bvnnetts - Tumblr blog

[bvnnetts]

idaras​:

even with his reassurance , grace still wouldn’t be surprised if when they got on the ice bennett couldn’t help the laughter from escaping him , not that he’d try to do that anyways . she wishes she could reach up and playfully shove him in the arm when he brings up the penguin walkers again , but she’s too focused on keeping a good grip on his hands to avoid falling over as she seemed prone to do . “ balance over the blades … i should be able to do that “ she takes in a deep breath , doing her best to ground her feet before taking one ( slow ) step after the other following bennett’s lead , holding onto him so tight that he couldn’t let go of her even if he wanted to . “ okay , i think this is far enough for now “ nerves taint her laughter , a hand reaching out to immediately grab onto the side wall when she loses his support  . “ how did you do that so fast ? “ she asks , the answer to which is more than obvious . 

she waits for him to settle himself on the ice , only making any slight movement when he has his arms reached out to her again. “ how else am i supposed to know where to put my feet ?? “ the dramatics are starting to come out , but she knows the only way to  get on the ice in one piece is to listen to what he’s saying . eyes stay locked on him , hands still holding onto the wall as she takes a step onto the ice . she wants to say something snarky about how it was a piece of cake , but she’s so worried about keeping herself upright she can’t even think of anything to say . she reaches out for his hands first , securing herself in his grasp before she practically drags her other foot into the rink  . “ bennett , look  — i did it ! “ her smile is beaming , she doesn’t even freak out when the momentum causes her to glide forward a little bit once she gets both feet on the ice . “ if you just pull me around like this does it count as learning how to skate ? “ her playful nature returns , though she’s essentially frozen on the ice , nervous of the potential catastrophe that would come with moving her feet any more than she already has . “ okay so far i’m alive ,  now what ? “

          “ we’ll have you skating properly by the end of this — just you see, ”     bennett reassures her, though he’s really in no place to be making promises like that. however, it’s always good to go into things with a positive mindset. grace can ironically be filled with a seeming lack of it — but he’s seen clumsy figure skaters before ( though more often than not, he’ll admit there seems to be a correlation ). a laugh leaves him at the suggestion — though quietly, he had predicted the session might come back down to that.     “ i’ll pull you around for a bit to let you get more comfortable in the skates — ”     he decides after a moment, smile tugging at his lips.     “ — i won’t go too fast, promise. and then we can see about getting you going under your own power. ”    

          skating is certainly one thing that comes naturally to him and it shows in his ease ( even with grace clinging to him ), though he’d also admit that it’s a little odd to be without all his gear and stick — freeing in a different way, like all the family and friend skates. he straightens up a bit, moving slowly backways, working up their momentum gradually — a sharp contrast to the explosive speed he’s capable of, but certainly more appropriate for their setting.     “ try not to lean too far forward when i pull you — then you’ll end up falling on your face. center of gravity — ”     he briefly gestures to her midsection the best he can without upsetting her vice grip.     “ — over the skates. ”     they’re gliding pretty well now, bennett with an occasional glance over his shoulder to make sure they’re not about to run into anyone — luckily, the rink is pretty empty. perks of being a college student, he supposes.     “ all right, we’re coming up on a turn now — you’re doing great, just let the momentum carry you. ”

[bvnnetts]

ofmvrphy​:

        Murphy nodded, all eyes and ears and pretty much his entire being focused on Bennett. This is probably in his top five favorite positions while looking up at his best friend. It would have been in his top three, but they’re outside and there were other factors here. “ I always make good points, ” he starts, halting at the pull of his shirt and Bennett’s lips landing on his upper lip. Okay? That was smooth. “ Uhhh — ” Murphy continued right after, his fingers grabbing Bennett’s wrist, the one hovering near the zipper of his jeans. “ — quit doing that. ” He pretended to glare, lips curving into a simple grin almost immediately. “ I’d say a six, ” he decided, subtly moving one leg and securing it on the backs of Bennett’s thighs, locking him in place. “ Okay, a solid five-point five. ” Brushing his lips against Bennett’s, Murphy grinned. “ Should we go? ”

