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@bottlebymybed
drink what i want, be what i want, say what you want me to say, like i can pretend that i don't want it and i'm afraid. weave a story so i don't have to talk, no. it's not a problem if i never get caught!!
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drugs. alcohol. smoking. they gotta make a secret fourth thing i can do every day with no consequences
its wednesday but at least im bisexual
be the bigger person? WRONG! murder spree! 🔪🔪🔪🩸🩸🩸🔪🔪☠️☠️☠️☠️🫀🫀🫀🔪🔪☠️☠️🩸☠️🩸🫀🫀🫀🔪🩸🔪🩸☠️🔪🔪🩸☠️🩸🩸☠️🔪🔪🔪🫀🫀
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charles loves the greatest showman
lucian huffed a breath through his nose, the sound flat even as charles' weight settled on him, limbs sloppy and almost hitting lucian in the face. he wasn't drunk enough for this and reached for his drink to remedy that immediately. "jesus, charles." voice low and dry, one eyebrow already up in practiced irritation. his hand came up anyways, fingers brushing their wrist to push their hand down. "you're already slurring my name. how much more fun you want?" but the growing smirk on his lips said another story.
he let the silence stretch just long enough for charles to squirm against him and then lucian reached into his pocket, movements lazy, almost reluctant. "you're a fucking menace." but he pulled out a small baggie anyways, the white powder catching the light before he tucked it into charles' hand. "don't spill on my couch or i'll make it your fuckin' problem." voice still flat, defensive, but his thigh shifted under charles' weight to steady him, thumb brushing in a slow circle against the inside of their wrist before he let it go.
“mhmmmm,” charles said slowly, dragging the sound out. “but you like me being a menace, i knoooow it.” he had to, right? otherwise, why would the two of them keep finding their way back into each other’s orbit? that was what charles told themself, anyway, because it was easier than thinking too hard about it. easier than thinking about how much fun they wanted, which was really just enough to forget about all the shit happening in their personal life, all the ugly little things they kept shoved behind a locked door and pretended didn’t exist. their grin turned wicked the second lucian produced exactly what they wanted, eyes bright as they looked him over. then, like he was asking for something as casual as a lighter, charles tilted his head and asked, “you gonna let me do a line off your stomach?”
teagan always felt too..awkward at nice parties like this. too out of place. though he often felt that way more often than not — like there wasn't anywhere he belonged. it was a truth he swallowed a long time ago, and one he knew he would always have to live with. there were too many people who were put together and he couldn't be more of a mess. it was taking everything in him not to leave and bolt without a word. his usual m.o. but he couldn't do that to charles. here they were, dancing in a sea of people in suits and thousand dollar dresses, their proximity making goosebumps rise on his skin. there was something so intimate about they way they were dancing that made a shiver run down his spine. teagan's fingers toyed with the hair on the nape of their neck and his nose brushed against their own — the air between them felt electric. it was something he'd never felt before in his entire life. god, he wanted to kiss them. he wanted to take charles away and let them do whatever the hell they wanted to. teagan wanted more. he wanted everything that charles would be willing to give him. "c'mon, let's go." teagan whispered, his lips just barely touching charles' own. "i wanna get out of here. please? can we?" @bottlebymybed
charles was used to nice parties. nice parties full of people who didn’t give a single fuck about anything or anyone in the room, no matter how politely they smiled over champagne flutes. it was tiring. growing up with old money meant charles was used to suits and expensive dresses, to people sticking their noses up at shit that didn’t matter, to playing nice with everyone their grandmother would’ve approved of. their dad had tried to instill a little more kindness in his heart, and maybe some of it had taken, but still. charles knew how to move through rooms like this. knew how to smile, how to flirt, how to look untouchable. so, whatever the context, he knew a nice party. what they weren’t used to was the feeling of teagan’s fingers tangled at the nape of their neck, looking up at them with darkened eyes while they were supposed to be just dancing. charles hummed, smile curving when teagan leaned closer, like that closeness hadn’t already done something terrible to their pulse. “you wanna get away that bad, huh, baby?” he asked, voice low and teasing even as his heart raced in his chest. “you don’t think anyone’s gonna miss us?” they were teasing, of course, because it was easier than admitting they wanted nothing more than to hear those begging sounds in a very different context.
@bottlebymybed asked: ‘ this is me swallowing my pride. ’ AND ‘ i’m sorry for that night. ’
there was a lot that teagan hated about himself — his anger being at the very top of that list. it physically made him feel sick to his stomach, being so angry at someone that all he could see was red and right now, he was feeling just like that. he wanted to run, get away from charles so he could actually breathe again, but that's what he always did. run away until things either blew over or the other person came crawling back like always. "wow, how many times did you fuckin' rehearse that shit, charles?" teagan's eyes roll as he stands at his doorway, preventing the other from entering. his chest feels tight, looking at them like this. it's taking all of himself not to step to the side. but teagan's hurt, he doesn't want to give in so easily. "was it just as hard for you to swallow your damn pride as it was to say the shit you did about me?" it was a conversation he knew he wasn't supposed to hear. how easy he was to get teagan to trust him after his accident and teagan losing his memories — how charles really felt about teagan. "you're not sorry. if you were sorry, you wouldn't have said what you did." stepping down closer to where they stood, teagan prods charles' chest with his finger. "i'm fucking done. you lost me."
