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@bnjmin
#BNJMIN. benjamin steele. fandomless original character with fandom verses. written by charlie [ he/him ; 21+ ; black ]. est 2013. moderate activity. CARRD. PINTEREST.
mains: strnza , ellesmore , octobereyed , betterland , s1byls , mvrigny , fromtower , janedoez , handspike.
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aesthetic / musings sideblog: dilutedgrey
well...
now they are just staring at each other.
divina doesn't want to entertain the idea that ben could have a sliver of truth in that i love you. it'll lead to reckoning with her own conflicting feelings towards him. they seesaw between denial and acceptance all the time. it's exhausting, to be honest. and it's better to ignore it altogether.
as if the last two minutes didn't happen, she asks, "why are you looking at me like that?"
ben shrugs. it's lopsided, but that's because most of his focus is on not dropping the food in his hands. the regret will set in later, probably, but that's a problem for tomorrow.
"i don't know. i mean. can you say something else?"
@bnjmin sent: i went to a party but only on principle.
it makes no difference if he went to a party or jumped off a cliff or sat at home. divina does not care about the finer details of his evening.
"so? you still went."
"and you did not answer my question."
well, the party part is important. ties directly into why he doesn't answer her question.
"... i don't know. i was drunk."
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 :(
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 okay, fine. i probably deserve that.
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 i just wanted to reach out to see how you’re doing …
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 would it help if i said i was sorry?
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : unsaved contact — DELIVERED 」 i'm fine
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : unsaved contact — DELIVERED 」 no?
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : unsaved contact — DELIVERED 」 imagine if i did something crazy fucked up to you and then was just like 'sorry' would you forgive me
why so sexy if so dumb? "got some chips ahoy if you're hungry." @bnjmin.
oh, fuck yes. she’s already making a beeline for the kitchen before the front door’s closed. “oh shit, i haven’t had those in forever. do you have milk?” she’s already rifling through his cabinet like a snack goblin. “when i was a kid, i’d dunk the cookies from lunch into my strawberry milk. i wonder if that’d still be good…” not that she thinks he has strawberry milk — she isn’t sure she can expect anything but beer and ketchup in the fridge — but it’s on the brain.
he offers those not for any kind of specificity, but because that's really all he has. (care for a taco bell sauce packet? a beer that's most definitely fermenting in the back of the fridge?) "uh," he says. does he have milk? there's cereal in the cabinet, so, "think so."
the way his face scrunches up is mostly just reflex. but also, "chocolate chip cookies in strawberry milk?"
his tiny (though growing louder by the syllable) nonononono, is thoroughly ignored. he hears the splash before he feels it start to seep into his clothes. "that's not what i meant." continued @djdivius
Purple Fade
Chicago, Illinois - Jan, 2026
Canon Rebel T3, 18-135mm
ben moodboard for the evening crowd
ben comes back from farm rehab and you ask him for pics and he shows you this one singular one wyd
rome makes a small, wounded sound like the idea's the one that's already whacked him. ' first of all, ' he says, voice all pinched. ' i don’t like the way you’re saying walmart right now. '
his hands hover mid air again, like he’s trying to physically rearrange the concept of air circulation into something less threatening. he looks at the window as if it'll confess something and stop this madness.
' second of all - yeah. yes. the fan is fine. the fan is actually perfect. the fan is ideal. the fan is contained air, which is, actually, what i’m aiming for right now. ' a beat. he points vaguely down the hallway. ' go get. ' then, strained, ' please. '
"walmart," ben repeats, doing his best to reach that same inflection that's got rome all bothered. "do you know how many, like, walmart fans i've had that have fucking broken?" meaning; the vitriol is deserved.
ben makes a face. "contained air. you are - " he won't finish that, mostly because there are too many adjectives to pick through. "fine. i'll get the fan so it can just blow our breath around." he gets off the couch. "instead of fresh air." he walks towards the closet. "since that's what you want."