          a smug look crosses bennett’s face as murphy grabs his wrist against, gone as soon as it appeared and replaced instead with amusement at murphy determining their odds of finding this elusive not-wine basement. that too wavers as he feels one of murphy’s long legs hook around his thighs, his expression finally settling somewhere between smug and fond. any thoughts of properly claiming victory quickly dissipate as murphys leans in once again, their kiss more a tease than proper — a promise. bennett can’t help but delay them a moment longer, pressing back in when murphy draws back for a deeper kiss, one that feels a bit more proper.     “ should we ?? ”     bennett echoes with a straight face when he finally takes his leave, his hand ( the one murphy had moved away ) settling back on the thigh of murphy’s leg keeping him in place — as if he himself hadn’t been the one boxing murphy in only moments earlier. he could muscle his way out of this if he really wanted to, and maybe that’s what murphy wants.     “ okay, let’s find this wine cellar or whatever, but i’m not carrying your ass. ”

[bvnnetts]

bcalrights​:

“ NICE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU. ” it’s a win-win, she figures. good company with a free milkshake, and bennett gets a seat in an otherwise crowded diner. soleil takes the jacket from him, turning briefly to drape it across the back of her own seat. “ sure thing, ” the girl replies, sliding over the bowl beside her. “ hardly. i’ve got band rehearsals tomorrow and i’m overthinking lyrics. feels like what i usually do when i’m idle for too long. ” blue hues sneak another peek at the notebook in front of her, letting out a soft laugh. “ either that or it’s the grease in the air. i’ll give america this: i’ve never been to a diner i didn’t like. the health hazards are just part of its charm. ”

          bennett huffs out a laugh, methodically peeling the lids of two creamers and dumping them into the coffee mug, the spoon clinking in a familiar tune as he gives it all a brief stir.     “ oh it’s definitely the fact that bacon grease just gets into everything on the griddle, ”     he says, chin tipping forward a bit to gesture through the window they can see through to the back kitchen.     “ it’s what makes everything taste good — sober or drunk, no matter what time of day. ”     the waiter comes by to take his order ; bennett gets his usual ( bacon, scrambled eggs, homefries with onions, toast ),     “ — oh and a strawberry milkshake when you get the chance. ”    he hasn’t forgotten his end of the bargain either. attention swinging back to sol he gestures at her lyric notebook, bringing his coffee up for a quick sip.     “ maybe you should give it a rest for a while — staring at your lyrics more isn’t going to help with overthinking. ”

[bvnnetts]

ofmvrphy​:

        “ You said you wanted some air and some quiet time, ” Murphy reasoned, shrugging a shoulder. “ If you wanted some fancy genuine alfresco you could have said something. ” He wanted to say he’s no mind reader to amp up the banter but decided against it. Besides, Bennett was grinning, so they’re technically both winning. He pretends to not notice that Bennett hasn’t moved, or that he’s doing things with his hand again. “ I — what? I was on a rhetorical roll. There’s definitely an underground something, I’m certain of that, at least. ” Whether they will fit or it’s got enough room, they will eventually find out. If they decide to go — better yet if Bennett planned on moving his finely formed hockey ass. ��� We might be. Does that make you Ben Gates and I’m the President of the United States? You don’t strike me as the Riley Poole type. ” And with that, Murphy tugged Bennett closer once again. “ So? ”

.

