#divebcr

         “all I need from your side is for you to communicate ! — respect for my time, respect for my space, respect for my energy... cause i've been waiting here all night for you to warm me up and you haven't once thought of me.”

manwolves - ‘roses’    /     @divebcr

“THINGS NEVER WORK for us, you know that. we were inevitable to end.”

“You okay, there? You look like you could use a little help?” Perched on top of the low wall separating two properties, Brooke rose her eyebrows at the stranger. It was her favourite spot to sit, giving her the chance to people watch in relative peace. And while her intention was not to get involved, she couldn't just stand idly by when someone was clearly struggling. “I won’t bite, I promise...Unless it helps?”

“I’m never gonna pass this class. Who the hell decided you needed to pass math to get a literature degree anyway?” The brunette mumbled, looking over the seemingly endless problems scattered across the page. “Do you think you could help me out? We can Postmate something, my treat.”

          𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 how to feel as he sucked in his cheeks and gave a curt nod to poppy. they weren’t together. they never had been. she was his best friend’s girl and as much of an asshole as jason could be, tavi had never betrayed him before until last night. it still replayed in his mind: poppy crying on him, poppy kissing him, her clothes coming off and his as well and then everything went from there. now, though, she was sitting in front of him telling him that sometime in the span between his dick being inside of her and sunrise, she’d worked things out with jason and he was left sitting confused on what to say.      ‘    that’s..... great. i’m happy you guys worked it out. and we don’t ever have to tell him what happened because it was just a... dumb thing, yeah?     ’ — @divebcr

                florianne’s invitation to after parties around the city wasn’t due to any talent of her own. unless, of course, shopping thoughtfully and often swiping a credit card counted as a talent. her being friends with the right people meant that no door was really closed for flora. coy words or bribes usually got the woman whatever she wanted. and it’s how she’d managed to get out tonight, to the after party of some award show she hadn’t bothered to tune in to, where she looked no different from the room of a-listers. eventually, every night had to come to an end, but she’s thankful to have her assistant by her side. the two rarely separated, and to be honest the heiress treated them more as a friend who occasionally helped her out with schedules and meetings. she’d gotten a little bit out of hand, drinking far more than she’d intended to and leaving her drunkenly cuddled into the side of her assistant as they rode home in the back of an uber. she’s slightly incoherent, mumbling more than anything, ‘  you had fun tonight ... right?  ’  she’s clutching onto the seatbelt to try and keep herself steady, ‘  ya .... ya know if you don’t wanna, like, go out with me you can just stay home, i’ll be .. i’m fine.  ’