discombobulated soul

the real life nate archibald Benji Dell, Texan, 21

[benjamin-dell]

Texts | Mila & Benji

Mila: Oh no, chocolate is definitely more of a 2 am kinda craving. I was thinking funfetti for breakfast, but idk where I'd find that here, at this hour

Mila: without like

Mila: needing to diy it

Mila: all of my youtube recs are rosanna pansino videos and it's clearly becoming a problem

Benji: What? No way. Chocolate is definitely an all day kind of craving.

Benji: But funfetti for breakfast, that's my girl. I'll make you some, can't promise it will be good but I'll try

Benji: who is rosanna pansino?

[benjamin-dell]

camihearst: 

It was confusing, wanting both more space between them and to pull him closer in the same moment. To move into his hold while his arm slung around her shoulders in familiarity. Her shoulder resting comfortably against him. She wanted this to be easier than it was – she was the one who had ended things between them, but still felt drawn to the male beside her. Even now, when she was speaking to and enjoying a conversation with someone else, she couldn’t help but noticed when Benji stepped closer, how his skin barely touched against hers. And how quickly Allen had felt forgotten. “Just to New York – I would’ve spent all of break on a plane if I was trying to make it to London and back before tonight,” her lip catching between teeth at the mention of the Christmas village. It was sweet that he had remembered, but the conversation had felt like a lifetime ago. The pair passing a tub of Ben and Jerry’s between them as they took turns answering questions. “But I’ve got a countdown going. I’m hoping to drag my muma out there on Christmas Eve. Twenty four days, I sent her a calendar invite and everything,” she teased, her expression softening. “How was Dallas? Did you get your fix of pumpkin pies?” Her attention turning to the other boy now. “Weren’t those um, weren’t those your favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner too, Allen?”

Truthfully he had forgotten about both the party happening around them and the other guy standing near them. His heart thumps wildly as his gaze flickers to her biting lip, memories of her taste passing through his mind. “Promise to take as many pictures as possible? I’ve never been to London in the winter.” Smiling widely at her, he moves closer to her. “Dallas was Dallas, not quite cold enough but full of good times. I think I ate more than half the pies in the state.” Glancing at the other man, he fights a frown and somehow manages to ignore what he says. Hearing his name being called by his friends, he shakes his head slightly before tuning into the conversation once more. “Are you thinking of staying in London the entire winter break? Or are you joining the beach trip with everyone?”

[rorykent]

“One more episode – please?” she protested, despite the soft yawn leaving the boy’s lips. It’d been her second time making this same request and while Mila was starting to feel tired, she wasn’t yet ready to sleep. Too engaged in the show’s antics to step away just yet. @benjamin-dell

[benjamin-dell]

He’d been fighting the yawn for the past ten minutes, as well as the heaviness in his eyelids. Chuckling lightly, he nods “One more then.” Reaching over he pulls her closer, letting his head fall on her legs. “What’s happening again? I spaced out there.” Wanting more to hear her voice than the actual plot of the show. 

[benjamin-dell]

Texts | Mila & Benji

Mila: Is 10 am too early for cake?

Mila: Not like pancakes, but cake cake

Benji: Depends on the cake

Beji: Chocolate? Never. Vanilla? I'd wait until at least noon

[benjamin-dell]

camihearst: 

It had been easy to say that Miller had tugged her along to tonight’s festivities and to almost believe the narrative herself. But from the moment she’d arrived, Mila’s eyes had done a quick dance around the room, hoping to fall upon familiar dark tresses, the curve of a lifted smile. He was always smiling – god, it was a little annoying how charming it was. How kind, and how much she’d missed it now. Her attempts at moving forward weren’t working out too well, it seemed, if his smile was still the thing she searched for in a crowded room. But eventually she grew distracted, mingling with other peers, sipping gingerly from the red cup in her hand. A few dances stolen with friends. Her time given to someone new. She was listening to them ramble on about the upcoming game – meet? match? something – when she’d heard the familiar voice, the single syllable making her hair rise on the back of her neck. “Benji, hi!” a polite enough greeting ( –  that was allowed, right?) quickly followed by withdrawing her digits from the other boy’s arm as she moved to include Benji in their conversation. “You know Allen, right? He was just telling me about how hard the team’s been working this season.”

It’s irrational, the fissure that grows in his heart at the sight of her slight fingers curled around the arm of someone else. Someone who is definitely not him, someone who should be him. He knows the feel of her touch, the gentle way her fingers would glide across his skin, almost reverently. Jealousy a disgusting feeling, a myriad of emotions, each one more complicated than the next and it’s currently attaching itself to him. Which again, is irrational because Lord knows he’s been fighting and searching for the smallest sign of her in someone else. In anyone else. Which is why he swallows the growing jealousy and gives the other male a slight nod. “Yeah, what’s up man?” The quickly perform the usual male greeting before Benji takes a step closer into Camila, also another male ritual, the one of laying claim. Even if he has no right, none at all, he can’t fucking help it. Not with her. “How was your break, Cami?” He knows he’s being rude, ignoring Allen but again he can’t help it. “Did you go to that Christmas village they do in London like you wanted to?” 

