* 𝑫𝑬𝑱𝑨 / 𝑽𝑼

❝ --it's in my bones, it's in my soul, you're never gonna break me down, oh no. i got gold running through my veins. one shot, straight to the heart, no i won't drop, you're n e v e r going to slow me down, i've got the ENERGY of a tidal wave. ❞

[declxns]

◜olivia◞ — declan.

olivia: did you come with a return warranty ? i'd like to cash that in now.

olivia: just kidding, i love u the way you are. even tho you can be a pain in the butt.

olivia: you're not the first person to call me that, probably won't be the last. 😉😏

declan: sorry sister i'm final sale :/

declan: pain in the butt.......there's a sex joke in there but i'm too classy to make it

declan: 😏😏😏😏😏

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*wipes tears with a beauty blender*

[declxns]

troy.

sticking out like a sore thumb usually doesn’t phase troy yet he really has overwhelmed himself ; what he thought seemed to be a simple task has undone him. picking some pajamas for dolly really couldn’t be this hard, could it? he just wants to give her a small gift, which sounds small enough, though he’s making a mountain out of a molehill. swallowing harshly, he stares blankly at the few options he’s already chosen in his grasp before gradually lifting his gaze. his eyes lay on the first person around and he wanders over, obviously needing direction. “um, ‘scuse me. i really need some advice.”

     it’s nothing unusual for declan to be found wandering around the women’s section in clothing stores. although typically searching for inspiration for kristen mingle, this time he’s picking up something for his sister for her upcoming birthday. he’s in the middle of sending her a lengthy text message when a voice catches his attention. he looks up to meet troy’s gaze, brows raising as dark hues flick to the items in his grip. “the answer is no,” he states firmly, lips pressing together, “that’s definitely NOT your size.”

[declxns]

◜olivia◞ — declan.

olivia: yeah wbk.

olivia: why are you like this honestly?

olivia: do you just want me to strangle you, is that it?

olivia: bc you don't even have to ASK at this point.

declan: baby i was born this way :/

declan: idk what you want from mE you KNOW i'm like this

declan: choke me daddy 😩😩😩😩

[declxns]

clark.

❝ THERE  IS  NO  POINT  ,  ❞  Clark  muses  ,  a   cheeky  grin  spreading  .  ❝   Great  .  Glad  to  hear  it  .  So  what poison  are  you  drinking  tonight  ?   Don’t  be  modest  ,   you’ve  had  a  rough  night  clearly  .  Financially   nothing  will  matter  when  it  comes  to  getting  w a s t e d  .  ❞

     “what have i done to be blessed with the company of such a generous soul?” he swoons dramatically, back of his hand pressing against his forehead. “life would be easier if we were smaller, wouldn’t it? i bet you’d have to drink a lot less. save a lot of money. if you’re offering though, i’ll take a gin and tonic. feeling a bit like my grandmother today.”

[declxns]

what’s your most prized possession?

     “the entirety of my wig collection. i feel like that’s a no-brainer.” 

[declxns]

dumbest thing you've ever done while drunk?

honesty day | accepting

     “hook up with an ex. why are we coming for my wig today?”

[declxns]

GROUP TEXT |🌈SQUAD

KIT: can i live in your closet of wigs :/

KIT: i hope that's a very serious offer because i just

KIT: i've had enough nights alone and i'm sad

DECLAN: no you cannot live in the wig closet

DECLAN: not that i don't trust you it's just those are my most prized possessions

DECLAN: i have other places for you to exist

[declxns]

what's something you didn't like that you love now?

honesty day | accepting

     “chocolate, oddly enough. hated it as a kid but now it’s like, i wanna shove all of it into my mouth all the time.”

