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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.
blogroll: b4rren bingtm komunion b3aucoup be4headings
aesthetic / musings sideblog: dilutedgrey
@bnjmin sent: [TXT] : tell me you don't miss me so i can shut up.
[ TXT: Ben ] — Okay.
[ TXT: Ben ] — By call or what?
[ TXT: Ben ] — Cannot do in person. At work right now.
[ TXT: Divina ] — to be honest that's more than i expected
[ TXT: Divina ] — yeah would you?
@bnjmin sent: there's a stranger here.
"no—"
the patter of miniature footsteps get quicker and closer. a flash of blue and red zips by until basilio's little body collides with the couch. he bounces off the furniture with a huff and lands on his bottom. unaffected, divina watches him push himself up to his feet again.
"there is a toddler here."
oh, even better. ben realizes that when he hears the cadence of his gait, the heavy and quick pattering across the floor. kids throw their weight around and into every step. ben thinks it's funny; he snorts when he hits the ground, in tandem with ben closing the door behind him, if only because basilio gets right back up.
"same difference."
i kick that god forsaken laundry basket and it slides across the floor. i need it gone. with 𝓱aste. foot to plastic seems to be the only way. ‘ before you start yelling, before you get all upset or whatever, i need you to know the dryer shr𝗎𝗇k your hoodie with confidence. like it really believed in itself. ’ my eyes narrow. i feel it. i turn into a cartoon Ᏽabe sometimes. ' like thought it was doing the 𝚛𝚒ght thing, if you know what i mean by that. ' 𐌍ew cast mate: @bnjmin
ben understands that there is a certain amount of giving it to god that comes with deviating from your routine. he just didn't think it meant he'd have to relinquish his sweater. one of his favorites. he imagines it in his head, barbie sized, and wonders if the mini factor will keep him from losing his shit the way he wants to. "is that supposed to make me feel better?" he wonders.
❛ that's okay. i can deal with shit smell. ❜ especially if it means getting to see cute farm animals. and, of course, she can deal with anything if it means getting to see ben. that's kind of the highlight here. ❛ tour buses don't exactly smell like a garden. ❜ she's stalling, really, avoiding the question she really wants to ask. but how are you doing? really wouldn't be all that productive, and would probably annoy him, too, as much as she genuinely wants to know, so instead mina pulls her phone out of her pocket. ❛ i can show you photos of the dogs while we walk over. like a trade. ❜
comparing the tour bus to the horse stalls makes ben live in fear of her living conditions - but he can appreciate the levity. he's seen other people with their visitors and it's a pretty solemn affair. "i don't know if it's a fair trade, but sure. the horses get kind of mean."
"dude, tobias tries to kill himself as a hawk in the third book. katherine applegate does not play."
perhaps this is not indicative of a healthy psychology: "yeah, but i'd also commit if i was a bird."
"is that my sweater?" (lucia) @dvstbvnnies
what was the giveaway, he wonders: the way it hugs literally every inch of his body in a way that his own sweaters never do? or the animal print? he's cozy in it regardless, which he thinks is all that matters, arms crossed as he lounges back on the couch. "no," he says. his head lolls to the side a little as he looks at her. "i don't know where yours is."
the suit and tie she'd forced him to wear fit like a damn glove, and she knew he hated it. there was a part of her that cared, but a ninety-five percent of her that didn't. he looked gorgeous and sure, she kind of wanted to drool at the sight of him, like a dog seeing their dinner for the night.
her eyes shift downwards, casting over him, before meeting his gaze once more. he looks pink, overwhelmed, horny. it makes her lips tilt into a smug smirk. lucia takes a slow pull of her drink, the amusement noticeable in each one of her features.
"how bad do you want it?"
does she notice how he watches her mouth when she drinks? how the liquid disappears with her tongue. maybe it says something, that he's gotten used to the way they can't really be anywhere without eyes on them, so much so that he's decided he's just going to do whatever he wants and they can all watch.
well, bad. she can tell by the sight of him, he's sure. he makes it palatable, potent, obvious the way he feels. projects it from behind his eyes.
