#declanflanagan

[bethshuster]

“so if you win for me this bear you get to choose whatever you want to do for the rest of the night.” beth said with a smirk on her face to declan. beth and him had a weird kind of friendship, but they totally understood each other, just for being themselves. “if not then it’s all up to me.” beth spoke again, always loved to challenge him. @declanflanagan​

[aspenlock]

“I have a quick question.” Aspen started as she slid into the chair besides the male at the pop up bar. She hadn’t seen Declan since the break up between him and Conrad. Personally she was happy about that, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but slide up beside him as she had a few drinks in her system already. “Just curious... How many people at this carnival haven’t you slept with?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, bringing her drink up to her lips and taking a sip. “Five, maybe?” @declanflanagan​

[dxrosewood]

The night was going by slowly and things were better than ever. Delilah enjoyed staying over while the kids were around, but having the place to themselves wasn’t bad at all. She liked the quietness and having Declan all to herself. The dogs had barely paid any attention to her, not that she minded them, but it was nice to know they were getting used to her presence. “You know I was looking forward to this.” the blonde said, looking down at the glass in her hand. They were only drinking nonalcoholic beverages, and that was fine. He was keeping her promise to her and she didn’t want to drink in front of him even if Delilah’s term of drinking was only one glass of wine. 

“Remember what I promised last time?” she left the glass behind, as she stood up and walked behind Declan, who was busy pouring himself another drink. “Or are you too old to remember?” the blonde asked, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend from behind, and pressing a soft kiss on the side of his neck. “Don’t tell me I need to refresh your memory now.” @declanflanagan

[gydalance]

Gyda was taking it easy after the accident but she couldn’t pass up the chance to at least try to help with the clean up process even if it was just loading the jeep down with water and getting it to the square for the volunteers. Her brows raised as she handed the next in line a water bottle. “Nice to see the community coming together. I just wish I could help more than this.” She said exhaling and shaking her head wishing she could be more active in helping. “I already broke the rule of driving though. I’m pretty sure my fiancé is probably cursing my name as we speak.” She patted the spot next to her in the back of the jeep. “Come on, I won’t bite. I’m too tired to do that.” She smirked. // @declanflanagan

[sweetekofi]

Little Talks | Declan & Roksana

 She had no idea how it started, and never knew how to stop it. So there she was, seated in a chair she couldn’t get out of. There weren’t any restraints on her, she just couldn’t get up, as though the gravity was particularly heavy on her body in a familiar room. It was the bedroom of an old apartment she shared with her ex husband. The bed was gone and she couldn’t see the edges of the room but there was no denying the feeling of familiarity being in the space. She kept trying to stand so that she could go to the door but her efforts were in vain.

“Ester! The fuck’s taking you so long!?” 

The voice was one she would recognize anywhere. It cut straight to her bone, a sharp bellow made hoarse by more than a decade of chain smoking. 

In reality, as she lay in bed, cuddled up in a deep sleep next to Declan, she’d flinched.

“Where’s my jacket?” The anger in his voice was sharp and visceral, growing closer as he lumbered through their apartment to the bedroom door.

She looked down and saw his jacket sitting in her lap as she heard him spit, “So goddamn useless sometimes, woman.”

She wanted to fight back and yell at him, tell him she wasn’t useless and she wasn’t his maid but her voice wouldn’t come to her. Again she tried to get up  so that he could have his jacket and leave. Leave her alone. But she couldn’t move. Even when the door flew open and the knob hit the wall with a hard bang! she was stuck.

Another flinch. Her breath was growing quick and shallow as the distress started to etch across her face.

Dante Mykhailo wasn’t a tall man but he was taller than Roksana, more so with her seated, and he was burly. Her sense of smell never factored into her dreams or nightmares, but she knew he was drunk. It was a frequent occurrence for him. When he snatched the jacket from her, the zipper whipped her forearm. 

Her arm jerked closer to her body, further reacting the nightmare. 

“Just go,” she quietly pled from the chair, not knowing if she’d said it aloud in the bed.

“I’ll go when I’m ready. Thanks to you, I don’t think I’m ready yet. No I know I’m not. Fuck, why do you do this, Ester? Why do you piss me off? Is it just another thing that fuckin’ gets you off?” he demanded, standing over her and bringing an uninviting heat with his closeness.

A sheen of cold sweat started to dot her hairline and forehead.

“Leave me alone,” she begged, trying and failing to find her voice at a greater volume.

“‘Leave me alone’, he mocked, pacing back and forth in front of her. “What are you? Fucking ten?” He lobbed a glass bottle against the nearby wall, causing glass to rain down.

