#benn

[helloarchivist]

You'd been deep in conversation with Beckman for the better part of an hour when your lover sidles up behind you, leaning into the sound of your voice. Shanks says nothing, doesn't interrupt, simply presses a lingering, tender kiss to the crook of your shoulder, the scrub of his beard warm and familiar as he settles in against your back to listen.

You hum contentedly and lean back against him, hand dropping to rest over his when he wraps it around your waist; Beckman responds to you, the gruff man betraying nothing of his reaction beyond the slight glimmering of warmth in his dark eyes--he'd never admit it outright, of course, but he dearly loves seeing his captain happy like this, loves that his friends have found such joy in each other.

Behind you, Shanks shifts, something light like laughter rumbling through his chest and against your back at something you said. You smile and nestle into him a little more tightly, that seed of contentment blossoming into something more steady and full when he squeezes you a little tighter in return. His chin shifts against your skin until you can feel the softness of his cheek resting further out against your shoulder. When you turn your head slightly to kiss his chin, Shanks sighs softly, almost dreamily, breathing the same contentment you feel out into the air between you.

Beckman, sensing the impending loss of his conversation partner for the evening, lights another cigarette, hiding the curve of a smile behind filter and flame as Shanks lifts his hand from your waist to tuck your hair back behind your ear. Affectionate, gentle.

"Everything alright, love?" You ask him softly, sweetly, turning to properly look at him at last, sinking into the endless deep of his warm, brown eyes.

Shanks smiles at you, wide and easy, and nods against your shoulder before turning his head slightly to press another kiss there.

"Just wanted to be able to see you while you're talkin', darling," he says earnestly, unabashedly, complete adoration etched across his beautiful features. He feels it when you blush, even before the heat rises to your cheeks, laughing as you grin; he watches the way your nose crinkles in giddy affection, commits to memory the little peek of your tongue between your teeth and the way your brows draw together just before a soft peal of laughter escapes you.

Beckman kicks his feet up on the table and leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of smoke up at the sky to give you a moments privacy when you turn in Shanks' grasp to kiss him, to slide your palms against his cheek and into his hair, to really hold him for a moment the way he's always holding you.

The conversation dies then, for a time, but not unhappily so, the silence and warmth that ensues just as comfortable as the talking had been. When Shanks folds you in against his chest, mission accomplished and well pleased, the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear sings to you a familiar song.

You're home, you're home, you're home.

[cherryblossom-chopper]

ღ Nightmares ღ

Comfort with Benn, Law, and Shanks

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Benn shushes your, running his calloused hands down your back. “Deep breaths. Practice with me,” he murmurs softly. Your shot nerves soothe as Benn’s chest expands. Your trembling begins to slow as Benn continues his deep slow breathing. “You’re doing a good job,” Benn praises you, his hands settling on the small of your back. You relax into his bare chest. “Thank you,” you murmur, “Sorry to wake you.” Benn takes a long moment, “Don’t apologize honey,” he finally says, “I’m happy to wake up if that means I get to see your face.”

・‥…━━━☆

Law jerks up right, his mind making the transition between the sleeping and waking world. His hands grope your side of the bed and Law frowns as he finds it empty. He quickly gets to his feet, calling out for you. The light from the hall bathroom makes him squint. Law knocks on the door, softly calling out your name. After a brief pause, you open the bathroom door. “You okay?” He asks, his eyes scanning your face. “Yeah, I just didn’t want to wake you up,” you say rubbing your eyes, “I just had a bad dream.” Law’s nose twitches, before he mirrors you by rubbing his own eyes. “You can just wake me up next time,” he grumbles, taking your hand. Law tugs you down the hall back to your bedroom. He doesn’t let you protest before cuddling you into his chest. “That’s better,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, “Want to talk about it?”

・‥…━━━☆

Shanks presses sloppy kisses over your neck. His arm rests on your hip as he murmurs sweet nothings against your skin. “Nothing bad is gonna happen to me,” he reassures, “I’d never leave you to deal with these knuckleheads all by yourself.” You sniffle softly leaning into him. “Promise?” You ask in a painfully meek voice. “Of course,” Shanks says without hesitation, “Believe me baby, it’d take a hell of a lot more than a few admirals to take me down.” You sigh, as Shanks’ hand rubs your hips with his thumb.

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[unartbean]

Turned my Beckman drawing into some pop posters

[meadow-roses]

different definitions of "denting" going on here adsfsdf

Benn and Kathryn belong to @larissa-the-scribe!

