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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖐𝖊.

that’s twenty two year old burke campbell, who’s a junior, taking up pre-law. around briar university, people know them to be magnanimous, but some say they’re also lonely. when people think of a cigarette tucked behind your ear for later, the roaring cheer after scoring a penalty and getting home at sunrise, they think of burke. they live in dean house and their favorite place on campus is haywood hall. let’s hope they make the most out of their time here in briar university! @briaruniversity

#ochqintro #and here's my second child

itsrickybitch:

“𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮!” ricky called back to him as he haphazardly spun the nozzle of the shower in the other direction… too far, to where he ended up with a spray of cold water instead, before finally readjusting it someplace in the middle that felt right. back to the task at hand- relaying a mild horror story to his best friend that would probably evolve into way too many offshoot inside jokes between them as a result. “okay, alright, so- i wake up to this weird noise from beside me right? am on my side, got my back turned to her but..” he leaned his head back, letting the water run over him and smoothing his palms over his face and pushing his hair out of the way. “i can feel she’s there on the bed. so i’m half asleep but i’m like okay.. i should let her know i’m awake, say good morning, see if she’s up for round two, something… and then… i smell it.” he continued his story by dropping that ominous-sounding line. “zolfo- ah.. how you guys say it?” he thought about it for a beat as his hands ran over his chest and stomach, rinsing sweat away. “sulfur, i think? anyway, i finally turn around, and i look at her… and she’s just eating a boiled egg. in my bed. the shell is.. fucking everywhere dude, it’s everywhere, that was the noise i was hearing when i woke, and-”

burke’s brow creased in confusion as ricky picked up the story again. he was always attentive and expressive whenever ricky shared the details of his most recent conquests, not least because they were always worth paying attention to. he’s got his arms above his head, facing the shower head as he nods, even though he knows his friend isn’t even looking over. at i smell it, the horror on burke’s face is almost comical as he looked to the side, looking straight at ricky as he waited to find out what the smell in question is. because smelling things when you’re laying naked in bed with someone isn’t.. ideal. “wait, wait, wait,” he said, hand coming up to try and stop ricky in his tracks. “she peeled the egg in your bed?” his nose is scrunched for a moment before he erupted into laughter, short but loud enough to echo around the otherwise empty shower stalls. “alriiiight. jesus, man, what happened next?” all attempts at showering had been near abandoned now, his hand just aimlessly rubbing at his torso as he awaited the next part.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞⸥

forbescaroline

burkehq

cavingins:

forbescaroline:

ultimate top ten ships meme → elite dynamics (as voted by my followers) #9. ander/guzman/polo “No, don’t leave. Stay here with me for a while. Like we used to do.”

* 𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 〉 featuring , 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 : a peek into their dynamic ( @burkehq , @itsrickybitch ) .

#weeeeeee i LOVE.#ricky tag tbd #asriel tag tbd

swcct-like-sinnamon:

Hands tucked into the pockets of her oversized varsity jacket, Yara laughed along as her teammates chattered on around her. The girls were just about to head out to one of the booths when she spotted another familiar face approaching, and though there was a flash of curious surprise on her dainty features, she was quick to offer a shy little wave back, gesturing for the girls to go on without her. “Oh. No, I’m okay- thank you though,” she said with a dimpled smile, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear as she tried ignore the way her pulse had suddenly picked up. She was being ridiculous, really, because Burke had to be teasing her when he’d asked her to the event- there was no other explaination, she would hardly consider herself his type. “Having fun?”

“yeah, it’s pretty good.” his voice is almost trying too hard to be casual, weighed down by the curiosity as to why yara hadn’t wanted to come here with him. he hadn’t seen anything that suggested that she’d come with someone else, and couldn’t understand why she’d prefer to come alone. he figured they were friends. “how about you? i didn’t mean to, like, pull you away from your friends. did you come as a group thing?” a not-so-subtle way of getting information, there.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖞𝖆𝖗𝖆⸥

offcampvs:

it was nice, emira had to admit. going out to a party wasn’t exactly on the top of her ‘to do list’ for the day, but leave it to burke to convince her to relax for a little bit, albeit in a way she hadn’t really been in the mood for at first but was now enjoying a lot. she showed him a grateful smile, not wanting to get all sappy suddenly out on the dance floor, but as soon as the song ended, she practically ambushed him in a tight hug. “this was really nice,” she sheepishly said, as she hastily withdrew her arms around him and gestured for them to head back to where all the alcohol was. if she was going to have fun tonight, she might as well go all out. “i hadn’t realized how stressed i was until i tried remembering how long it’s been since i’ve last danced anywhere other than my room, and couldn’t remember. if i get drunk, can you please take me home?” emira asked.

it felt like a victory to see emi having a good time. her smile made him relax and smile in return, catchy as ever. when her body flew at him he met her with an amused laugh - the movement nearly knocking him back if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her waist in time. he held her tight, rocking them both back and forth as he ignored the incoming beat of the next song to focus on her words. “of course, em, i’ve got ya,” he promised, pressing a kiss to her temple as he pulled back. “and you’re a great dancer, hey-” he said as he took her hands, starting to move to the beat again. burke knew that if they stuck together, she wasn’t going to get any unwanted attention from other guys.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆⸥

hcnnxhfm:

“that’s the thing, horror movie rules, babe. you’re totally dying first, I’ll be like, third to die.“ a look of disgust grew on her face as the words left his mouth, “we’re not bonnie and clyde, there’s no way in hell i’m dying with you.” swatting his hand away, “only romantic thing that’s gonna happen is in your dreams.”