Roksana flinched again.

“Why don’t you try to slap me again? See where that gets you.” Aggressively egging her on, he tapped her cheek with an open palm. Once. And again, and again.

Her head jerked one way and then the other, trying to avoid the contact from his hand.

The nightmare jumped. She was in a new apartment. Although she barely recognized it her mind told her she was in Peoria, alone and away from the dark space she had once been stuck in. Staring at an oversized version of her phone where texts from Dante were coming in a rapid succession, the words were large on the big screen:

I know I was an asshole. I’m sorry Es.  Just come home, baby, I love you.  I’ll do better. I’ve just been stressed with work. You know what that’s like, Es. I need you in my life. Can’t we just talk? Give me a chance to talk and explain. The drinks help take the edge off. I’ll get it together, I promise. I don’t know what I’ll do without you, Es. We can back on track but I can’t do it alone. I need you. Don’t throw away what we have, Es. Just come home. Let’s get back on track.

Tears started to roll down her cheek.

She was back in the apartment, free from the chair and starting for the bedroom door, only to end up walking right into a heavy backhand.

Somehow his voice sounded distant and too loud in her ears at the same time. 

"I could’ve had other women. Ones who know their place and don’t give me so much goddamn shit!” 

“I chose you! I FUCKING CHOSE YOU! My wife. The least you could do is thank me by not being some fuckin’ embarrassment when I take you out.”

More glass bottles were being thrown against walls, breaking into hundreds of shards. 

Her sobs came out like small gasps, the warm tears and shortened breaths; the night sweat spreading across her forehead and along her neck. She needed to wake up, wanted desperately to escape the rapid and relentless, and only mildly distorted memories of her past and yet, she couldn’t get herself to wake. Perhaps he was right about her,. What could she do, if she couldn’t even wake herself up? @declanflanagan

[scarlettrhcdes-a]

Gala's party for a charity foundation. The night seems calm and Alice went alone to this part. Sometimes even 'adult' party, she used to bring her three years old daughter as her date. But this time she let her little Monster, sleep in the bed. Hopefully, Dominique wouldn't wake up waiting up to her mother shows up. Part of Alice knew there's a high chance of this happens. Mimi is the type of child that can't sleep alone for too long, and it doesn't matter how long Alice would be gone, she'd be waiting. Unfortunately, the child inherited the anxiety running on the veins of the Kingsley... Or well, more specifically her mother. She picked up her iPhone to check up some messages, before block it.

After seeing and greeting some of the other's wealthy people, pulling the best sympathetic smile she could ever have, she created over the years. Although her smile hides her true self, the eternal sadness that lives within her. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter serving around, while walked towards the outside, close of the pool to take a fresh air. In spite of the place was full, but not that full somehow she feels suffocated. In her way to stay close of the window, she tumbled into someone, almost spilling the liquid in the person before her.  ❛  Sorry! I --  So --  ❜ Alice tried to apologize without paying attention who it really was, when she realized who is it, she let the champagne glass fall from her grasp and break near her feet. ❛ Declan?  ❜ Honestly, in a thousand of years, she'd never expect seeing an ex in Boston. She was in shock, speechless with no reaction.

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[stellabrady]

One day Philippa overheard the conversation of her foster father, knowing that he has a son, out there. Her father did not know that day she was at home because it's late of night when she came from college. Being a 'criminal reporter' or trying to... She invaded her father's personal office in the home, while he was out, gathering the pieces of information of this 'son' of his he never told her or her foster mother.

Maybe her works skills helped her with personal life, but the only thing she knew is that she was in front of his door, nervous to talk to him.  Pippa thought twice before ring the doorbell, slightly regretting her boldness. If anything goes wrong, she'll try to make up with some lies.

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[dxrosewood]

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“I’m so done.” the blonde let out, falling with her back onto the bed. She was exhausted and done with all this wedding craziness that everyone talked about at work. A twenty-year-old co-worker marrying her high school sweetheart, after he dumped her twice for someone else. No matter what the others said, Nadia wouldn’t listen to shit and all she did was send out invitations, as well as photos of possible wedding dresses. Everyone talked about it -- and it was driving Delilah crazy. Eight to nine hours at a dinner with people being either excited about it or giving zero shits could really give her a headache. 

“I don’t get it. She’s so young, yet she’s rushing to marry like there’s nothing else she can do in this life.” she said softly, staring at the ceiling. “Sorry for nagging you with this. I’m just so...” she made a face, before cracking a smile. “Weirded out?” That was a way to describe the way Delilah felt right now, but it didn’t matter. That wasn’t her life.