♪‧₊˚ ⸻ @bnjmin ♡'d for a one liner .ᐟ
❝ if you don't want me to smoke around you, that's fine with me. i can be respectful of your space. ❞
"it's..." it meaning sobriety; sobriety meaning hard as fuck. apparently he's not supposed to make that anyone else's problem. "...fine. go ahead."
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 hi.
「 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ HIT MY LINE 」 @bnjmin : [ TXT ] : i hope this is some sort of emergency.
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 don't be a dick, ben.
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : steele, benjamin — DELIVERED 」 how are you doing?
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : unsaved contact — DELIVERED 」 oh i'm a dick LOL
「 ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO : unsaved contact — DELIVERED 」 no i'm just stupid for not blocking you
@bnjmin
"what the fuck do you mean the rat hole got covered? what the fuck! i blocked out my whole afternoon to go see it. there's, like, nothing else to do here. god, this ruins everything."
"calm down." ben doesn't expect much to come from that. "you can see it, but we have to go to city hall."
she does not like that answer. her fork nudges the box towards his side of the table.
"you open it."
"it's not - " he hates that he genuinely laughs, but she is often unpredictable. "it's not a bomb. jesus."
「 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ starter call : @bnjmin 」
it's a deep undercover mission, the kind that requires alternate personas, a different name and personality as if to match the person she's assigned to. olympia has settled into her new role well, some young woman getting her master's at some college in the city, going by the name of juliet fairchild. juliet is nice, easy to get along with, likes music, and is a real go getter. not that olympia herself is much different.
she's been watching her target for weeks. benjamin steele. brother to fallen former cavalry operative, bobby steele. there had been talks of a memory card that bobby was last in possession of prior to his death, one that many governments around the world would either rather be destroyed or protected considering the power it holds if it falls into the wrong hands. and so, olympia has two objectives in this mission : a) befriend ben and protect him from whatever other entities may come after him due to the card, and b) get the memory card from him.
the first part of the mission should prove to be a challenge. but here she is, trying anyway. she's watching him in the library, where she should be studying for the quantum mechanics test they're set to have at the end of the week. her movements mirror his, coming from an opposite direction until they meet in the middle, as she reaches for a book. “ hey, ben, right? ” the corners of her mouth lift into a smile as she looks up at him. “ i think we've got a few classes together. are you studying for that quantum mechanics test coming up, too? i know i could use an accountability buddy, or whatever. ” olympia cringes internally. ew, needy. still, the smile remains as she waits for an answer.
so, sue him: his first and only thought is that she's coming onto him. grief has a funny way of wiping the slate clean, of making you feel like nothing really matters at all anymore. she's hitting on him (maybe) and she's definitely attractive (objectively) and they have at least one shared interest (clearly) and yet none of those make his synapses fire like a normal person's would.
really, he just kind of looks at her. he probably needs an accountability buddy more than she does, if the way all of his grades have begun slowly circling the drain are any indication of where his head's at. (as in, he's not studying. he hasn't been. he wasn't planning too, either.)
instead, he feels himself say, "...okay." stoic, monotonous. still just standing there. then he says, "to be honest, i don't know your name."
@bnjmin sent: i love you, chef.* *(breaking the cardinal rule of the situationship. yes he's high but that doesn't excuse it.)
in order to half-accept the crazy coming out of his mouth, divina comes to a reasonable conclusion: ben is high off his rocker. there's a split second where she contemplates the possibility of having him admitted. no, that's too extreme. maybe just let him sleep it off. in the comfort of his own apartment, preferably.
"take your food and go."
he certainly takes the food. the container feels weird in his hands, the smooth and hard edges contradicting each other in his palms. going feels difficult - he can recognize that she wants him to but he can't recognize why. (it seems like a natural state of theirs, anyway. polarizing each other like poorly matched magnets.)
he doesn't question it - instead it writes itself all over his face, bemusement contorting every single one of his features.
