#bxgdeal

[varsityfield]

for @bxgdeal based on this post

she had been his assistant since the minute he even started to name a name for himself --- so it just made sense that he’d offer her to move into his big house in new york. after all, whenever there was an emergency she had to drive down to see him. this just made the most sense, didn’t it? to constantly have her around? and, really, just because they got a little too close sometimes didn’t mean anything. even if people were starting to ask him about her, it didn’t really matter. either way, he was walking into the living room and holding out his phone, laughing a little. “they ‘ship’ us --- what does that mean?” he questioned, showing her the tweets that he had gotten after posting a selfie of them the night before.

[downpcured-blog]

☾ @bxgdeal ☾

anita hardly remembered anything that happened the night before. the only thing she was certain of was that she woke up naked in her ex’s bed. she tried slipping out of their place quietly, but she was pulling up her dress when she heard them shift in their bed.  “ ..morning, ” she greeted them sheepishly.

[dreamcavity-blog]

closed starter for @bxgdeal​ based on this !

it started with petty arguments — a series of consecutive and frequent disagreements that slowly turned into harsh shoves and raised voices. he knew he was partially at fault, if not totally so; he always had a bad habit of being stubborn. if only he had stepped down and swallowed his pride, maybe he wouldn't have been in that situation: heart pierced and drowning in cheap beer, tired eyes unable to tear itself away from the person he was once privileged enough to call his. zachary's grip on the solo cup in hand grew tighter at the thought, almost as tight as how his chest felt, but not quite. with tentative steps, he approached his ex. it killed him to see them looking at a stranger with a gaze that was once reserved for him and him alone. " hey. it's been a while, " he managed to croak out; " how've you been. "

[bxdyrxck]

@bxgdeal

“My parents will be here for dinner in less than an hour,” Samantha reminded her roommate, placing some pasta in the boiling water on the stove. She was wearing a sundress that her mother had bought her a month before on a shopping trip; a dress she’d never be caught dead wearing if it weren’t for the occasion. “If you could please stay on your best behavior that would be be greatly appreciated.” The last comment came out as more of a command than a request, something that the blonde couldn’t really help. Her parents didn’t come over often, but when they did she was more than aware that it was sticky territory. For starters, her parents didn’t know she was into girls and they definitely didn’t know that she was dating her roommate. It also didn’t help that the two girls had been bickering constantly the past week, doing everything and anything to get on each other’s last nerves.

[dreamschased]

based off of ‘ we’ve been broken up for a couple months now but wait we’re at the same party ?? and you’re with someone that isn’t me and i’m drunk and the person sitting next to you is looking at you how i look at you and you’re looking at them how you used to look at me ?? and now i’m drunkenly confessing my love to you in the middle of this party please take me back i miss you ‘ // @bxgdeal

          ☆ﾟ. * · 。ﾟ walker hadn’t been to a single party since he earned his bachelor’s degree, but when one of his buddies, brian, decided to host a ‘ reunion ‘ of some sorts for their circle of college friends that all, coincidentally, were home for the weekend, it wasn’t like walker could just say no ( not matter how much he wanted to. )

          brian had assured him that it would be a small, intimate function, but when walker found himself strolling up the driveway with a lawn that was littered with multiple cars and pieces of trash alike, he should’ve known how big of a liar brian was. ( walker’s promise to the other to stay for, at least, an hour or two was inching closer and closer to being broken as the night continued on. )

          he didn’t even have a second to greet the familiar faces he bumped into once he walked through the front door; the booming sounds of music in the background and the overlapping voices around him were enough to drown out any kind of coherency he could interpret. a red solo cup filled with whatever concoction of alcohol was shoved to his hand, followed by the urging on by others to down the whole thing before he could even take two steps. ( he hadn’t a drink in months, which is probably why is tolerance was so low. was his face getting red? he wasn’t even sure anymore. )

          a shot or two ( or three or four ) later, and walker was a sufficient amount of drunk that everything seemed to be moving in his dizzy state. the only thing he could focus straight on, though, was the sight of a female figure across the way that made his heart both soar and break at the same time. ( she was talking to some guy. she was smiling. he was smiling. ) walker gulped. hard.

          cue the brunette stumbling the couple of feet or so for him to be standing in front of the other, barely mustering enough energy to stand up straight and maintain his balance. “whad’ya think you’re doin’?” he slurred out, his tone a lot angrier than he anticipated it to be. “’s not okay---stop it!”