𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[drunkstext]

* drunkstext , writing blog for tastesme . all starters and replies will be posted here . sideblog . do not interact if you are under the age of twenty . xoxo .

[dietpepzi]

'   yeah,   that   still   doesn't   make   any   sense.   '   homme   replies,   shrugging   broad   shoulders   ––––  trying   to   appear   as   if   he   didn't   care.   maybe   he   could   have   informed   teagen   that   he   had   been   casually   seeing   her   best   friend   before   the   two   met   and   began   dating   but   it   didn't   seem   worth   it,   after   all   hadn't   technically   done   anything   wrong.   '   you   decided   to   cheat   because   you   found   out   i   was   kinda   dating   chloé   before   we   even   had   a   thing?   how   is   that   the   same,   it   was   before   you   came   into   my   life.   '   and   sure,   maybe   kissing   chloé   specifically   after   finding   out   about   fem's   betrayal   was   wrong   too,   but   asher   had   to   be   the   pettier   person.   looks   behind   him   at   the   blonde   briefly,   honestly   forgot   she   was   still   here.   '   what   do   you   want   me   to   say?   you   still   did   it   ––––  we're   all   single   now   so   technically   chloé   and   i   haven't   done   anything   wrong.   '

[drunkstext]

eyes closed in a habit of frustration , letting out a soft exhale at his words . she knew no matter how many times she tried to explain , how many different ways & in every form imaginable — it doesn't change what she did . hooking up with an ex because she got her feelings hurt wasn't right and she knew it . . . but it's how she deals with things . self sabotage , one would call it . ' it still hurt , asher ! either you were dating her , or you weren't — there is no in between and according to her , you two were very much together , so what did you expect me to do ? ' it was a cat and mouse game that didn't seem to have an end , and teagen will never understand why she chooses to come back every time . ' right — sure , asher . whatever makes you feel better . at least i know how to take responsibility for the shit i do wrong . ' finishes her drink and drops the cup , turning and walking away because clearly — she wasn't drunk enough for this party .

[dietpepzi]

'   i'm   not   doing   this   with   you   anymore,   besides   you   didn't   give   a   fuck   about   me   when   you   cheated   ––––  all   of   a   sudden,   i   kiss   your   best   friend   and   you're   bothered   again?   well,   you   don't   need   to   worry,   we   were   drunk   it's   not   going   anywhere.   you   can   go   back   to   your   dude.   '

[drunkstext]

' i have told you — so many times that what happened was a mistake . you hurt me , so i ran and done something to hurt you . . it doesn't make it right but it's what happened . ' painfully speaks , head tilted to the side as she feels the strings of her heart tighten with each passing second , ' i know that i fucked up , alright ? but doing — what you did — ' points behind him , at the all too familiar blonde , ' when you know what's already happened between us three . it's fucked up and you know it . '

[c0zys]

" i'm just saying , it sure as hell sounds like he's into you . "

[drunkstext]

' and that concerns you how ? don't forget — you were the one who didn't want this . '

[c0zys]

" i'm just looking forward to how you're going to lie your way out of this one . "

[drunkstext]

' 'm not lying about anything . you're taking this shit way out of proportion and forcing me into being the bad guy . '

[vvisteriagrows]

rosalyn huffs, a sound impatient and annoyed and barely contained despite the careful veneer she'd constructed for the event. hannah's gentle, sensitive ; she lacks the edge that's inborn to the chase family, and in a sick way, rosalyn is grateful that she's found a way out. " look, you're showing up for both of them now. that's the whole point of all of this, which means that it's your job to stick around until it's done. look, you think this is fun for me ? " hand is thrown gracelessly to gesture at herself, cocktail dress that hugged her curves and heels that had already chafed her feet raw. " can you suck it up for one night ? "

[drunkstext]

the conversation had quickly taken a turn , and it was going into a territory that damon didn't have much patience for . he cared for his friend , of course — and while he didn't have much interaction with the bride to be , she was a good person , he could tell . and he would be there for the events he needed to be at , sure , but he would definitely not be doing it sober . ' you're giving me a lecture about leaving an event twenty minutes before it's supposed to end ? ' he jokes , watching as she gestures to herself , and perhaps it was pure alcohol , or the habit of it all — but his eyes shamelessly scanned her figure as she did . ' that's where me and you differ , i've been here , done what i needed to do . you can save the rest of this teaching moment for the next event . ' sends a wink her way before turning to grab him another beer because something tells him — this conversation wasn't ending so easily .