“if you’re third to die then maybe you, me and number two can have some fun times together in hell,” burke countered, smile wide and amused and antagonistic as ever. “is that where it all happens for you, too? you dream about us?”

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖍⸥

sethkate

#✮ — A𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘. ⸢𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖘⸥

itsrickybitch:

“𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨- if anything, i got it from you.” ricky teasingly threw the accusation right back at him as he shoved his shirt and his warmups into his locker. “let’s don’t talk for a week, we’ll see if anything improves for either of us, ah?” he was obviously joking; he wasn’t sure that he and burke had ever gone more than 3 days without speaking in the entire time they’d known each other. he reached for a towel from the pile after burke did and immediately shook it out to unfold it, “oh shit,” he chuckled, “probably? campus is big but not that big.” and the girls who were into soccer players were likely to be the same girls who were into swimmers; plus, the two of them having the same taste wasn’t exactly out of the realm of possibility. ricky turned to pull his own bottoms down and off, fairly loose about securing the towel around his hips. “speaking of gross, and girls.. i have a story to tell you.” he began with a slight grin, “i can laugh now, but at the time i really felt like i was being pranked or something.” he followed burke into the showers, taking the stall nearest the exit, and tossed his towel over the wall dividing it from the others. “so the other morning i wake up with this girl in my bed, right? doesn’t sound bad by itself, i know, wait-” he told him, turning the showerhead on and stepping under it with it turned up way too hot, “ah, fuck!” he always adjusted it afterward. idiot.

“alright, yeah, go fuck yourself,” he said at the suggestion of them not talking for a week, voice playful and amused, all but challenging ricky to try. burke ran his fingers through his own hair, messing it up a little in preparation for the water. his eyebrows raised with his interest. “mmm?” he prompted. a story with girls and gross involved sounded just like the kind of story that the two would find amusement in, together. bouncing the entertainment back and forth and twisting them into inside jokes over time. when he could see that ricky was ready, he started off towards the showers, throwing his own towel over the wall panel once they got there. “dipshit,” he said with an equal mix of laughter and affection as ricky swore at the hot water. he stepped under his own shower, head tilted up at the water as he let it run over his face and hair. after a few moments, he turned to let the water hit his back. “so yeah, man, you were saying - girl in your bed?” he prompted, looking over. “sounds good so far.”

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞⸥

hcnnxhfm:

as soon as the comment left burke’s mouth hannah was rolling her eyes as far as they could go. the night was proving that all of her instincts were right, why would she try and be nice? ❝ hilarious, that was a good one, ❞ sarcasm dripping through her words. ❝ i’ve already accepted my fate in the horror movie realm though. you do realize the drug dealer always dies, right? so unless you’re about to become some strong outstanding individual of society, i’d be happy to lead the killer straight to you.❞

the sarcasm was like fuel for burke, his feigned innocence showing through his amused smile. “you can’t lead the killer to me if he kills you first,” he pointed out, pulling a cigarette from the pack sitting in his back pocket. “is this how it goes then, we die together? how romantic,” he teased, making an exaggeratedly cute face with his nose scrunched up and booping the end of her nose.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖍⸥

burke was still a little sour that yara turned him down when he asked her to come with him. as he was perched back against the hood of some randomer’s car and eating nachos out of a little cardboard tray, he caught sight of her across the way. something drew him to her, had done for a while but it was even more potent now that she’d said no to him. and he wasn’t the kinda guy to pursue girls to the point of making them uncomfortable - but he and yara were still friends, right? he pushed up from the hood of the car, making his way over and throwing her a slightly cringe little wave as he drew closer. “nacho?” he asked, offering the tray out with one hand as he took one himself, dipping it in the little plastic pot of cheese and then putting it in his mouth. @swcct-like-sinnamon

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖞𝖆𝖗𝖆⸥

ofmonths:

“ ouch! ” nevaeh looked in front of her, a slightly nervous face as she occasionally looked behind her at the screen. it was a drive in theater but she didn’t use a car - she walked here and she was about to walk back. “ sorry! i got distracted at whoever it was that walked in front of the projector a minute or so ago. ” she looked back in front of her. “ i’m trying to leave before the horror movies start playing, which is any minute now. ” @briaruniversity

burke hesitated for a moment. knowing that she couldn’t possibly be talking to him. they hadn’t spoke in so long now, mostly because she hated him. for obvious reason. he’d been a dick to her, before, and his pride convinced him it was easier to stay out of her way than it was to apologise, or make any kind of amends. after a certain amount of time has passed, apologies are just for the guilty, right? “maybe y’should face your fears. i’m sure it won’t be so bad.”

