#bri4rs

[cfthesoul]

Happy birthday 💖💖💖

birthday love

thank you so much hun!! i cherish this! 💕

[allieacts]

this is a party. parties are supposed to be fun. / conor edwards.

" your point beeeiiing... what ? that i'm killing the vibe ? " & that last bit might have wanted to come out in a mocking manner – having used her deep, exaggerated boy voice & everything – but there's actual offense clinging to her tone. allie hayes is many things, but a wet blanket is not one of them ! granted, she knows this is just conor's lame attempt at bringing the beer pong beast out of her. she's been dodging the offer all night, opting instead to get dragged into sorority drama & ending up in a heated debate on what the girl code says about dating your sister's ex, but now, he's finally cornered her. quite literally, too, since she's currently in the corner of the kitchen, helping herself to chips straight out of a freshly opened bag – say what you want, taking anything out of a common bowl at a frat party is suicidal. eyes narrow his way now, the crunch of a potato chip echoing between them before she points an accusatory finger his way.

" mkay, you know what ? now you've made me mad. " she hops off the counter, heels gentle as she lands in front of him & rids her palms of any crumbs. " set up the cups, connie ! let's see how long it takes me to straight-up embarrass you in front of all these girls, hm ? "

@bri4rs | meme → always accepting

[br1ars]

jaw ticked but he turned to face nina without a word. head canted, eyes narrowed as if looking over her for a long time before striding towards in with ease. " you enjoy pushing my buttons, don't you? what do you want, nina? " the words are spoken sharply. / @bri4rs.

[briarhq]

she probably should get going. untangle from the wrinkled sheets, get her clothes gathered up from around the room & go back to her own apartment. what she shouldn't be doing, is lay stretched out, arms wrapped around one of his pillows ( which smell really good by the way. very dean, which it's not fair. a guy smelling this good. and when had she started noticing these kinds of things anyways ? ) and she is kinda almost falling asleep right there. because she's warm and for once she feels relaxed. she feels safe and it doesn't help, the way his fingers trace across skin. maybe not entirely random, she knows at least some of those places have a few marks left by him earlier.

fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin. dean di laurentis & brooke maddox. ( @bri4rs. )

[shadowbrn]

lydia martin ( @bri4rs ) said to john logan ; " you're gonna be a good boy ? "

logan's  jaw  clenches  with  tension  as  lydia  speaks.  he  has  a  tight  grip  on  his  chair  as  he  watches  lydia  move  through  his  room.  she's  so  tempting,  and  all  he  wants  to  do  is  pounce  at  her.  however  .  .  .  that's  not  an  option.  she's  dangled  'good  boy'  over  him,  and  logan  has  a  praise  kink  a  mile  long.  she'd  told  him  to  stay,  and  he  was  going  to  do  just  that.  ❝  i  like  to  think  i'm  always  a  good  boy  .  .  .  aren't  i?  ❞

[shadowbrn]

lydia  martin  (  @bri4rs​  )  said  to  john  logan  ;  “are you really going to make me ask?”

logan  can’t  hide  his  smirk  as  he  looks  at  lydia.  he  knows  she’s  a  girl  who’s  used  to  getting  what  she  wants  .  .  .  and  normally?  he’s  happy  to  give  it  to  her.  but  also?  he  loves  making  her  wait,  she’s  cute  when  she’s  frustrated,  and  she’s  usually  at  her  most  frustrated  when  he  pretends  he  has  no  idea  what  she’s  going  on  about.  ❝  sorry,  lydia,  ❞  he  said  with  a  shrug,  ❝  i  can’t  read  minds  yet.  so  you’re  going  to  have  to  tell  me  exactly  what  you  want.  ❞

[shadowbrn]

hannah  wells  (  @bri4rs​  )  said  to  dean  di  laurentis  ;  ❛  it’s about time you got up.  ❜

there’s  an  immediate  urge  to  respond.  he  wants  to  tell  her  to  fuck  off,  to  push  her  away  both  verbally  and  physically  .  .  .  but  there’s  a  small  rational  part  of  his  mind  that  knows  garrett  will  kick  his  ass.  maybe  he  wants  that  .  .  .  but  he  listens  to  the  rational  part,  instead  choosing  to  pull  his  blankets  over  his  head  and  burrowing  further  into  his  bed.  he’s  only  left  it  to  get  more  drinks  or  a  joint,  and  it’s  what’s  working  for  him.  ❝  you’re  in  the  wrong  room.  ❞  he  mutters  from  under  the  covers,  honestly  ignoring  her  words  because  he  just  doesn’t  want  to  hear  them,  ❝  garrett’s  in  the  master  bedroom.  you  should  know  that  by  now.  ❞

[shadowbrn]

❝  why  didn’t  he  come  and  talk  to  me  himself?  ❞

@bri4rs​  sent  💬  for  dean  di  laurentis  (  for  lydia  )