batter on the field sinner stays pillow tape- It's here- drooling. Pink bows on the stains. okay My Leading Knightfall- you jet velvet connotation-I know you see my PALLETS. Look the other way- fill up your boots with gauges. Cage yourself. Bail your hurt for Melody to write about- masterbate then write about you're misbehavings on Rye. B side companions This Company car Like when Benny got off the stuff and betty got a job as a waitress - ( Bukowski knows it like I do)- scissors resting over our friends over ourselves. There is no Benny - bettys Mandy- Mandys your sister and everyone's your hiding place. We Write your faggy clasping fantasy all over your calves - i drain your statutory release so you don't murder 45 people even though you need to. I need to too. Take care of it in the slits of our creations- my creature. My slame. And Mom and dad were fighting again. Mom shoved dad into the book case - every single book fell off the shelf except for a book about - ((inhales)) ((Shakes head- shakes the weight off)) ((exhales)) ((nods head))- The one with all pictures- all those places that dad went. A book of slides. He showed us all of them on the wall. Every color cut it's life into the plaster. Plugged into his traveling tremendous. I was barely aged. I was Unaware of this life but was injected with the purity of it and it's journey towards the same thing that sat between my ribs and my fingertips at 6 six years old- 5 years -4-3-2-1- - - there. Slap me up into it Lover- take me to the wall- to the pixels- Mix it up with your cum on the bed sheet- Punish me in the night so I can cry for the places I miss and yearn for. You want the same. I don't give a shit what it looks like- tell me what you need to get there. How bad do you want to go there. Show me how you need me to be. Shove me- Bend me to your whistled fireplace. Time is shit here. Keep undressing me. Look deep into my pools. They've been raped - rung out by a uncontrollable spasm. That cool? It was The first book that made me realize I was broken. Dangling in the midst of a message threading itself back into my bones where it came from- birthed by the lips of my sick- lumpy fate. Dad met me here. The washroom of Our Home
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Thumper
Media The Queens Gambit
Character Benny Watts
Couple Benny X Reader
Rating Sweet Af
Concept Pet Names
I hummed my little tune as I sat on the small round beige leather ottoman atop of the black and white patterned rug. My bare feet tucked up under myself to protect them from the cold concrete floor of the basement I called my home. My little grey dresses around me snugly with my black cardigan over me to keep out the chill buttoned up tightly across my chest. My hair sat perfectly fresh from its rollers and the half a bottle of hairspray that coated my curls. I had folded my ironing board on its lowest setting so it was at the perfect height for me sitting on the ottoman, the small basket of laundry to my left side and the table to my right. I picked up one of Benny's textured green button-downs fresh from the dryer and left it to cool I laid it out on my board doing the back first as it's the most amount of fabric spritzing it with my iron first to dampen the fabric before running my little iron over it removing every crease and crinkle, I did the back, sleeves, collar, and noticed he was missing a button again so I sighed folding it up and setting it on my pile to repair once I was done ironing.
"I don't know what you do Benjamin I really don't" I pouted as I moved on to one of his smaller cotton t-shirts
"Hum?" He asks, having not been paying the slightest bit of attention. Sat up the dining table or well the chess table as I fail to recall the last time we ate dinner on it. Chess board before him, notes perfectly parallel to his board pen atop the pad. His clock somewhere I didn't know his small coffee cup in hand having himself a sip of the coffee that was now likely cold as I made it for him an hour ago. He too had moved his bare feet away from the cold concrete floor, his jeans hugging him close his belt and knife somewhere else likely wrapped around our bedpost, his grey slightly silver striped button down around him the few higher buttons undone two because he wanted them to be and one of them because it has actually come off. He wouldn't let me fix it. His hair was loose and messy from his shower this morning it is now mostly dry in that fresh fluffy state.
"I don't know how you do it. You get thought buttons almost once a month" I complained as I worked
"Am I?"
"Yes," I laughed "what on earth are you doing? Ripping your shirts off?"
"Well if the damage is from ripping my shirts off I'm not completely to blame" he smirked leaning his elbow on the table, his hand on his chin. I gave him a glare and he only smirked back "am I my little flittermouse?"
"But mostly you"
"I don't deny it's mostly ripping and throwing my shirts around but I want you to admit you are also at fault"
"Why? What purpose would that solve?" I asked folding his shirt
"A boast to my ego" he shrugs
"You get quiet enough of those benny," I said grabbing the next shirt
"Umm yes I do" he winked
"I'm holding an iron and your favourite shirt. You wanna try this?" I warn
"Fine. Grumpy like flittermouse today" he says proceeding with his chess
"Why did I buy you that dictionary?" I rolled my eyes as I ironed
"You wanted me to expand my vocabulary"
"Yes to stop you using the word good in every sentence"
"And I leant lots of fun words. Especially once that reminds me of my darling little y/n"
"But flittermouse?"
"It suits you" he shrugs
"Ohhh, go play chess benny"
"I will" he smiled, continuing with his game so I continued on with my ironing until he spoke up again "y/n?"
"Yes?" I asked folding his jeans
"You're my little flittermouse"
"I know” I rolled my eyes
"But what am I?"
"Your benny." I answered "or Benjamin when I want to bug you or let you know you're in trouble"
"Really? I'm just benny? You don't think or refer to me as anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Like… do you ever sit and think, 'i hope my sweet honeybun is okay so far away' or that stupid little sugarplum I love so much' or 'your darling'? Perhaps"
"I refer to you as benny."
"You don't have a fun pet name for me?"
"My idiot?"
"Ohh. I kinda hope you called me something cute too"
"Did you want me to?"
"....maybe" he answered sheepishly
"Well, I have a few ideas" I smiled as I finished my ironing and put down my board so I hopped to the sofa and opened my arms, he needed no further instruction as he quickly scampered from his chair to the sofa nuzzling his head into my chest for a cuddle nuzzling his cold nose into my cardigan wrapping his arms around me as of I was a floating device and he was lost at sea in the freezing cold.
"Ummmm" he sighed happily
"Happy boy?"
"Ummm humm" he mumbled against me
"You wanna hear my ideas?"
"I would like to yes"
"Well I often call you my idiot"
"I'm well aware"
"Sometimes I call you my little snuggle bug"
"Awww you do?" He asks slightly picking his head up
"I do. Sometimes when you’re away for days I lay in bed thinking I hope my snuggle bug is nice and warm"
"Awww but why snuggle bug?'
".... Do I need to explain?' I asked looking at his current state
"Fair enough. I just like to snuggle"
"I know you do. It's sweet. My sweet benny likes to snuggle" I smiled
"Any other ones you use for me?"
"Well, I sometimes call you…"
"Ummm?"
"Thumper"
"Thu- Thumper!" He complained sitting up more so he could see my face "thumper! Why do you call me thumper!'
"You remind me of him"
"Remind you- in what way do I remind you of the rabbit from Bambi?"
"... I can't really explain it benny"
"Tell me"
"Fine" I giggled sitting comfortably and opening my arms "Come on"
he smiled and came for a cuddle I made sure he laid on his back so his head was in my lap looking up at me "Hi"
"Hi" I smiled humming my sweet little tune as I softly pet his hair he smiled nuzzling close and comfy with me every so often I'd find a little spot on his head that made his leg move a little I continued every so often intentionally making him do it and singing the little song "la..la...la lalaallaa" I sang making his leg bounce uncontrollably and he suddenly realized
"..... fair enough" He sighed realizing the situation he was in
"My little thumper" I giggled petting his hair
"I am not happy with this" he pouts
"Benjamin" I giggled playing with his hair
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm fine" he smiled nuzzling close
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