"bad." he tilts his head. "you know that."
"ok. god. dramatic much?"
"you didn't have to laugh that fucking hard."
HALF FAIRYTALE / HALF GIRL, an independent original character. established in 2016. recently released a spy thriller expansion pack. has many different playable packs (verses) available. developed by long-time tumblr writer who can't find her way out of the labyrinth of this website (eve). SWALLOWING SURVIVAL. ©
he's laughing. you fell right on your ass and he's laughing.
"i'm going home."
I love how you always find a way to turn my drama into a comedy.
THE DRAMA 2026, Kristoffer Borgli
gif starter call, accepting! ˎˊ˗ @bnjmin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
" unless you're here to tell me that it's cancelled, don't bother. " carmen's voice cuts through the serenity of the spa, feeling a shadow looming over her that isn't a friendly, slightly terrified technician with a green tea or towels. she knows it's ben by the smell of him, the sound of his breathing, the way he shifts his weight and shoves his hands in his pocket. also, she can hear the clinking of his belt buckle and keys, and nobody else in here is wearing anything but terry cloth- or whatever peaceful peach is the shade of uniform dress code. " i was such a cunt this morning that they actually checked me in here, to calm down. " them being the vague mention of carmen's team, who possesses a constant track record of going behind her back with their spindly, puppet string fingers. meddling. " don't worry, i'll be there. "
"not cancelled." he doesn't actually have to say that, he knows, but something about doing it anyway feels a little funny to him (he likes to push her buttons). the staff had given him a little bit of trouble, trying to get back here, looking nervous and reticent when he'd mentioned who he was here for, but, well. her explanation puts that into perspective. they did make him change his shoes, though; he digs his heels into the plush interior of a bright white sherpa slipper. "and are you calm?" it seems like it, but sometimes looks can be deceiving. "you promised me brunch, though. did you forget?"
he's not sure he'd go so far as to call himself an exhibitionist, but there is something that he likes about the fact that they are here, in a room full of people, and he's just asked her how hard she thinks it might be to hike her dress up over her hips. @dvstbvnnies continued.
maybe it's him itching to get out of these clothes, he's not making any best dressed lists, but the shirt and tie is still a little suffocating and warm. the heat's been made steadily worse, having to watch lucia walk around all night. this is just a manifestation of all that plus impatience.
"i don't know," he says. he wants to touch her but he knows it would be in all the wrong ways for being in public. "i think we could figure it out."
when is too much to urge him to stay? he doesn't have to make the drive back tonight - they can put another movie on television, he can pick through anything she has on DVD, her collection is limited, but varied, though her favorite genre is specifically horror, there are a few comedies in there.
finally, her head wavers, side to side. “i ordered a pizza," he might fall asleep again before it arrives, but there's nothing like a warm slice of pie to send one off into a food coma for the rest of the night. “you don't have to leave, ben,” that isn't what she wants, “i like when you're here.”
golden rule, you know. treat others how you want to be treated. if someone had decided to take an impromptu nap on his couch, he can't say that he'd be as graceful about it as she is, but maybe the cards have been dealt in his favor in that way. he really is comfortable.
"okay." if he thinks about it for too long, his stomach might growl. he shifts himself so he sits up a little bit more, can look at her fully. "you have to put someone good on so I don't fall back asleep, though."
They're both waiting. Morgan looks out at a sea of blank faces (well, not a sea. It's a small class - there's like six of them) with diminishing hope that someone might volunteer.
Finally, he has to just bite the bullet.
"How about you?" He locks eyes with one of the guys in attendance, who whenever he'd been able to spare a glance at his students seemed to be pretty interested in what was going on. "You won't get burnt or anything, I promise."
there is a moment where ben actually begins to pray that morgan is not talking to him, but the eye contact is pretty undeniable.
but, well. this is kind of the whole point. and if he says no, it's a little embarrassing to be a grown man with stage fright in a fucking hobby class.
so. "um." he doesn't have to sound pleased about it; he just has to agree. "sure."
CAUGHT STEALING [2025]