[neckbreakers-deactivated2025050]

"we're not even together anymore," he pointed out, though, unlike her, his gaze was not avoiding hers at all, eyes intently fixed on the brunette's features he so well knew. "we agreed a long-distance thing wouldn’t work, remember? don’t tell me you’re actually jealous." he let out a soft chuckle, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk as he tried to keep it casual. "besides, she’s just a friend. you know me better than that."

[drunkstext]

her eyes close softly , backing up a few steps and turning around , putting her face in her hands . she told herself she wouldn't be jealous — that if she caught word or seen him with someone else that she wouldn't let it get to her . they were better off apart , it was easier — except it wasn't . it was the lesser of two evils . ' i'm not stupid , tyler . and it doesn't concern me , anyway . you're right , we're not together — and you can do whatever you want . ' finally turns and looks at him , sucking in a cold breath . ' is that the only reason why you came here ? or did you need something else ? '

[gre3dy]

icy    blue    hues    take    him    in    pretty    easily    despite    intentions    to    hurt    her    ,    actually    finding    attempts    to    be    quite    comical    .    ❝    you    lie    about    everything    else    and    that’s    what    you    actually    want    me    to    believe    ?    please    ,    pierce    ,    you’re    ugly    when    you    yell    ,    ❞    smile    increases    with    every    step    taken    closer    ,    allows    digits    to    rest    on    him    ,    ❝    ──    now    say    it    while    i'm    up    close    .    ❞ 

[drunkstext]

the two were a force that was damn near unbreakable , something always pulled them back to one another . despite time passed , committed relationships — it was nothing but an blind obstacle . digits connect to his skin and he looks at her , as the frustration of the whole situation he's found himself sucked into begins to boil . ' i'm serious this time — use your fuckin' tactics on someone else . it's gotten old , and i'm over it . '

[drunkstext]

emotions are running through his head a million miles a minute , and with everyone else it was easy . but with the one standing right in front of him — attempting to keep is composure was the hardest damn thing he's ever had to do . ' it's — good to see you . really , but . . things have changed . i'm not the same person i was . and i can't just — get him back . '

[drunkstext]

' what ? did you think bringing her around was gonna make me jealous ? ' tries to contain her laughter , her eyes moving to look at the brunette on the other end of the room , ' you seem to forget — i took you from her once , and if i wanted to , i can do it again . '

[drunkstext]

' don't you think you're being a little over dramatic about this ? ' questions , hands in his pockets as the loud music blasts through the walls of the club . ' the f.uck was clearly too intoxicated , causin' a scene . you think i'm gonna ignore that ? if you have a problem with it — have better taste in men or don't bring 'em to my club . '

[dietpepzi]

eyes   flutter   closed   as   it   begins   to   sink   in   how   much   homme   had   royally   fucked   up.   he   wasn't   thinking,   harry   didn't   do   this   type   of   thing   ––––   from one   girl   to   the   next   was   male's   usual   deal.   this   feelings   shit,   it   was   all   so   foreign   to   him   and   he   really,   really   adored   hannah   which   made   the   situation   so   much   worse.   his   fuckboy   idiot   brain   let   his   ego   do   the   talking,   had   him   convinced   that   a   girl   he   really   liked   played   him   like   a   fiddle.   as   if   she   were   his   bad   karma,   doing   to   him   what   homme   has   done   to   others.   but   clearly   that   was   his   guilty   conscience   manipulating   him.   '   that's   not   what   i   meant.   '   male   replies,   a   shake   of   his   head   in   irritation.   '   i   haven't   thought   about   being   with   anyone   else   either!   all   i   can   fuckin'   think   about   is   you,   hannah!   '   harry   admits,   pushing   himself   off   of   the   back   wall   of   the   club,   the   muffled   pulsating   music   inside   pissing   him   off.   wasn't   in   the   mood   anymore.   '   i   wasn't   thinking   when   i   kissed   her,   okay?   not   about   moving   on   or   wanting   to   be   over   you   anyway.   i   just   ––––  i   let   my   insecurities   get   to   me,   i   guess.   i   hadn't   heard   from   you   in   weeks,   it   was   as   if   you   ghosted.   i   didn't   know   when   or   if   i   would   hear   from   you   again.   and   it   was   driving   me   fuckin'   crazy   because   i   didn't   know   what   i   did   wrong   and   at   the   lowest   moment   of   my   life   i   just   said   fuck   it,   if   she   doesn't   care   neither   do   i.   '   he   blinks,   slightly   surprised   at   himself   as   it's   the   most   honest   male   has   ever   been   in   his   life.   '   but   i   was   lying   to   myself   because   i   did   care,   i   still   do.   '

