no limits.

Bennett Andrew Delaney. Thirty. Criminal Prosecutor. Santa Cielo, FL.

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[ @stellarosenthal1 ]

Every morning waking up in the last week had Bennett grinning from ear to ear - he wondered for a moment why he didn’t just pack up his things and move to Italy, even though he had roots in Santa Cielo that kept him from doing so. But work had been otherwise pretty quiet for the man, no major cases that needed him in a pressing manner to restrict him from taking a vacation - god, a vacation. It felt like an illegal amount of time since he’d done such a thing, the last time having been a few months before with his man on his arm. But this was what he needed, time to get away from everything and step out of his own head - besides, having the company of his best friend always helped with that.

The woman had told Bennett she would meet him for breakfast in the lobby of their hotel a few minutes before, allowing him some privacy to shower and otherwise get ready for the day. So as he pulled on his loose fitting button up, the man left the room and made his way down to meet with her. He found her, all blonde curly hair and smiles, sitting in the sun peering out at the grandiose buildings before them - probably admiring the art and the structural integrity, he imagined.

“Okay, so tell me something. Is it customary to have a glass of wine with every meal here? Or are we doing mimosas?” The man mused, giving her a formal kiss on the cheek before sitting down across from her.

[marty-byrde]

Suits Appreciation Week | Day I: Favorite male character ↳  Harvey Specter

“I’d explain it to you, but then I’d have to care about you.”

[musesgonnamuse]

they put a GUN in your hands

             && told you it was KILL or BE KILLED

[duckflyfly]

I hate all this. But I’m so proud of you.

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krissyreyes·:

Friday nights were the busiest at Driftwood, as one could probably imagine. People strolled in after work and kept on coming until the early hours of the morning, drinking and shouting and ogling until the neon signs were switched off and the bouncers made everyone go home until Saturday afternoon. Krissy thrived off of the energy of Friday nights - she would do a few sets, serve a few drinks, snort a few lines…the time passed more quickly than at any other time of the day or night.

She had just tucked a tray under her arm and was heading toward the bar when a man caught her eye - he looked more than nervous, he looked absolutely out of place. His eyes landed on her and she offered a smirk, making her way over to him and taking a seat next to him. “Are you lost, honey?”

Bennett raised his eyebrows at the woman and shifted uncomfortably, letting his dark eyes shift to her thighs for a moment - it was much more than he had wanted to see of a woman, but it was expected in a place like this. He just hoped he didn’t look as awkward as he felt.

“Not lost. You’re Kristina, right? I was hoping I could... get a dance.” The words fell from his lips almost too quickly and he turned a bright shade of red, really just trying to get the woman to a more quiet space so he could introduce himself properly as someone who clearly wasn’t there for the women.

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liamromero·:

Taking another long look over the striking red color, Liam nodded along as Bennett spoke. “Well, it sure if eye-catching” He said in agreement to the others statement. Considering that it even got Liam to stop in his tracks to admire it, it sure was. 

Liam shook his head gently, a smile tracing his lips before he spoke. “No, not more than the next guy. My grandfather spoke very highly of these model’s in particular, so when I see one I do find an admiration to it.” Which was very true. Liam wasn’t the biggest car enthusiast, but he definitely could appreciate a set of wheels. 

“Well I appreciate the sentiment - that was kind of the point. I have an expensive taste and enjoy when other people can see it as well.” Bennett made a flippant hand gesture to his counterpart, leaning a little bit against the red exterior while he looked the other man over. He was an attractive man, not exactly his type but attractive nonetheless. Though these days, what was Bennett’s type? It was Rich Rockwell and nothing less.

He nodded and scratched his stubbled cheek, eyeing the interior of the car for a long moment before responding. “Well, he seems like a man of good taste.” The man confessed though it was obvious that perhaps said grandfather wasn’t alive anymore - regardless, he appreciated the effort.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

[ @thomweaver ]

This was a conversation he almost never wanted to have. Talking to his partner’s roommate wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but ever since the conversation he had had with Rich his mind would not give him a break until he went straight to the source. He had sent a text to the man - let it be known it was the first text he had ever sent to him - asking if he would meet him for dinner on the opposite side of the island. Not that Bennett didn’t want to venture to the South Shores, but he was already coming from work and figured he would extend the offer regardless.