[benjamin-dell]

@margotwright​

The night was growing heavy or maybe it was all the drinks he managed to inhale, not that he could seem to stop. After all what was Thanksgiving break, without an actual break? “You, you.” The voice is right as his ear and he turns to face it, he sees some random dude from the football team pointing at both Benji and a petite blonde next to him. Glancing down, he’s delighted to find himself face to face with one Margot Wright. A girl who in her own right is stunning yet holds an air of unattainability. A heady combo for a heart drunk guy like Benji. “You two are a team now, let’s see if you can hold your own.” The footballer points towards a hastily set beer pong game. Leaning down into Margot, he gives her a challenge filled smile, “I hope you know how to play. I really do hate to lose.” 

[benjamin-dell]

remihawthorne: 

His cadence is tender, soothing– his syllables beginning to settle that which coiled tight against lungs. Her chin dips to a nod, “I’ve never heard that before,” the back of her hand lifts to wipe at eyes tinged red, “it’s good advice, you’ll have to tell your mom how it helped out some drunk girl at a party.” Melancholy is stitched thick to light features, embarrassment coaxing a flush to cheeks, “do you have something to cry about too? Now’s a great time, I’ll probably forget by morning,” she peers up at him, attempting to muster fragments of a smile, “and I am the least qualified person to judge, so it’d be in good company.”

“Oh really? You’ve never heard of it? And here I thought my momma was famous for all her little sayings.” His Texan accent rolls and dips the more he speaks, “Honestly? I think she’d like that. Knowing it helped someone, especially another female.” Shaking his head, his lips downturning. “She’s also famous for saying, everyone has something to cry about. But I think you have enough worries, without adding my own. So I say we talk about yours first, then we can flush them down the toilet and that way they can’t hold you down any longer.” Giving her a soft smile, her moves to lean against the sinks, “I’m all ears. Unless you’d like some privacy?” 

[benjamin-dell]

@camihearst​

There were times he was convinced that his heart was too big and a touch too soft. Or that perhaps he was for all intents and purposes a fucking idiot. Clutching the red solo cup he takes a few more sips of the stale beer as he maneuvers his way through other drunken idiots pawing at one another. In all actuality he can’t even remember how he got the library, one moment he was at the bonfire and the next he’s in a blurry haze of lights and bodies and music. With hungry roaming eyes, he knows exactly who he’s looking for before he even finds her and just like with the first time he saw her his heart thumps wildly in his chest. He feels like he’s holding a live wire, his entire being vibrating with the need to be with her. Even in a darkened room, she’s like a ray of sunshine and he suddenly finds himself in need of a little warmth. Uncaring of the other guy she’s talking with, he has no quarrels about interrupting them. “Cami,” he says her voice softly but he can see the moment she hears him. 

[arihaven]

“Come one, come all,” a voice called in the midst of the crowd, surrounding the car that would soon be a heap of ash. “We’ve got bats and golf clubs, sling shots, and knives. Spray paint and the alike. Only fifteen dollars each rental.”

Ari turned his head towards the boy with the impressive collection of assortments behind him, collected with destruction in mind. Ari shrugged as he stepped forward. “Why not,” he said to himself, turning towards the person behind him. “You coming?”

[benjamin-dell]

Running a hand through his hair, he steps up to Ari. “Do you think you can even handle it?” He chuckles, “I’ll get you some golf clubs, wouldn’t want to hurt those little delicate hands.” Reaching over he pays for their rentals, asking for bats before handing the golf clubs over for Ari. “Ready?” 

[remihawthorne]

@benjamin-dell​

Rejection unfurls against lungs, and Remi drinks until it’s decidedly drowned, and her silhouette ends up folded to the counter of the mens’ bathroom, a solo cup curved to her palm. Motion snares her attention, the approach of a broad frame prompting digits to lift and wipe the moisture collected beneath a bottom lash line, mascara smudging onyx, “fuck, sorry–” syllables are knitted to a slur, embarrassment lifting scarlet to the curves of cheeks, “I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t realize this was not the ladies.” She steps down from the counter and the motion prompts her dizzy, digits moving to find the marble’s edge, “sorry.” 

[benjamin-dell]

“Hey, hey, hey. No apologies needed.” He murmurs softly, his heart mimicking the motion as he catches her gently. Reaching over, he grips the solo cup from her and places it on the counter. “Stay, there’s no rush. I have a feeling everyone’s preoccupied with the bonfire.” Stepping away from her, he leans against a stall. “You know my momma always said, bathroom’s were the best places to cry. Something about the acoustics and how you could always just flush your problems away. Should we try?” 

[trippwright]

@benjamin-dell​

“Don’t look now,” Tripp said, careening carelessly into whatever conversation Benji had just been immersed in, “But I just saw a freshman agree to do a polar bear dip in the fountain.” He grinned widely, knowing full well that the temperature of the water had dropped below anything tolerable. A joint quivered in the corner of his mouth, bobbing as he spoke. “Now’s your chance to be a hero Dell, offer her your jacket or something.” Tripp laughed, before bumping his shoulder purposefully, “Anyways, you got a light?”

[benjamin-dell]

Chuckling as he catches a stumbling Tripp, he briefly glances towards the giggling and shivering girls. “I think they can handle themselves, not all women are damsels in distress.” Draping an arm around his friends shoulder, he shakes his head. “I don’t but you know who might?” Shooting him mischievous smile, “The person lighting up the bonfire. Shall we find him?” He quirks an eyebrow. 

[kpfun]

[thatlove]

[thestylesgifs]

[stars-bean]

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