[letsreadonepiece]

obviously chap 1 was iconic (and im putting the iconic moments below the cut mostly for posterity lol), but shanks was actually so childish (love him),

and i never would have expected benn to use his gun like a bat before he actually used it to shoot. 😂 what a crew.

and ofc obligatory luff & shanks below the cut!

[buendischerwaldgang]

Die vielen Dinge, die du tief versiegelt durch deine Tage trägst in dir allein, die du auch im Gespräche nie entriegelt, in keinen Brief und Blick sie ließest ein,

die schweigenden, die guten und die bösen, die so erlittenen, darin du gehst, die kannst du erst in jener Sphäre lösen, in der du stirbst und endend auferstehst.

– Gottfried Benn, aus: Epilog 1949

[larissa-the-scribe]

So, it's Valentine's Day, and I got seized with the sudden and ambitious urge to draw one of my OC couples for the occasion (ambitious because me? draw two people actively interacting with each other?). However, I'm torn between my current story and my OGs like Benn and Kathryn.

Brief explanations below the cut

Jeanne and Stanton — Coworkers. Stanton has had a crush on her for a while and wants to support her and help her have a better life, but Jeanne doesn't know how to be a person and has to figure out what being in love with someone could even look like. Plus he's technically her antagonist right now, because she's harboring the fugitive he's trying so hard to catch...

Benn and Kathryn — From Benn's perspective this was an intense enemies-to-lovers, and from Kathryn's, she just wanted to befriend the grumpy guy and then Whoops what are these feelings? They are The power couple. They got married and have twins and continue to roam the multiverse doing good and adopting children.

Lyn and Zo — Lyn (former college student) is depressed and wants to sacrifice herself for the greater good, and Zo (former assassin) thinks that's stupid because she's amazing and has so much to offer the world if she's alive and he WILL keep her from dying, so help him. Lyn is pining and in denial because it's less messy to just stuff the feelings into her back pocket and hope they go away. Zo is clueless and thinks that absolute devotion is just what being best friends is like. He's not wrong exactly, but the heart palpitations and urge to kiss her should give him a clue that there's more going on.

Jarryd and Ashley — you know that awkward moment when you're supposed to kidnap someone to be your grandfather's experiment, but then you get trapped in a broken-down spaceship, form a real connection, become friends, and then after mutually rescuing each other multiple times you fall in love? It was a weird few years for them.

Rhys and Mara — skeptic and gremlin. Rhys would like to be in his comfort zone, thank you very much, and Mara wants to Explore the World and get into trouble. Rhys would much rather be the side character, but unfortunately he's the protagonist—and now Mara's enabling him against his will.

Gail and Michael — they've been married for a few decades and love each other deeply. They don't have much screen time since Michael was traveling during most of the story, but when he comes back and finds his wife telling him ghost stories, he believes her and helps her build the ghost a terrarium.

[newstech24]

Stars retain Jamie Benn on 1-year, incentive-heavy deal

Jun 26, 2025, 12:24 PM ET Dallas Stars captain Jamie Benn re-signed to a one-year, incentive-laden contract Thursday. Benn’s deal has a base wage of $1 million plus an extra $3 million in potential efficiency bonuses. He’ll obtain $500,000 every for enjoying in 20, 30, 50 and 60 video games throughout the 2025-26 season, an extra $500,000 if the Stars win the Western Convention finals and…

[the-fiction-witch]

Love in Separation P2

Media The queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet

I pushed myself up begrudgingly grabbing my kimono from the door as I headed out into the cold apartment I as usual headed for the counter but -

"Uhhh where's my coffee?" I complained my eyes were still fuzzy, desperately searching for my coffee cup and then it clicked "shit… no y/n. No coffee" I sighed "...fuck" I did my best to make myself a coffee this early in the morning and I could tell it was me the moment it touched my lips "ohhh that …that is not good" I sighed.

I did my best to just get in with things even if the quiet was starting to get to me a little I'd started putting records on or the radio just in hope to break up the silence a little but the worst was at night. I laid in bed, my body cold, and the covers didn't feel the same without her warm body in them too, I almost had too many covers I kept kicking them away from me I didn't like how much space I had in the bed, I just ended up laying there listening to the traffic of Brooklyn above me, the water shifting in the pipes and the clock ticking on the bedside table i turned over hoping it would help me sleep, for a while I stared at the bedside table the small square base lamp with a velvet black shade, the small rectangular clock with triangular hands, the small tower of books a few of my chess books, a few of her romances books and on the top the proof copy of her book, the small black square coaster still with a small ring where her morning coffee would often sit, and the small Polaroid picture of the two of us on our last trip to Moscow wrapped up warm, cuddled together, kissing in the snow. But that only made me feel worse so I turned away trying to sleep but I still couldn't so I grabbed the pillow she usually sleeps on pulled it down and closed into my chest so I could hug the pillow tight imagining her body between my arms.

