#{c:ben}

[opheliaollivander]

closed starter - ophelia & ben ( @bcnjaminollivandcr​ )

Ophelia was cleaning up any damage that was done to Ollivander’s during the attack. Suddenly she wished to be back in France, but it wasn’t like it was much better in France, for more ways than one. She turned when she heard the door, “I’m sorry, we’re closed... oh hey,” she said when she saw it was actually Ben. “Come here to help out?”

[touchofsomething]

Brad went and picked up his water bottle, taking a long sip before looking at the director “So he’s a newbie?” he asked him “and I get to break him in? Awesome” he said as he reached down to adjust himself. “What’s the scene anyway?” and looking at his notes the director shook his head “Nothing special, just you two meeting and you teaching him how to suck dick before fucking him. Pretty standard”

“Perfect, let’s do this thing”

@fadingobjectrp​

[codedeargentmoved]

@benbraeden liked for a starter

Allison opened the door to her apartment. "Are you Ben?" The huntress asked. The Winchesters gave her a heads up that he would be coming to give her a hand. She let him inside. "I'm Allison."

[stormscbrewing]

      “I feel like someone’s been watching us, Jen.” A strained energy is in the air surrounding Ben, as if he’s been hesitant to approach about it. Something he might’ve kept well hidden, but there’s no certainty. There was this... happiness in their lives he hadn’t experienced before, and it felt as if someone was hanging over them. Ben felt like the rug might be pulled from under their feet. He took her hands into his and pulled close, finding her eyes to match his certainty. 

      “I don’t got powers like yours, but I just know something’s going on.” Though fear would wrap it’s adrenaline filled fingers around his heart, Ben found his ground in Jenna. He feared that things unseen and unheard would be what could hurt them, but he also knew that she had a way with spirits. Ben pressed a hand to her cheek. 

@phobiiax​

[scriptisarcanisx]

closed starter for chloe as requested by @wildflowersofruins​​

Ben shoved the last bag inside the trunk of the car he had rented before closing it shut. His eyes flick from the car to the blonde sitting on the passenger seat, checking to make sure she was okay. Recently, he’d come to terms that he may have started to develop feelings for the girl. He didn’t know when it began, he just kind of knew when he was there. Now, most people would be excited to go on a trip outside of town with the one they like. But things were more than just complicated between him and Chloe. Besides, they were in Texas for a reason.

Gathering up his nerve, the male finally got into the driver’s seat. “We’re all set,” he nodded. “Got everything you need?” he turned to Chloe, assessing her face. “How are we feeling?” he asked, concern plain in his features if not in his tone of voice. He could only imagine how much emotions she was going through at the moment. She was, after all, going to see her estranged family for the first time in years. And they were going to drop in uninvited, so they couldn’t really gauge what direction today was going to go. All Ben knew was that come hell or high water, he was going to be there for her when she needed.

[jupiterdrcps]

@alwaysgcld​

sofia was trying to find reception in the airport with no such luck, she was getting so fed up with her calls disconnecting she felt like crying from feeling overwhelmed. she had tried to find some place empty but there was no such luck considering they were all jammed into this airport like sardines. she found herself in one terminal, far away from everyone else and she tried to call her dad again, it rung and it rung, and when it finally connected she almost cried again. “hey dad,” she was speaking fast, “we’re on lockdown here. i’m going to be a lot longer than planned. um. i’m gonna call someone to come in and check on you, okay?” there were worry in her voice, thinking of all the ways her father could harm himself with her not there. “please don’t do anything stupid. i’ll be home as soon as i can. pleasedon’tdrinktoomuch bye.” she quickly hung up the phone and started scrolling through her contacts to see who could check up on her father while she was gone. 

[andreahuts]

txxt ;; ben

ANDREA: How come I haven't seen you in forever???

ANDREA: Did you leave me without a note? :(

[bornofbloodandwater]

@gracefallen​

       New York in the autumn, a slighted grace of chill fogged mornings and fiery contrast of the parks. The prospective taker had agreed to meet her at the early morning Sunday markets nearby. Perched against an ice cold iron fence, chic grey wool trousers, a crisp white shirt kept warm by a tan cashmere jumper, a dark red scarf drifting lightly when the breeze . Eyes of gold cast down at shining black leather heeled boots, crossed at the ankle to halt the nervous tapping of her toe on the concrete. There were only so many nights one could lie awake with the lights on keeping themselves company. While appearing put together, impeccably dressed and groomed, a haze of sleeplessness swims in her eyes.

       Xiomara had set out early, no desire to have the stranger awaiting her at a meeting place she had chosen. Only polite to be there as a sign, a poised marker for a stranger to come across. Dearly holding her responsibility to be respectful of his commitment, nothing irked her more than someone wasting her time. Not a single idea who she was looking for, but had replied to his inquiry with the meeting place and the hint of her wearing a red scarf and having brown hair that reaches past her waist.

 Scanning the crowd and asking herself at every passer-by if perhaps they might have missed her, might have run late, slept in, despite it being still before their scheduled time she wondered how long she would wait for a stranger who may never appear. In the eyes of every tired soul, seeing someone who could be stringing her along or someone she’d desperately hate. Picking apart every stray masculine figure trudging along the frosted paths until one approaches her. Breaking the hyper-focus of analysis, the siren straightens from her iron perch to meet his eyes. Offering her hand to greet him, small yet strong, delicately manicured, and seemingly confident if you aren’t quick enough to catch the faltered raise, a hair of a pause  Hesitating on extending the first hand, some finding it far too formal and this is an examination of her own character as much as it is his. Regardless, her face a pleasant mask of a soft smile, behind which hide analytical eyes.