When the man sat down at his reserved table, he ordered a glass of chardonnay for himself and flattened the front of his suit nervously. It wasn’t as though he was going to interrogate the man, but he wanted to know more about the brother Rich had once loved - unfortunately, that was going to go one of two ways and he was hoping it wouldn’t blow up in his face.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

[ @krissyreyes ]

What would Bennett rather be doing on a Friday night? Anything else. Yet here he was, walking very uncomfortably into a strip club that he felt very out of place in - not only for the fact that he was very, very gay but also because he was adorned in a custom fit suit that just dripped in expense. He sighed softly as he dipped his head after making eye contact with a woman that was more than naked. Truthfully, the man was looking for one woman in particular because he was likely going to be the main prosecutor on the case against the killer that was still running loose in Santa Cielo and like it or not, she was connected. She had been the one to find the body after all.

A few moments went by and Bennett took a seat on a comfortable couch, flattening down the breast of his suit jacket as he tried to make himself look relaxed. His eyes fell upon a woman moving toward him and he immediately recognized her as the person he had come to this place for - though he hadn’t quite decided how he was going to lead the conversation.

[namtan]

[bennett-delaney-blog]

@rich-rockwell

[youreperfecttt]

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@rich-rockwell

[camimendes]

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@rich-rockwell

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rich-rockwell·:

He wasn’t wrong. It was their thing. They had their ups and downs like any couple, but there was something about the down and out’s that kept them coming back for more. Like so much of the passion, and emotion in their relationship had been invested in the argumentative side. The combativeness. He used to live for it. Rich thrived on it. Could somehow convince himself that the harder they fought, the more they meant to each other. But he was exhausted, and for whatever reason, Richie had found himself wanting some semblance of normalcy with him- with Bennett. Maybe he should have stopped to ask himself if that’s what Bennett wanted, too. But, you know, then he shows up with a bunch of relationship derailing shit to throw at him, as if that’s going to help his case. “Heh. Yeah. It is, isn’t it?” Rich swallowed once more, a bit harder than before, and exhaled a shaky breath. He’s trying to find his footing. Some solid ground beneath his unsure feet. His hand falls from where it rested against Bennett’s cheek, coming to rest against his lover’s hip while he allowed his eyes to slip closed. “You’re the only good thing in my life.” He’d allow the words to tumble free from his tongue. “You make all of this bearable. If I made you feel any other way, then–” It gutted him. “You know how hard it is for me to…” His brow creased, “I’ve never needed anyone the way that I need you, okay?”

Bennett wouldn’t lie if Rich came to him and asked him if he wanted something more than just a mundane routine of breaking up and making up - of course, he did. He wanted so many things with the man in front of him that it honestly scared him to his core. How could he admit that he wanted a future with the man in front of him? It had never particularly been in Bennett’s nature to be domestic or tied down or monogamous, even. That was one of the many reasons why his secret engagement to a man he used to know had never worked out - he knew that man wasn’t the right one for him. But this man? The man standing in front of him, admitting all of his faults and giving him his heart on his sleeve, this man was the right one. And even though they hadn’t been together for an overly long time, Bennett knew this was going to last much, much longer - if only they could get out of each other’s goddamn ways.

The hand that rested on his hip prompted him to move closer to his counterpart. A gentle sigh exhaled through his parted lips and he looked up at the taller man, allowing a hand to rest on his cheek and smooth his thumb across the familiar skin beneath it. “You know I can’t quit you, Miele. You hold my heart in a way no one ever has. I’m not going anywhere - even if you wanted me too.” His words were soft but dripped in meaning and intent.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

liamromero·:

Liam hadn’t really had a specific reason to his walk down the streets, he was just wasting time, getting some air before he had to report back to the station in a few hours for his next shift. This was usually what he liked to do, in between spending time in the apartment, seeing his abuela, and practically working and taking on as many extra shifts as he could, he saved some time to just let the streets take him wherever they wanted him to be. Until duty called and he was back to his normally scheduled programming. 

Liam wasn’t perhaps the most obvious car enthusiast out there, but he could spot a nice set of wheels when he saw it. Perhaps it came from his grandfathers passion for old cars and good engines, or it was just something he’d always had a small interest in ever since he was running around on mere child legs. This interest was what brought him to a halt next to a beautiful red Shelby Cobra. His eyes wandered over the vibrant color, admiring the pristine condition it was in. Just as he heard the footsteps of the oncoming individual Liam turned his gaze towards the familiar voice. “Hey, I didn’t know this was your car. She’s nice, very nice. V8 crate engine right? What year is she?” He asked curiously. 