[declxns]

Who was the last person you held hands with?

honesty day | accepting

     “as somewhat of a local celebrity with at least one fan, people try to hold my hand all the time. but if we’re not counting that, the real answer would be jed.” @jedsilva

[declxns]

jed.

the few beats of silence in response were enough to leave jed in regret over asking such a thing in the first place. he should’ve known he was pushing his luck, but the lack of clarity —all the back and forth, on and off, hot and cold— was just so frustrating. in the same vein, declan’s ultimate answer didn’t offer much else. it was this that made the moments to follow so jarring. he’d half expected a cold goodbye, but the gesture was quite the opposite. it was the sort of touch that he could really only hope for and dream of for ages, one that could almost fool him into believing someone might actually care about him — but this was declan. it could mean anything or nothing at all. jed had to remind himself of exactly that before he could conjure up anymore false hopes, and offered a rather misplaced sigh and a small shake of his head. however, it wasn’t out of dejection. in fact, it was followed by a meek smile and a lighthearted laugh in disbelief. “you’re so fucking confusing, declan— do you realize that?” an understatement, really, but with the way jed’s expression seemed to visibly reflect adoration as he reached for the other male’s hand, it felt more like a compliment than anything. “but…” he began, suddenly so fixated on their hands after having loosely laced his fingers through the spaces between declan’s as though it were the most natural instinct for him, “i guess some tea wouldn’t hurt.”

     a lot of the time declan can’t even understand his own impulses so he really DOES get what jed is saying, probably far more than the other realized himself. “i’m not that confusing,” he mutters, lips twitching into a half-smile. it’s more of a fib than it is an outright lie so it’s delivered with confidence that perhaps jed might actually believe it, although no one with any common sense would. a lump forms in declan’s throat the moment their fingers come into contact and any attempt to swallow it down is futile. even though he gently clears his throat as if to make light of the invitation, he keeps their digits tangled together as he give jed’s hand a tug, leading him in the direction of his own apartment. “you’re acting like having a cup of tea with a friend is so suspect, jed. sometimes a bitch just feels like having tea.” his grip on jed’s fingers is released to he can retrieve his keys and let them inside once they’ve reached their final destination, the hairdresser quick to follow after ushering jed in. it’s apparent he hadn’t been expecting company given the amount of women’s clothing and shoes strewn all over the room that are immediately visible once the lights are on. “don’t mind the mess,” he hums, as if such organized chaos doesn’t affect him. it really doesn’t, of course, he’s used to it. “we were trying some new looks. obviously they didn’t work out.” with his nose crinkling, he steps over a few items on his journey to the kitchen to dig around the cupboards for the good mugs.

[declxns]

august.

     gus purses his lips, nodding gently in agreement, though his words don’t quite match up completely. “don’t get me wrong, you’re right – that’s what you have to do, but.. sometimes it is hard cutting someone out so easily like that. that or i’ve just been like, i dunno a big coward my entire life.” he shakes his head, a soft chuckle to follow as to lighten his self deprecating comment. though he’s quick to dive into declan’s troubles, propping his chin in his hand as he listens. it wasn’t like the other was saying anything that was shocking. they were normal feelings gus figured everyone went through with at least a few of their exes. as declan continues, his lips curve downwards, brows furrowing as well. “good for you though.. it’s not easy doing that. like that’s what i’m talking about – obviously the feelings were there, but like.. i dunno it isn’t his fault that he wasn’t ready to be out, but that doesn’t excuse how you were treated at all, you know?? it just sucks like.. i feel like timing is everything and it fuckin’ sucks when you meet someone you get on with really well but like everything else in life doesn’t match up or feel right?? i feel like it’s almost harder when shit like that happens sometimes, because you don’t want to end it, but like what else can you do??” he stares into his popcorn bowl for a touch longer than anticipated, a sigh huffing out past his lips. “has he shown interest in trying to rekindle things??“