charles never apologized. that was the thing. if they upset someone, who fucking cared? life wasn’t fair. life was mean. he’d learned that lesson early, and he’d been more than happy to pass it along to anyone who didn’t matter. but the problem was, teagan kind of mattered. teagan kind of mattered a lot, actually, and charles hated how badly that complicated things. he was fucking annoying and obnoxious, sure, but he was funny. he made charles laugh, made them feel seen in a way that had nothing to do with cash or status or whatever else people usually wanted from them. and now that they actually had a chance to talk, charles was stuck with the horrible realization that they really fucking liked him. “i didn’t, actually,” he said quietly, biting the inside of his cheek like that might keep the rest of the words from spilling out too fast. “i – i didn’t mean any of that.” they groaned, carding a hand through their hair, visibly uncomfortable with the whole concept of sincerity. what the fuck were they supposed to do? be honest about their feelings? apparently. “come on, baby,” he said, lower lip jutting into a pout that was half-deflection, half-plea. “i’m sorry.”
the way that the other was looking at him lit a small fire inside of teagan's belly which confused him even more but still made him want to know who this person was to him. did they have a past? would he ever remember? biting the inside of his cheek, he did his best to play how they were affecting him off. "you think i'd fuckin' lie about losing my memory? fuck off." teagan bites back. at least that part of his personality is still intact, right? swallowing hard, his eyes finally meet theirs and that warmth inside of him only grows. they had to have been someone..important to him if they had this effect on him. "right..sure, whatever the hell you say." he can't help but scoff at what charles is saying. "i mean..i have to have a good enough reason to play hard to get if i keep doing it." teagan was always a creature of habit, his repetitive behaviors often getting him in trouble more than he'd ever actually admit. his adams apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard when they get even closer to him. "you want it now? i can give it to you. maybe talking more'll jog my memory." the words are soft, but he makes sure they can hear every one.
oh, they really liked the way they could see him swallow, like charles was making him nervous. it made something sick and mischievous burn low in their stomach, and they could’ve giggled from the delight of it if they weren’t so busy pretending to be composed. instead, he pressed closer, shrinking the space between them until it was almost impossible to breathe around. “you think talking’ll jog your memory?” they asked, voice low and taunting. his grin spread slowly, sharp at the edges. “yeah? don’t you think kissing me might help more?” a beat passed, and then charles laughed, warm and mean and entirely too pleased with themself. “as for playing hard to get, i think you just like pissing me off.” which, well – that part was certainly true.
daily affirmations: remember to be violent confrontational and hard to get along with
Fuck quiet sex. I want loud sex. Compliment the fuck out of me. Tell me how long you’ve wanted this. How badly you want this. How long you’ve been thinking about this. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you’re feeling and how it feels. Groan in my mouth when we kiss and I bite at your lip. Whine in my ear when I pull at your hair or jerk your cock or bite at your chest; be loud asf!!
cock warming...? no no you heard wrong i said cock WARNING this dick is a public menace
he's a sucker, really. a sucker with no restraint, apparently, as he seemed to crumble under charles' look and touch. that's all it took - a bat of eyelashes here, a lingering hand there and chase was a goner.
a shake of his head, confirming that off season hadn't consisted of anything fun. not yet, at least. all he had done was recover, it seemed, spending countless days laying on the couch with his dog. he had plans, but they weren't until later. when charles mentions going away, brows raise. his breath hitches as his thumb works its way across his face. "uh, y-y-yeah. i can - yeah. lets do that." words become hard to form as he tries not to focus too much on what it all meant. cheeks are a dark shade of red as he tries to recover. "you don't have to pay. i can. it's not - i can pay."
something self-satisfied bloomed in charles’ chest when they saw the way chase’s cheeks went red, and they kept their head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly, openly delighted. “you’re so cute when you get all fuckin’ red,” he said, voice warm and teasing as his hand moved from chase’s cheek to just under his chin. he pressed there gently, giving his face the tiniest little shake like he couldn’t help himself. “so cute.” then charles took a step back and crossed their arms, letting their lower lip jut out in an exaggerated pout. “don’t tell me you’re not gonna let me pay?” their nose scrunched, like the very idea offended them. “c’mon, baby, i think you should let me take care of you.” they leaned back into chase’s space again, clearly chasing more of that warmth spreading across his cheeks. “anywhere you want.”
felix grinned over the table, "nervous?" he repeated, brow lifting as his gaze dragged slowly from the cup arrangement to their face. "no. confused? maybe. i thought you were supposed to be good at this." he knew exactly what charles was trying to do. trying to flirt until felix was thrown off his game and inevitably missed. it almost worked, which was annoying enough that felix immediately decided that had to be someone else's problem. felix's mouth curved into a slow smile. "don't worry though. i know why you need to talk so much."
he picked up one of the balls, rolling it between his fingers. "if i were about to lose in my house, at my own party, in front of alllll of these people," he takes a beat, pausing for dramatic effect. "i'd probably be desperate too." felix leaned forward just enough to mirror them, eyes shining bright with a competitive interest that usually got him into trouble. "and baby?" he added, voice dipping around the word. "if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to threaten me with a good time." he took the shot without looking away from charles, sinking it into one of the cups in front of him.
oh. piece of shit. their fingers twitched as they stared at felix, humming under their breath in annoyance. stupid boy. and he was hot, too, which somehow made it even worse. charles didn’t say anything when the ball landed in the cup. they simply plucked it out and lifted the drink. sure, not everyone actually drank whatever had been poured into the cups, but charles threw parties to get fucked up and stupid. so, they stared at felix over the rim of the solo cup and downed it, eyes narrowed the entire time. the cup crumpled in their hand afterward, the only real indication of just how annoyed they were. someone beside them laughed, and charles tilted their head. “i think it’s more fun if we get naked.” they peeled off the first layer of clothing, leaving the tank top underneath. the shrug dropped to the floor before charles took their shot, sending the ball neatly into the cup. their grin widened. “okay. take something off.” a beat. “unless you’re a fuckin’ pussy. or you’re ugly. i don’t know. can’t relate.”
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