#tggbb

The door opened.

“Hi, Mrs. Lynch!” Naomi beamed.

“Oh, hey guys! Are you here for Declan?” Mrs. Lynch widened the door to let Naomi in, followed by Bennett and Jordan. 

“Yeah, we’re going to stuff ourselves at the new pizza place, so don’t be too surprised if Declan comes back looking like a Christmas ornament.’ Jordan said.

Mrs. Lynch laughed. “Well he’s just down that corridor in the very last room. Delilah should be there too, I’m sure she’d appreciate seeing you guys.”

Bennett gave her a small smile and a nod. “Thank you, Mrs. Lynch.”

Naomi started down the hallway while the other two took their time walking behind her. 

Naomi heard Jordan start talking from behind her. “Mrs. Lynch is so much cooler than Declan. We should just replace him with her for the gang, eh Bennett?” 

Naomi halted when she reached the room. She could hear someone playing guitar and singing inside, but she couldn’t see who it was due to the door being closed. She wondered if she should listen in or interrupt. It sounded beautiful.

“I don’t think that’d be fair towards Mrs. Lynch, you know, seeing that she’d end up having to deal with you and all,” Bennett said as they caught up to her.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean-”

Naomi whipped her head around, wearing a glare Declan would be proud of. 

“Be. Quiet.” She whispered threateningly. Jordan audibly gulped while Bennett took a step back. She turned and rested her hand on the door handle. “I think Declans singing to Delilah in there, so let’s be quiet.” She pushed the door slightly open to get a view.

And there was Declan, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back facing the doorway. In front of him sat Delilah, laughing as she fiddled with some toys. Declan was strumming a guitar in his lap while singing ‘Hey There, Delilah’ to his sister.

‘Oh, it’s what you do to me...

Oh, it’s what you do to me...

What you do to me,’

Delilah stared up at him with wide eyes, then pointed at the guitar.

“Gee-ah.” She said confidently.

Declan smiled and continued.

‘Hey there, Delilah

I know times are gettin' hard

But just believe me, girl

Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar-’

“Gee-ah!” Delilah exclaimed while waving her toy around, causing Declan to chuckle as he sang.

‘We'll have it good..

We'll have the life we knew we would.

My word is good,’

Before he could continue, Delilah began to babble, trying to sing like her brother. Declan kept strumming his guitar but stopped singing, allowing her to have her solo verse. No matter how inharmonious it may have been, Declan grinned as if it were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. And to him, it probably was.

After she was finished, without missing a beat, Declan leaned back and closed his eyes and belted, mimicking an overly passionate singer. His voice resonated throughout the room, giving Naomi chills.

‘Ohh, its what you do to me..

Oh, its what you do to me’

Declan faced her, then dramatically threw his head back again, causing Delilah to giggle.

‘Oh, its what you do to me..

Oh, its what you do to me-’

Suddenly Jordan coughed. Loudly, right in Naomis ear. It caused her to jump and bump into the door with a thud.

Declan froze and turned around, startled.

“what the- are you guys crying?”

As if on cue, a tear rolled down Naomis face. She turned around to see Bennett clear his throat and look away to admire the door frame while Jordan swiped at his nose with his sleeve multiple times, trying to be discreet.

“N-no-”

“Yeah.”

Declan shrugged. “I do tend to have that effect. My mom reacted the same way,”

Jordan thrust a hand out and shushed Declan. “Dont ruin the moment with your grating speaking voice.”

“Jordan, do you realize that ‘the moment’ was ruined the second you coughed so loud the neighbours could hear us?” Bennett deadpanned.

Jordan turned to him, mouth agape. “Uh, do you realize that your face is stupid?’

Declan cringed. “That was lame, Jordan. even for you.”

“I know,” Jordan said as he dropped his head.

Declan put his guitar aside and picked up Delilah. “I’m ready to go, so if you guys want to say hi to Delilah, we can do that before we leave.”

The Three Musketeers (TGGBB) 

So i finally drew these boys (men). Bennett, Jordan, and Declan. 

If you didn’t know, they’re from “The Good Girl’s Bad Boys” by RubixCube89201. It’s a story about bullying and friendship i found on wattpad.