     for a moment, declan’s facial expression softens and he gives a little shrug. “that’s just ‘cause you’re nice. doesn’t make you a COWARD. it just means you aren’t a bitter old mean bitch like me.” to go along with his words, declan flutters in lashes in the most angelic way he can muster. speaking so candidly about his own inner turmoil made the hairdresser feel as if he was standing under a spotlight in his birthday suit which, generally speaking, he would be confident doing. but this is nothing if not uncomfortable for him. “right. like—i can’t decide who was the bigger asshole, y’know? because on one hand, i guess i could have been more supportive of him and his journey or whatever the fuck but on the other i don’t think it’s a bad thing to want more for yourself. i like the idea of blaming it on timing, though. i don’t have to take credit when it’s the shitty world’s fault.” as if it were even possible, he sinks further into the cushions of the couch, eyes focused on some random point in the distance as a small moment of silence is shared between the two friends. “he’s basically stalking me. not that i blame him, i’m kind of an icon,” he exaggerates with a dramatic sigh, “he’s apologized and we’ve kind of been talking, i guess. i can’t really remember who initiated the fucking, though. it might have been a mutual initiation, i don’t know.”

[declxns]

GROUP TEXT |🌈SQUAD

KIT: hopefully!

KIT: i don't like being alone alone. it doesn't make me feel particularly loved and adored at all.

KIT: i really do need one i think. when can i come hang out and maybe never leave?

DECLAN: the trick is to have a whole closet dedicated to wigs

DECLAN: that way u never feel alone!!!!!

DECLAN: whenever you want. u never have to leave girl!!!! i've always got room

[declxns]

clark.

❝ HELL  ,  if  I  had  the  money  ,  I  probably  would  ,   ❞   but  then  he  has  to  stop  and  wonder  ,  does  he  even  know  how  much  it  would  cost  to  go  to  a  spa  ?  He  (  doesn’t  )  and  he’s  scared  to  ask  .  ❝  I  could  buy  you  a  drink  though  ,  if  that’s  good  enough  for  you  .  ❞

     “that’s what i always say about everything. and then i end up maxing out all my credit cards anyway so what’s the point anymore?” the groan that escapes declan’s lips is one of frustration at himself for getting into such situations. “the day i turn down a free drink is the day i wither up and die. so yes, thank you, i accept this kind offer.”

[declxns]

◜olivia◞ — declan.

olivia: do it, coward.

olivia: good you better. i'd be heartbroken if u didn't.

declan: i won't

declan: i know :/ i can't even IMAGINE what it must be like to live through the pain and suffering......of me not liking u.........i'm getting chills

[declxns]

text: open

Acacia: I have half a mind to block your number now

Declan: you wouldn't :/

[declxns]

theo.

          theodore’s hand claps down on their shoulder, giving it a friendly shake as he slides up next to them at the bar. he gives the bartender a small nod and an ale is quickly being dispensed into a pint glass – the perks of frequenting and playing at this bar. “i can’t believe you actually showed up!!” he laughs. theo murmurs a thank you to the bartender through his grin as he brings the glass to his lips. he takes a moment to look around, the crowd usually dwindles pretty quickly after their set and being in the back with his drum kit always played in theo’s favour – he did not like the attention some of the others got from being up front in the band. eyes meet the others again and he tilts his head some, “when was the last show you even came to – or have you ever??” the words leave his mouth in a playful manner, nudging them. “come on, what are you drinking?? your next one’s on me.”

     the sudden presense of theo’s hand catches declan off guard but he manages to keep his composure as he turns to look at him. it’s not as if he’s sat at the bar specifically to see theo in the first place, but he offers the other the most charming smile he can muster nonetheless. “yeah, me too. this bar isn’t really—my vibe.” it’s the nicest way he can think to say what’s on his mind, so he’s quick to continue on, “this is my first one. i was trying to go by unnoticed but you’ve already ruined that for me. thanks a lot.” with the playful roll of his eyes, declan leans back slightly in his chair, crossing one leg over the other while he grips his near-empty glass in one hand. his gaze drifts down to the drink before locking back on with theo’s. he’s never turned down a free drink before and he isn’t about to start now. “vodka soda. i’m watching my figure.”