With a raise of his eyebrows, Bennett eyed the man who was looming over his vehicle. Truth be told he didn’t know shit all about cars, he only knew when he liked the way they looked - so he nodded tentatively, putting his hand in his pocket absentmindedly. “Sure. Sixty-six. Not really my car, I’m just driving it until I find another one that catches my eye.” It had to be one of the more douchey things that had ever come out of Bennett’s mouth, but the shrug that fell from his shoulders showed that he didn’t particularly care.

A half grin formed on his lips as he looked at the familiar face. “Big car buff, huh?” He asked, setting his briefcase in the front seat as he leaned against the exterior of the car.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

rich-rockwell·:

The last of the other mans tears began to dry against his cheek, and Rich would reach up to brush it away with his thumb. He had a hard time making eye contact right away, knowing that he was wholly responsible for the onset of emotion that had plagued his partner. It hurt him. It hadn’t been his intention to come in here in a flurry, but maybe that was more typical of Richie than he had realized. The man had a tendency to turn things upside down without meaning to. Bennett had simply found himself caught in the crossfire, and for whatever reason, he’d remained. Rich loved him even more for it. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to do anything. Look at you. Look what I’ve done.” He sighed lightly, thumb brushing gently over the mans cheek. “Is it always going to be like this? Just breaking you down with my bullshit?” The questions felt more rhetorical than he’d intended, like he were chastising himself instead of responding to Bennett. “You deserve more than this.”

“Probably. That’s kind of our thing.” Bennett joked, trying to make a sad situation a little bit lighter even though he wasn’t quite sure how it would be received. He leaned into the palm of his lover and sighed, resting a single hand on the man’s torso as he looked up at him.

“I don’t want anybody else, Rich. You’re the only one I have eyes for.” He stated softly, dark hues watching his partner’s expression. Truthfully Bennett lived for the up and down rollercoaster that was their relationship - he was never one for monotony and mundane routine and he wasn’t about to start now, even though being a domesticated house husband for Rich Rockwell didn’t sound like a terrible idea at all. The bread and butter of their relationship was filled with emotion and unspoken sentiments. Bennett was trying to force himself to be more open with the man in hopes that he would return the favor, though he wouldn’t exactly blame him if he didn’t. If they had a pissing contest over who had seen darker days, Rich would win hands down. Not that Bennett hadn’t had his fair share of unsettling moments, but his were only in practice whereas his partner’s were in action. It was a barrier between the two but they were working to overcome it.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

rich-rockwell·:

He was sure. So sure that Bennett would deflect on him. That anything he said would be shut down and turned around now. It appeared to him that Bennett had already made up his mind, and that deepened the ache in the pit of his stomach. He’d messed up. He always messed up. Ever since he was a kid, he’d been reprimanded for his inability to express himself adequately. His mouth getting him in to trouble for speaking before his brain had had a chance to catch up. It was a large part of why he remained so quiet in his adult hood. Why his demeanor had been so somber. So reluctant. Rich could feel himself withdrawing again. Fast. And then Bennett had advanced on him in silence. His heart beat drummed so loudly that he could feel it in his throat. The warmth of the other mans fingers slipping in to his hand had momentarily calmed his nerves, but his pulse remained erratic. Thump. Thump. Thump. Especially since this man had only spoken in looks and touches. “Say something.” Richie murmurs. Pleads. “Anything.” He’d take a slow step into his space, their bodies close enough that he’d need to dip his head slightly to look down at his man. “Please.”

Bennett looked up at his partner as he closed the space between them, the air in his lungs suddenly feeling thicker than it had before. He concentrated on the feeling of their hands together, feeling the small gesture of intimacy that they so regularly practiced it had almost become a habit. His dark hues met the man’s for a moment as he let out a gentle sigh through his nostrils, the tears that were on his cheek now finally drying up.

“I feel so much for you that sometimes it drives me up the wall.” Bennett’s words were soft and not at all dripping with a sense of undertone - rather, they were clear and said exactly what he was thinking. He had so many emotions saved up in his chest for the taller man that he often didn’t know what to do with them. It was on nights like these that they would spill out uncontrollably, not particularly making any sort of sense or having any purpose other than to release the breath Bennett had been holding in since the last time it happened.