[drunkstext]

she loved her father — really , she did . . . but in a case like this , at the thought of him , hannah's blood begins to boil . she truly cares for harry — more than she'd care to admit . and the two were perfectly content in their bubble , until he decided to pop it . now , her father has spoken , there was to be no contact . and even though he wasn't here , could never find him in a dimly lit night club in the middle of the night , you could find people connected to him . one wrong person sees her with the male , and her father could take extraordinary measures to ensure hannah is never around him again . she was risking everything right now — being near him , talking to him , she knew this was the last thing she should be doing . but now he's saying all these things , her heart is beating a million miles a minute , and there's only one thing on her mind . she hangs on every word he speaks and her eyes burn into his own , and although her face shows anger , her heart is jumping . but she remembers : she can't do this . any minute someone could see them , if they haven't already — and they would both be fucked . she doesn't have long , but for a single moment , she decides — fuck it . her hand is placed on the back of his neck , and she's pulling him to her , closing the space between them , as a familiar feeling bubbles in her stomach that she hasn't felt in so long . lips move along his own as she tightens the grip on his neck , her free hand moving to his shoulder , tugging him closer to her . she pulls away , and her fantasy has to end , she remembers , as she looks up at him . ' can't let you forget who's the better kisser . ' teases , looking behind her as she steps back from him , ' if my dad catches us — we're fucked , i have to go . '

[dietpepzi]

a   small   part   of   her   wished   she   never   came   over,   wished   she   made   the   decision   to   let   him   be;   to   let   him   go   and   she   could   continue   with   her   own   life.   of   course   the   question   of   why   would   always   be   hovering   in   the   back   of   her   mind,   why   he   ghosted   after   seemingly   falling   for   her   as   much   as   she   fell   for   him.   but   that   situation   would   be   less   painful   than   the   one   zuri   had   put   herself   in   right   now,   having   zale   almost   physically   pushing   her   away   and   rejecting   his   supposed   feelings.   as   she   connects   their   hands,   homme   tears   his   gaze   from   her   .   .   .   moments   before   refusing   to   answer   the   question   she   poses.   and   even   though   his   actions   further   break   her   heart,   dark   brown   hues   sparkle   with   a   diminutive   amount   of   hope.   he   didn't   say   no.   if   zale   didn't   have   feelings   for   her,   he   would   just   say   that,   in   fact   things   would   have   never   gotten   to   this   point   if   male   had   no   feelings   for   her.   chemistry   would   have   fizzled   out   long   ago.   hands   soon   drop   hers   and   he   tells   her   to   leave,   vision   becomes   slightly   hazy   as   eyes   begin   to   fill   with   tears,   he   had   refused   to   admit   the   truth   but   it   hurt   just   as   much   knowing   that   zale   wanted   fem   to   leave   him   alone.   she   doesn't   move,   only   looks   at   him   with   both   pain   and   distaste   in   her   eyes   ––––  she   wished   she   could   loathe   him,   the   amount   of   hurt   homme   was   causing,   he   deserved   to   be   hated.   but   she   just   couldn't.   '   you're   so   selfish,   '   are   the   first   words   to   fall   from   her   lips   in   a   whisper   while   eyes   still   linger   on   his.   '   i   don't   know   if   you   think   you're   doing   this   to   make   my   life   easier   or   your   own.   if   it's   for   me...   '   fem   pauses,   palm   reaching   out   in   order   for   her   index   finger   to   cup   his   chin,   gently   pulling   his   face   in   her   direction.   he   could   at   least   look   at   the   pain   he's   causing.   '   ...   you're   making   things   ten   times   harder.   because   i   love   you,   or   at   least   i   could   love   you   and   if   you   were   to   leave   my   life   like   this,   it   would   break   me   and   i   don't   know   how   i   would   rebuild   myself   again   because   i've   never   felt   this   way   about   anybody   before.   '   brunette   removes   the   finger   from   his   chin,   granting   homme   permission   to   look   or   walk   away   once   again   if   he   wanted   to   but   she   hopes   that   he   doesn't   ––––   her   mind   is   pleading   with   him   to   feel   the   same   way.   '   i   don't   know   if   you're   scared   or   whatever   but   we   can   talk   about   it   ––––  work   through   it?   i   don't   want   to   just   leave,   or   for   you   to   leave   and   have   the   past   six   months   essentially   be   for   nothing.   that's   a   waste   of   both   of   our   time.   '