          “ so — ”     bennett echoes, grinning as murphy tugs him closer — further banter is tempting ( you want something, zabala ?? ), but not quite attractive enough to him in the moment. sometimes, even with all the patience in the world, there’s no need to stave off the inevitable. he’s getting there, murphy is too — bennett knows that with the same surety when he knows a pass is going to connect.     “ hmmm — you make a good point — ”     his fingers make a show of smoothing over the collar of murphy’s shirt, tracing his collar bone before skimming lower to fist his shirt, tugging gently but firmly, closing the last space between them. he presses a kiss to murphy’s top lip, grinning as he barely pulls back, the hand still on murphy’s thigh resuming its inching upward path.     “ on a scale of one to ten — ”     one finger traces murphy’s fly nonchalantly.     “ — how sure are you about finding this underground passage ?? ”

[bvnnetts]

mrrkwccd​:

“please, do you know how often the pros are hungover?” she laughed, before wincing - the headache was settling in, and she’d have to go raid grace’s cabinets for some ibuprofen before she stumbled home. hopefully bennett’s feast would sober her up enough to let her do so without getting too distracted. “this is why i just do intramural now - i mean, i don’t even think we have a real softball team, but i had a scholarship to a couple schools offered if i went to play for them, but where’s the fun in that? then i gotta be sober, like, too much, and some other kid probably needed the scholarship money more anyways.” she’s tempted to lift the bacon out of the pan, though she knows it’ll be a bad idea, so she pulls on her hair and starts braiding it instead. “fried, please. i just want simple and easy and to eat it asap - i don’t think i ate before i showed up tonight which, i’m like, having deep regrets about right now.”

          bennett’s mouth presses briefly into a somber line, but he doesn’t reply, focuses instead at the task at hand, flipping the bacon as he nods along to merrick’s words to show he’s listening — or at least acknowledging that she’s speaking.      “ you should eat some carbs too — ”     he says, deeming the bacon done enough and scooping it onto a plate and setting it off to the side between the stove and where merrick’s sitting atop the counter. he fully expects her to start munching away at the pieces before the eggs are done — it’s not a diner after all, and bacon is irresistible hot off the griddle. the grease sizzles as bennett cracks a couple eggs into the pan, waits a few moments and then turns down the heat. cooking isn’t really something he excels at beyond the basics, but he likes how mundane it feels — a basic need that everyone engages in.     “ — you staying with grace tonight or headed home after this ?? ”

[bvnnetts]

mmmm would you go for natemac's anti-carbonara gameday approach or tazer's plant-based agenda❓

" as a society we've come pretty far with PLANT BASED foods, let's be real. i just don't think i could function properly without a carbo-load before game days . . . besides, who doesn't love a good chicken parm the night before, right ?? besides, have you see tazer's ass ?? he's gotta be doing something right. no disrespect to the dogg though — 18.5 carots of new bling, so he's gotta be doing something right too . . . even if it's ugly. "

[bvnnetts]

kill, fuck, marry ; sunset hill ❓

" i mean . . . it's obvious, right ?? i'd get rid of those people who walk in slow moving mobs that just hog the entire sidewalk and don't move outta your way, y'know ?? it's one of my pet peeves, really — and then murphy x2. "

[bvnnetts]

do you like either of your best friends❓

" murphy knows i love him — who's my other best friend ?? . . . — em, is that you ?? just because i left your laundry in the rain doesn't mean i don't like you. "

[bvnnetts]

SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

[bvnnetts]

“James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78”, An Interview by Jordan Elgrably

[bvnnetts]

mrrkwccd​:

she nods - she can’t imagine trying to cook bacon right now, the grease would surely burn her and while she’s had her fair share of injuries from cheer and softball, she’s a bit of a baby, especially when she’s as intoxicated as she is at the moment. “i promise not to kill you,” she swears, solemn before a smile breaks wide across her features, her feet dangling off the counter she’s sitting on. “i don’t think i could even hold a knife in my hand right now anyways, and my real violence usually comes with throwing objects - so i promise, you’re safe. besides, anyone who helps feed others is a-okay in my book.” she watches him quietly for a moment - the party’s died down, some, but there’s still enough people floating in and out to say it isn’t over quite yet. “how come you’re sober? i figured everyone was drinking for alcohol poisoning tonight - did you have fun, at least?”