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖊𝖍⸥

whitercom:

A LAUGH ESCAPES HER AT THAT, leaning back into the couch beneath her. “ color me suddenly curious as to what’s happening in the life of burke. —don’t they have, like, the technology in criminal science to tell if something’s self-inflicted or not, anyways ?? ” zelda’s not expecting an answer, quickly adding, “ well then, babes. i’m entrusting you with pulling me out of this seventh circle of hell. got any sparkling ideas as to what we can get up to ?? ”

“nothing interesting, just - enough,” he says weakly, paired with an unashamed shrug. “but, god, i’m here on a partial scholarship, and every time a grade slips even a little the prof is on my ass,” he says, moving to tuck his legs underneath him. “which means i probably should be studying right now but the further into college i get, the more my motivation is just dying.” his brows are furrowed together now, partially off the back of his previous admission and also thinking about what she’d just said. “you seem like the kinda mastermind who can trick a crime scene, and i’ve been told i look suspicious, before.”

at her request, he gets up and digs in his backpack for a little tin and pulls out two pre-rolled joints. “wanna partake? we can figure something else out whilst we chill.” he moves over to the window grabbing an ashtray on the way and then, cracking the window open what little it did due to the safety catch. whilst perched on the window ledge he offers one out to zelda. “heard rumours it has anti-brain bashing qualities in it, y’know?”

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖟𝖊𝖑𝖉𝖆⸥

hcnnxhfm:

taking a swig from her water bottle that was filled to the brim with alcohol, the redhead was going to make the most of the night - especially if the movie playing wasn’t one she particularly enjoyed. extending some curtousey and offering the bottle to the person next to her, she asked, ❝favorite horror movie. and not in the dumb way like scream asked, what’s your actual favorite horror movie?❞

@briaruniversity

burke wouldn’t admit it out loud, but burke did enjoy these moments of mutual peace between the two of them, even if he knew that it was doomed not to last. “dunno. i feel like in every one i watch, the redhead dies, though,” he said, corners of his mouth twitching into a cocky smile as he took the bottle from her. he had some, scrunching up his nose when the contents weren’t necessarily his drink of choice, but nodding his thanks regardless.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖍⸥

he’s drunk out of his head when he showed up at mina’s place, the aftermath of the party still glistening on his skin and the early hours of the morning accessorising his arrival. “lemme in,” he demanded to himself more than anything, head down as he mass texted her to announce his arrival. he wasn’t ready to go home, he needed to do something chaotic. @killerinstiinct

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆⸥

burke was fucking about on the soccer field, doing some kick ups and just distracting the other players. and with the girls and the guys teams practising together, that just gave him more people to pull into his non-productive game. “ki - heads up!” he said before kicking the ball up and then head-ing it in her direction. @angelfvced

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖐𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖟⸥

offcampvs:

closed starter for @burkehq

“okay, okay, i admit it. going out tonight was kinda fun,” emira said, smiling widely as she continued dancing to the loud music. she didn’t frequent greek row all that much, mostly because she never really had any reason to, but she had to admit, they knew how to throw a good party. maybe it was because she was already a little tipsy, but as the next song came on, she threw her hands up and showed burke an excited grin. “i love this song! come on, come dance with me?”

burke’s arms were above his head now, fists pumped in a sign of pure victory. he couldn’t say no to a dance, quickly knocking back the remaining half of his beer before abandoning his ever-so-stereotypical red solo cup on the nearest surface to follow her through. “you just gotta force yourself out sometimes, but it’s nearly always worth it,” he said to his friend, leaning a little closer so that she could hear him over the music before he joined her in dance, letting them get lost in the bustle that came with being in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor.

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆⸥

vauxstxrm:

Storm’s probably the ONLY person who uses the pool outside of training and well, late night skinny dipping. At least he figured that’s what the students here did. In retrospect, he didn’t even want to think about that - arms crawling forward in the water before he went to breathlessly rest at the rim .. almost startled to see someone’s feet in front of him passing by. “ I’m DONE anyway, you can use the pool if you want to. ” There was enough space for like 8 - still.

the voice scared burke for a second there. not that he hadn’t seen storm there, he just didn’t realise that he’d finished up swimming, or was about to say something. “oh, no,” he said, making a move with his hand to symbol ‘no’. “i’m here looking for ricky, thought he had practise today and thought i’d catch him- should’ve called,” he said of his best friend the swim captain. “so like - don’t rush, y’know? all’s good.”

#✮ — 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗧. ⸢𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒⸥

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