𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖.

[apskepner]

[corgisbyun]

[prettysuicidal]

I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope (via 5weetsorrow)

[africant]

[africant]

[cavaliicrs]

asher

𝕗𝕥. 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟

asher was drunk off his ass and was walking around in what looked like a skimpy outfit made out of black doilies like he owned the place. approaching the bar and asking for a refill on his glass of wine, he stumbled his way across the gala floor. his eye caught sight of his ex-fiance leaning against the bar and asher walked up to declan against his better judgement. “well, look what the cat dragged in” asher smirked as he presumptively slid his glass across the bar surface for the tender to refill it.  “it’s funny to me that you still get invited to these without my clout attached to your name” asher started slinging petty insults quicker than usual this time. after a night of being mocked for his choice in outfit, he had a lot of misplaced issues to dump onto the undeserving male.

* / @cavaliicrs​

it felt like declan had been attending galas his entire life, and for the most part it was true. as soon as he could walk, his parents had started bringing him and his siblings to events, looking for every excuse to show off their perfect family. needless to say, he was pretty sick of them. yet, ever the people pleaser, there he was standing at the bar a glass of scotch in hand. the evening had started off alright, and he’d played his role, socializing with the right people, avoiding the wrong ones. but as the evening wore on, he found himself retreating to the background, eagerly watching the minutes on the clock tick by, until it reached an appropriate time to depart. he had almost made it through the night before asher approached, dressed in an outfit only he could pull off, looking as if he owned the place. exhaling loudly, he finished his drink and signaled for the bar tender to bring him another. “asher,” he greeted, somewhat cooly as he quickly studied the other male. “i know, it was very surprising,” he replied, sarcasm dripping off his words. he could’ve been hostile, but frankly, he didn’t have the energy.

[humorblr]

[bob-belcher]

[allisonargntsarchive]

[princessnicasia]

[cinemagal]

[chrisevansupdates]

[cinemapix]

[lizzie-mcguire]

[newgirlystuff-deactivated202402]

[cavaliicrs]

asher

asher never really knew how to react to declan, other than just put out his proverbial spikes and hurl insults at the man he pined over. the words declan had used to describe him to his face stung and asher quickly finished his drink and waved down the bartender for another so he could wash down the feelings he worked so hard to suppress. asher then noticed declan bite down on his lip hard. he knew that the other male had a bad habit of biting his lip to the point of bleeding. he broke his hard shell for a moment and said, “dec, if you bite your lip any harder you’re going to need lip fillers” one of the more kind things he had said to the other in awhile. he took a swig of his drink and then nodded, “you know that’s a fuckin’ lie” a laugh escaping his lips as the other said he stopped caring what asher thought. the soap actor knew that both of them on some level cared what the other thought. “i’ll admit i care what you think” he smirked, taking this somewhere that was a little unanticipated, “like for instance when i get engaged to some handsome billionaire i’ll care what you think then” asher truly never failed to be an asshole.

the longer the conversation wore on, the more declan’s anxiety grew. he could feel his hands starting to shake, as he frantically turned his head, looking for a way out. the farther he got from asher, the better he would feel. it took almost all of his will power not to bolt, then and there, as much as he wanted too he knew it would only give his ex satisfaction. and despite constantly telling himself that he didn’t care what asher thought, it was a big fat lie. declan had always cared about what asher thought of him, and he always would. so he sighed, letting his lip go as he reluctantly raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his lip. “stop pretending to care,” he mumbled, allowing his hand, now clinched tightly in a fist to fall back to his side. but not before he signaled to the bar tender to bring him another glass of whiskey, if he was going to suffer through this conversation, he’d be doing it with a drink in his hand. “i’ll save you the trouble, when you marry a billionaire, i’ll be thinking how sorry i am for the poor sap,” he retorted, yet another obvious lie. the thought of asher marrying someone that wasn’t him, made declan sick. sure it was just a hypothetical, but he was supposed to be the one marrying asher.

[dailydickinson]