I sighed giving up on my game and heading to the fridge I don't think I'm really hungry just bored without having y/n here to talk to but the fridge was pretty bare and given I leave for the tournament tomorrow no point going for groceries, all I had was some meat for dinner, some cheese, a couple of eggs and one of y/n's strawberry and cream yoghurts.

Hu… I didn't think a little pink yoghurt could make me feel so sad. I don't know I just felt so sad looking at it I miss her so much.

I did my best not to think about her but every little thing seemed to remind me of her, driving up to the tournament was heartbreaking having to sit in my car on my own the empty seat beside me, I often found I kept resting my hand on the empty seat as I automatically wanted to rest my hand on her thigh, I'd turned the music down three or four times it just felt so loud in the quiet car where it usually had us talking and laughing over it, I kept finding myself staring at the various seven eleven store signs and fast food places we would always stop for a giant slushie to share when we travelled I felt weird not having one but at the same time I couldn't get one without her, it wouldn't be the same and she always picks the best flavours anyway, and as much as I wanted to stop for fries and chicken nuggets but I don't know I just feel like I can't. I even caught myself when I spotted cows or horses on the road doing the little jokes without her

"Cows" I laughed trying to be first as I spotted them "Oh.. right. Little bird isn't here, I uhh I guess I win" 

I just drove through doing my best to just drive through, When I got to the hotel I got sorted and unpacked my stuff finding how even though I didn't need to I kept everything to one side, one side of the wardrobe, one side of the chest of draws, one side of the sink counter which honestly only made me feel more lonely, I barely slept at all the hotel bed just felt so lumpy and uncomfortable even if I tried hugging the other pillow to try and help me sleep. I don't know what y/n does to hotel beds but she always makes them so cosy. I barely got any sleep when my alarm went off I forced myself up and headed for a shower but quickly ended up fighting with the labelless twist tap. fuck it I'm clean enough! I got out, got dry and dressed for the day I sighed as I looked at myself "I miss my little bird, it's not the same without her" So I got my stuff and headed down to the main lobby of the hotel where everyone had gathered getting drinks for the tournament I grabbed myself as coke and staid on the edges of discussion once the tournament started I just got on with things focusing on the games at hand. 

I was deep into my game long since already found my path to victory without much of a concern absentmindedly I looked up from the board looking across the crowd in the hotel, but I stopped short as I saw the sweetest sight. 

Across the hotel there she stood in her little black kitten heels, a sweet knee-length white dress with a little black belt, her hair sweetly flowing her jacket and handbag over her arm. For a moment I had to double-take assuming I had merely imagined her I felt my eyes welling up so I immediately got up from the table and rushed as fast as I could across the hotel taking her in my arms and giving her a passionate kiss inhaling her scent squeezing her tightly "I've missed you so so much little bird"

"Awww Benny" she giggled "Your game-"

"I don't care, I haven't seen you in two weeks!" I told her

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't have much to do so I thought I'd come home early"

 "I've missed you so much I don't ever want us to be apart again not for this long"

"Aww I missed you too Benny" she smiled giving me a soft kiss "You do realize all of your chess friends just witnessed you go all lovey"

"...fuck" I sighed "Ohh I don't care I've missed you so much. I love you so much little bird"

"I love you too Benny, now come on let's go finish your game before they never let you live this down" she smiled taking my hand

[helloarchivist]

OP ep 1109 Shanks Snippets

bonus shot that's literally just his back lmfao

[unartbean]

Got the sudden urge to draw Benn Beckman

[the-lunar-city]

Oh hey Benn

did you find the fish?

[meadow-roses]

THESE GUYS THESE GUYS

the Rifters, Benn, Kathryn, Lyn, and Zo belong to @larissa-the-scribe

Benn in a hazmat suit

[bennijie]

TABLE GET THE FUCK AWAY FRONME

[buendischerwaldgang]

Entfremdet früh dem Wahn der Wirklichkeiten, versagend sich der schnell gegebenen Welt, ermüdet von dem Trug der Einzelheiten, da keine sich dem tiefen Ich gesellt; nun aus der Tiefe selbst, durch nichts zu rühren, und die kein Wort und Zeichen je verrät, musst du dein Schweigen nehmen, Abwärtsführen zu Nacht und Trauer und den Rosen sp��t.

– Gottfried Benn, aus: Abschied (1941)

[benkimimkibe]

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