“What can I do for you? I’ll do anything. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” The man had no other form of communicating other than pleading for his partner to give him some sort of direction after the fact.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

rich-rockwell·:

It was almost as though Bennett were shushing him, and in the moment, Rich didn’t care for it at all. He took a full step back, though he watched the other man as he spoke, eyes careful as they moved over his visage; his eyes. His nose. Settled on his mouth. A sharp intake of air and Richie would purse his own lips, his mouth forming a tight line as he shook lightly and gave Ben the time he needed to express his thoughts. But he was wrong. He was so, so wrong. Rich shook his head back and forth, eyes flickering to the floor. “Stop, please.” He’d speak quietly, not even sure if Bennett had heard him. “You’re not fucking listening to me.” His breathing becomes a little more jagged. A little more erratic. “You’re twisting my words and it’s not…” A rough sigh of aggravation would move past his lips, and Rich moved his gaze away from Bennett completely. Back to, he’d move silently to the window, his attention falling over the quiet street. There were no cars. Hardly any movement. Two bodies walking together along the sidewalk, fingers linked together. “He wasn’t my great love, Bennett.” Richie sighed, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. Wanted to scream at Bennett so loudly, but wasn’t convinced that he’d hear him. “I know that now.” He’d swivel on his heel in the faint light, but remained near the window, eyes averted from his lover. “He was preparing me for you.”

Another sigh escaped Bennett’s lips as he managed to focus his attention on the man opposite him. He let his dark hues wander over the figure of his partner, tears stinging his eyes only slightly before he wiped them away with his warm fingers. For a moment he listened to his words, forcing himself to relax enough to be able to hear them and interpret them at his own will - though that usually got him into trouble. One of the main reasons why he and Rich had always had trouble was their constant communication and the fact that their stubbornness almost always got in the way of clearing the air between the two of them.

His chest ache dissipated as he heard the man’s next words and he rested his hands on his hips, looking at the silhouette of his partner in the window. After a long moment, Bennett closed the space between the two of them and took Rich’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers slowly. He had so many thoughts and feelings floating around in his mind but he didn’t even know where to start on expressing them, so for the time being, he said nothing at all - letting the silence speak for itself.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

rich-rockwell·:

Rich could feel Bennett’s hand on his own, pulling them away from his face and releasing them from his grip. He hadn’t quite pulled away, but Richie could feel the atmosphere shift; the feeling in the room changing from what he’d tried and failed to communicate, to what Bennett had heard. “What…” Dark brows knitted in confusion, and mahogany pools remained trained on Ben where he stood. “Bennett– no, don’t. Don’t take this the wrong way.” It would seem like he was scrambling, trying to make up for whatever mistake he had made verbally, but that wasn’t the point he was trying to make at all. “I’m just trying to say that you’re the first…” He’d get swept up in his vulnerability, taking a small step back while his eyes lingered over Bennett’s form. Maybe it was a bad idea for him to have come here. Maybe Bennett wasn’t ready for all of the things that Rich felt he needed to free from himself. The man’s heart began to thump wildly against his chest, his vision spinning slightly as his gaze darted around the room. Should he leave? Run away? The easiest thing he could think to do, and certainly the most familiar. “Don’t you understand, Mio?” He’d look to his lover with softened eyes, desperate for some semblance of acceptance from the other man.

Bennett sighed and rubbed his palm over his forehead, feeling a wave of heat come over him as he paced back and forth. Part of him knew the thoughts he was having were irrational, completely brought on by his own insecurities and lack of self-worth - but did that change the way they made him feel? Absolutely not. Hearing about his lover’s past life, a life where he didn’t exist and arguably a life the man wanted to go back and experience made Bennett’s chest ache. It made him ache with sadness and jealousy and anger and everything in between.

He shook his head and held out his hands in a gesture, encouraging his partner to stop talking so he could collect his thoughts. “I understand that you have this guy who was your one great love before that got taken away. I understand that you reading this letter brought up some unresolved feelings or something. That’s valid, love. But I don’t...” He shook his head, odd tears stinging his eyes as he began to get overwhelmed by his own emotions.