          hopefully the party’s died down enough that the smell of bacon doesn’t draw out every other drunk and stoned individual from the woodwork — bennett isn’t holding out hope, but he does know that it’s also a pretty big house. he lets the slices do their thing, settling one hand against the counter to support his weight ( hopefully, she likes it crispy — most people do ).     “ designated driver — ”     he says with a vague wave, though it’s without any trace of contempt or gloom for it — truth is, he usually offers. bennett pauses, picking up the spatula again, poking at one of the crisping pieces sizzling again, before he glances back over at the blonde with a rueful smile.     “ — and i’m getting too old to be showing up to practice hungover and sweating beer from every pore. but yeah, ”     cue a good natured laugh.     “ i still had a good time. ”     a very good time actually, but most things with murphy are.     “ how’d’you like your eggs ?? ”

[bvnnetts]

seraphinarh​:

there’s only so much you really get to know someone when you tended to keep things more surface level. they were friendly and cordial, the way neighbors are. it’s routine to make small talk, but nothing too in depth. “yea… i used to be until i was like seventeen, and then i started becoming this version.” she admitted. sera was really quiet throughout her formative years. never really had too many friends and wasn’t someone to go out much. things only changed sometime in her junior year when she met her best friend. since then, her more introverted nature seemed to disappear expect for some choice moments. she laughed and nodded in agreement. “it’s still entertaining. it’s like watching trashy reality tv — except it’s live and as real as it gets.” she remembered the nonsense she went through at that age. a lot of tears and even more drinks, “oh, nothing, i’m just nosey. maybe tell someone back home? probably notice if they’re still on campus together or not. overhear some more shit? you like to people watch?”

          bennett hums in acknowledgement and a bit in agreement as well. people change a lot — he’s keenly aware of this : that none of them are the same people they were when they graduated high school, from when they started college, and even from the time they were an underclassman. growth is a normal event of life, and bennett likes to think that’s a reassuring thing — than nothing will ever stay as it is ( but sometimes, it’s a little sad too ).     “ it’s ecology, ”     he decides after a few moments.     “ everything intertwined with one another, especially on a campus like this even though we don’t always notice it. ”     he’s still picking at the corner of that shingle and probably should stop. he doesn’t.      “ people watching can be fun — i suppose there’s something satisfying about hearing about other people’s drama and not getting sucked into it in the least. ”     bennett huffs a laugh at that.     “ you could call yourself an anthropologist, though it probably is best that you don’t write your findings down in a book. ”

[bvnnetts]

noahtranter​:

“that’s a shit job, man,” noah laughs and nods his head, “i do? that’s because i really fucking need it. but yeah, i have time. i have exactly…” he looks down to his phone, “an hour and twelve minutes.” he booked the studio from ten am to one pm and he’s sure he won’t be able to deliver anything good without caffeine in his body. “but yeah, an apology coffee sounds great. i hope it has hazelnut syrup in it,” he grins and puts his phone back in his pocket. “you wanna go to rainy’s? it’s close to the studio.” rainy’s is a small coffee shop not many people know about. mostly musicians and producers who go to the studio, and they even have a discount for being a part of shu.

.

          “ that’s on you, ”     bennett says lightly, shoulders rising in a shrug — he’s talking about the hazelnut syrup, and then about the cafe suggestion. he likes to think he’s a pretty good cafe connoisseur, especially going into his final year here at sunset hills, but he can’t say that he’s ever been to rainy’s either — too far from the life sciences building and the hockey arena, and even when he’d been dating sadie, she’d had her own haunts where the theatre kids liked to hang out.     “ sounds good to me — ”     he’s not in any particular hurry either, happy to stretch his legs in the nice sunny morning air and avoid having to hunker down and finish that midterm essay he really wants to finish before the next roadtrip.     “ — you gotta lead the way though ‘cause I can’t say I know where that is. ”

[bvnnetts]

BENNETT : aesthetics

[bvnnetts]