Her knuckles were white from the tight grip she had on the phone. Her heart felt like it had stopped yet it was beating as if it was a war drum in her chest. Never had silence been so loud in her ears.

“Tell me you’re joking, Bennett? Please, ju-just tell me I didn’t waste my time on you. That you’re not about to break your promise.” Her lips quivered and her bones grew cold. How could she have been so foolish as to believe he’d stay with her? Tears filled her hazel eyes before she could stop them.

“I never meant to hurt you ‘Tavia, you have to under-” His sentence was cut off my a sob-filled laugh. It was so full of pain and coldness, that he flinched. Octavia wiped the tears roughly off her face, disappointed that she fell so fast. She shook her before speaking, her voice void of emotion.

“I understand completely. This was a mistake, and we can just forget it. Goodbye, Bennett, I hope you’re happy with Abby.” Her shaking finger slid the red button before his voice could break her even more.

Pretend bennets cooking isnt much of a secret for a minute thx

i make way too much bennett stuff someone stop me

Bennett has an Instagram but its not the kind u think it is

Its a cooking/food instagram

He posts pictures of the food he makes

The cover picture is the actual food, then in the slides after it he posts random pictures of the making process

And he sticks to that style of posting religiously

Posts a couple times per month, only when he thinks his dish is good enough

All of his pictures are perfectly shot and focused and everything

The making process usually consists of pictures of his used bowls stacked in the sink, his knives scattered on the counter, his food sizzling in his pan/being stirred, food sitting in the oven, or his chopped vegetables waiting to be cooked

But unlike his food, his captions are BLAND

Theyre just

(Insert a sentence about his cooking, usually the name of the dish and his opinion on how it turned out)

(Insert recipe under the first sentence)

(Insert hashtags)

Example:

“Made penne pasta from scratch today. I think I’ll add less salt next time. (Insert recepie) (insert hashtags)”

“I helped my family chef make this ratatouille, and I got to practice my slicing skills. (Insert recipe) (insert hashtags)”

He manually types out all his recipes btw

He tried finding recipes that he could copy and paste but he couldnt find ones that were concise and accurate enough so he decided to just type them out himself

Naomi genuinely apreciates his cooking acc and comments things like “that looks so good!” And “bennett youve gotta make me that one day” yk like a normal follower of a cooking account

Then theres declan and jordan

Under bennetts ratatouille post declan commented just to troll jordan: “@ jordan Hey isnt ratatouille the name of that rat?”

Jordan replied with a “HIS NAME IS REMY YOU BUFFOON” and they had a war in his comment section

Bennett neither acknowledged nor deleted it

Jordan likes to troll bennett by commenting things like “go back to the kitchen and make me a sandwich” or “bennett this is a very serious question i need to know if youve ever eaten cheerios please respond i am very worried”

Bennett ignores jordans comments

Declan either comments stuff like “🤌🤌🤌 spaghetti pepperoni” or genuinely praises his cooking theres no in-between

Jordan declan and naomi are always replying to eachother in his comment section

Bennetts response to most of his compliments in the comments is “thank you.” after he likes the comment

“Great work!”

“Thank you.” *likes comment*

“So cool! I wish i could cook that well!”

“Thank you.” *likes comment*

He has around 1k followers

Gets around 600 likes on average

50% are actual foodies and chefs who like his food

30% are people who find him hot and spam his comments with stuff about his looks (which he sees but doesnt acknowledge because he doesnt know what to say)

One time he decided for his making process he would post a picture of himself with some chopped onions

Ever since then he’s been flooded with thirst comments

The other 20% are his friends or other connections hes made

He only properly responds to comments with constructive criticism or detailed feedback

Commenter who actually cares about his cooking: “oh wow i really like the way you (insert professional cooking terminology). Although the plating was slightly messy to me, i think it still came out really great. Good job!”

To which bennett responds with something like “I do agree, i could have plated it a little better because i rushed to finish, but ill make sure not to do that next time. Thank you for the feedback.” *likes and pins comment*

His bio says

Bennett R. Frazier

18

Aspiring chef

Feedback appreciated

He/him

This ended up being way longer than i intended oop