Sep 2, 2021
you gonna do the no pants dance with hudson?
“Yes.”
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you gonna do the no pants dance with hudson?
“Yes.”
dear best friend,
Dear Joey, @joey-ali
How do I even describe how much I adore you? There aren't enough words. You have known me since before I can even remember, and you were by my side through the absolute worst moments in my life. I would honestly do absolutely anything for you, and I hope that you know that. You are the only memory from my childhood that I can look back on with any happiness. I don't think you even can begin to understand what you mean to me and what your friendship means to me. You will always be number one on my speed dial. You bring sunshine to my life and you're the one person I don't think I could ever stand to lose. Thank you for being you.
Love,
Lukey
Dear Hudson, @hdbrooks
From the moment we met it was like we had a connection, one that we couldn't even explain. We get each other, though for reasons neither of us are really willing to fess up to. We have our dark sides, the parts of us that we wish no one else had to see, but I'm thankful you accept mine just like I accept yours. You've always been there for me when I needed someone, no matter what, and you should know I will always always have your back.
Luke
hudson.
Eh, he’s alright
rosé wine :)))) accent a DROITE bitch
This got a little long…………., where the fuck your commas at though, hoe.
The first two weeks pass okay, in a haze of whatever bottle he can get his hands on and whatever smoke he can choke his lungs with, but really ─ it’s okay. He’s okay, that’s what he tells himself every day when he feels stupid for missing someone who obviously couldn’t care less for the one they’ve left behind. But it’s midway through the third week when he really gets done in. Maybe it’s the familiarity of the club he’s at, remembering that time they’d done lines in the bathroom before doing each other permanently burned into his brain no matter just how high he’d been flying that night. More likely it’s the fact that he’s seen his carbon copy lingering around at the bar and the giant leap his heart had taken from his chest to his throat. Colt’s so deep into the bottle, losing track of just how many he’s consumed tonight that he almost thinks it’s him for a moment, taking three steps in that direction before realizing the silhouette is all wrong, too thin and angular to be the one he’s seeking. Oxygen seems to leave his lung, squeezed out by a hand that’s thousands of miles away but still has a death grip on his chest.
He’s gasping for breath by the time the metal door smashes into the wall of the alley, cold air hitting him in the face and waking him up enough that he’s coming to. There’s a clatter when his phone slips from vodka clumsy fingers and crashes to the ground, nails scraping against the rough pavement sheering them even shorter than they were before. The number is memorized even if it wasn’t saved in his phone; a blessing in disguise since he couldn’t read the small font of his phone if his life depended on it. It passes his notice that there’s only a few rings before he’s sent to voicemail, a sure and true fuck you to someone who cares so much. “Hey, it’s me ─ Colt,” he lets out a dry laugh that’s choked by the irony that he has to even clarify who he is after everything that’s happened. Silence falls for a few seconds, the blond gathering his thoughts on what to say now that impulse control has failed him once again. “I ─ fuck you, Hudson.” It’s the most polite start to a conversation with a voicemail that he can manage. “Can’t believe you fucking left. No goodbye, no warning ─ nothing.” Colt pulls in a shaky breath, fumbling around in his jacket pocket for his pack of smokes and his lighter. “Maybe I’m just crazy ─ understatement of the year that one but, thought it meant more. You know?” He pauses to light up, having to strike the flint a few times before the flame splutters to life in the breeze whipping through the abandoned alley.
“Guess it was just me though, funny how that works out isn’t it? You wanted this; wanted me ─ and I’m the one left here literally out in the cold.” There’s a shake to his hand to be sure but it’s not from the brisk air. “Don’t think I’ve been sober since you left; not that I was sober when you were here but ─” he’s been doing his best with his own self prescribed headlong dash toward amnesia. “I just ─ I miss you and it feels like there’s this ache in my chest that’s like ─ fuck I don’t even know,” the male has been in pain before, emotional and physical, but this is a kind of anguish all it’s own. “Just ─ fuck you, Hudson, fuck you for leaving me behind, fuck you for not warning, fuck you for making me ─” even in his drunken haze he can’t say the words that have been clawing their way out of his chest since before the elder Brooks brother took off. A dry sob tears it’s way out of his chest at the realization that the one person who he’s actually managed to catch feelings for couldn’t give two shits about him. “Just fuck you and don’t come home, cause I don’t want you anymore.” The lie dies on his lips when he abruptly hangs up the phone, never realizing that the voicemail that had picked up wasn’t the one he’s used to hearing. In fact the voice was entirely too female to have ever been the one he intended to call; it’s no matter though, he won’t remember this in the morning.
do all of them :)))))
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
colt: do you still eat bacon or are you watching your figure cause i’m craving the porky pig skillet at sue’s and i need your rich ass calvin klein wearing self to buy it for me cause i lost my wallet again.colt: actually who the fuck cares if you eat bacon i do.
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
colt: did you die? i’m vaguely certain you died. or fell off the face of the earth. or got eaten by sharks. or the other various scenarios running through my head as to where the fuck your lame ass disappeared to.
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
colt: okay i’m late yes. but i promise i’ll have a perfectly good explanation made up when i get therecolt: ……in fifteen to twenty minutes (:
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
colt: so about those pictures you mentioned…..
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
colt: seriously where them nudes at tho.
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
colt: sometimes i want to fingerpaint those stupid little dips in your hips but i feel like that would be an awkward thing to bring up.
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
colt: can you NOT be a pain in the ass for five fucking seconds colt: just stop looking so damn lickable all the time.colt: i have shit to do and then i’m like, oh look, there’s hudson’s crotch on a billboard and i walked into a fucking wall
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
colt: bacon fest starts april 30th. brace yourself
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
colt: hypothetically speakingcolt: say i insulted a very large and very scary man’s mother at the wrong moment and he looks like he’s going to hulk smash my head into the brickscolt: how quickly could you get here?
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
colt: glad you’re backcolt: xoxo the whiskey i just inhaled
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
colt: did you do porn in new york cause i swear to god this guy on my screen could be your triplet……sounds like you too.
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
colt: you know how i was freaking out about that thing?colt: NOT HERPES!
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
colt: sometimes i just really want him to murder me with his dick. i’d probably cry tears of joy.
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
colt: he fucking broke in this time and found my hidden cash and took it allcolt: but that’s not even the worst partcolt: he left the damn door open and tros got out and i can’t find him anywhere cause it’s a giant ass fucking city.