STARTER FOR: @nasrinfm​ EXTRA: nasrin’s apartment

          a love of animals was something bennett would never shake — it might have even been his first love, even if hockey was often said to be that ( it’s just a matter of probability, he was around horses will before he could even put on skates ). but though hockey took over a great deal of his time, he was glad he could still find pockets of time for volunteering at the animal shelter, and short dog sitting gigs like the one he had with nasrin and teddy. he’s in her kitchen, prepping teddy’s diner time meal when the door creaks open, something that might be alarming if not for the excited way teddy immediately bounded toward the door. bennett follows a bit more slowly, food bowl in hand and smile on his face as he watches the joyful reunion.     “ someone’s happy to see you — ”      he says, clearly amused.      “ — don’t worry, i’m not offended. ”      if it was anything he loved most about dogs, it was their staunch loyalty to their owners.

[bvnnetts]

seraphinarh​:

“you’re the grandpa — i never thought you would be,“ she commented between a few small chuckles. an ironic take given that was her position this evening. “good luck wrangling ‘em,“ she added. sera probably just needed a few days of sleep to be feel better. she wasn’t eighteen anymore so the back to back days filled with the club atmosphere and tons of shots were starting to add up. at least, for this evening. “it’s better sitting up here then down there,” her index finger gesturing towards the front entrance of the home. “i wouldn’t be able to get as much tea as i did. plus, i can’t leave my friends. girl code 101.” they also weren’t supposed to separate, but sera could handle her own. a party atmosphere was what she navigated through daily — drunk college student didn’t compare to grown men. she just wanted to be alone for a little and she figured the roof would do just that. “i’ve heard so many fight tonight. i swear, it’s like everyone on campus are doing some type of sneak shit.”

          “ i didn’t take you as a fly on the wall type — ”     it’s not meant to be accusatory, not even surprise coloring his voice, more an observation than anything else — a limited observation bennett realizes. they’re friends, by the loose modern definition of the word, but he’s under no illusions that they really know anything about each other. ( and perhaps, even that is not so rare between friends these days either ). besides, everyone needs a moment to get away from everything at one point or another. he cranes his head forward a bit as seraphina points, trying to see past the gutter of the house to get a better view of the walkway below. it’s quiet now, or at least relatively so.     “ — but that doesn’t seem so surprising, does it ?? ”     he settles back, glancing over at seraphina with a shrug.     “ everything seems like a really big deal when you’re nineteen and drunk. ”     he’d definitely seen no shortage of underclassmen when he’d been inside, always almost hilariously standing out from the rest of the crowd. bennett picks at the corner of a shingle with his fingernail,     “ — what’d’you plan on doing with your newfound power ?? ”

[bvnnetts]

bcalrights​:

DOING THINGS SOLO HAS ALWAYS BEEN easier for soleil. even sitting in a busy diner alone was something she didn’t really mind doing. she’s flipping through pages in her notebook when a voice catches her attention and pulls her away from the chickenscratch that is her handwriting. a small smile appears across her features at the familiar face of bennett, before glancing at the ( jacket aside ) empty seat ahead of her. “ hmm.. i dunno.. ” soleil faux ponders, before nodding at him, “ throw in a strawberry milkshake and the seat’s all yours, i guess. ” she holds out her hands, “ pass me my jacket, would you ?? i can put it on my chair. ”

         it's an expected request, one bennett may have offered if she had asked instead of prompted, but he laughs nonetheless.     " you drive a hard bargain, but deal. "     he hands her the jacket, shrugs off his backpack and settles into the seat. sitting at the diner counter has always been more appealing to him, even when he came here with others — there's just something vintage about being at the counter and getting a cup of coffee placed in front of you without even needing even to ask. bennett gives the waitor a smile before pulling the cup closer to him.     " mind passing the creamer ?? "     he asks sol, gesturing at the small ceramic bowl filled with them.     " working on anything good ?? "     he continues on once he's gotten his creamer.      " or is this one of those ‘see what sticks’ kinda moments ?? i’ve heard diners are great for motivation — it must be whatever they put in the bacon. "