[drunkstext]

homme had caused a lot of pain in his life , has been the cause of the cliche trail of broken hearts , and has been the reasoning behind many slammed doors and tear filled voicemails . it was who he was — he could never bring himself to have something real . it terrified him , made him nauseous , he hated the idea of it . but this — with her , there wasn't a word that explained how the look in her eyes made him feel . it was as if his whole body pushed him towards her , and there was never a time where he felt as if he was doing the wrong thing . everything , from the very beginning — with zuri , it was right . he wanted it , wanted her , needed her , almost . and knowing that the inevitable was bound to happen was a feat he wasn't sure he was able to maintain . small digits pull at him and he looks at her , squinting softly as his heart strings pull , knowing that the sight before him will haunt him — knowing that he's the reason behind all of this . she was here , she wanted this , almost as badly as he did , and he's choosing to walk away . but what other choice was there ? to continue , cease all forms of safety that he's put on himself for so long ? knowingly put her in danger . . . put a target on her to be used for collateral for him . he couldn't do it . she would never understand , he didn't expect her to — that a tentative pain is worth more than a permanent scar . he's quiet , knowing he's excersized every option to avoid a conversation and she's not budging . she wasn't leaving without an explanation , and in all honesty , she deserved one . ' it's not that simple . ' finally speaks , softly , continuing to avoid her gaze as he looks at the ground , ' it's not as easy as us just — being together . it's not rainbows and fuckin' butterflies — not with me . you don't understand . . . it's safer this way . ' he runs his fingers through his hair , letting out a soft sigh , ' whether we had this conversation or not — i'm leaving . and there's no level of working it out that can change that . i don't — want to do this zuri . but i have to . ' the least he can do is be honest , tell her that he wants her , needs her — even if he can't have her .

[drunkstext]

* OPEN STARTER / based on .

' when are you gonna f.uckin stop , huh ? . . . what happened the other night was a mistake , and it's not happenin' again . ' homme knew it was a lie — they'd always end up back in the same place , but for now , he meant it .

[wrecksme]

                   “      considering      i'm      single     ,      it      doesn't      really      matter      who      i      do      or      don't      have      on      my      lap      ...      does      it      ?      you're      the      one      in      a      committed      relationship     ,      aren't      you      ?      ”      retorts     ,      &      he'd      be      lying      if      he      said      he      wasn't      getting      a      kick      out      of      this      banter      ―      soft      chuckle      following      his      words     .      “      i      fit      you      into      my      schedule      last      night     ,      didn't      i      ?      hell     ,      i      may      even      have      an      opening      right      now     .      ”

[drunkstext]

' last time i checked . . . i wasn't in a committed relationship with you . you're awfully curious about a broken commitment that you aren't even a part of . ' sure , it wasn't the best decision she's ever made — but the guy was boring . . . and carly perez never cared too much for a boring lifestyle . ' tempting — really . ' her eyes look at him , shamelessly searching as a grin plasters on her lips , ' you're good , but not two nights in a row good . . . maybe next week ? '

[wrecksme]

open to : fems .

                   “      kinda      fucked      up      of      you      ...      you      know      that      ?      walking      'round      here      on      his      arm     ,      like      i      didn't      have      you      naked      in my      bed      last      night     .      ”

[drunkstext]

' oh , but you having some trashy blonde on your lap an hour after i leave your place is perfectly okay . ' speaks , pursing her lips as she shrugs her shoulders towards him , ' don't expect me to sit around waitin' on you to fit me in your schedule . if you do , you'll be highly disappointed . '

[cravemorearchives-deactivated20]

“　i　think　you　and　i　both　know　we’ve　never　been　good　at　just　being　friends,　”　walks　pensively　around　the　island　in　the　apartment　kitchen,　nerves　buckling　her　knees.　did　she　want　less　or　more　?　“　it　shouldn’t　be　—　but for　what　it’s　worth　…　i’ve　missed　you　too.　”

[drunkstext]

couldn't help the grin that moved across his lips , a single moment flashing through his mind , followed by multiple moments that confirmed why things have taken a turn for the worst . he stood on the other end of the island , stomach turning as his arms itch to reach . . . nauseousness settling when he remembers that he can't . ' it's always gonna be you . ' he speaks , quietly --- as if there was someone else listening , ' i just wish it wasn't so damn hard . '