#p: declan

[ainsley-corcoran]

And Declan Makes Three || 1. 24

Ainsley bundled up and was over to the dominant dorms in record time. She was still reeling over the fact that Declan was really in Lima, not having expected to see him in person for another few months- at the very earliest. Not to say she wasn’t excited to see him, but she definitely had some questions and she wanted answers. Knocking on the door, she waited impatiently for her brother to let her in.

@declan-dom-corcoran

[andreaxtaylor-blog]

Paint Me Black || Andy & Declan

    Already adorned with six tattoos one might argue that she already had enough but Andrea found herself addicted after only her first one which she had obtained illegally at sixteen from her friend’s brother who worked at a shop downtown. She actually enjoyed his artwork so much that four of the other five were done by him as well but to the mechanic’s dismay he moved out of state to California to follow his dreams of owning his own shop on Sunset Blvd. Of course she was happy for him but that meant finding a new artist which was something she was very skeptical about. Andy searched for weeks online going through reviews and photos of artist’s work. There were a few decent ones she would have considered but nothing stood out to her until she came across one page, an impressive shop with a couple really great artists. She had to wonder how a smaller place managed to harbor some of the best talent in the city. Not that it was a complaint, at least maybe then she wouldn’t have to book an appointment weeks in advance so if anything she was pleasantly surprised. 

    She called in a few days ago and set an appointment with someone named Declan who she was on her way to meet now. Andy wasn’t the type to just bring in a picture of what she wanted to some unknown artist and hope for the best. To her it took a level of trust and so she always had a consultation first so she could be sure the artist completely understood what it was she was looking for. Maybe that was being picky but she had a right to be when it came to what was being permanently inked onto her body or so that’s how she justified it. The brunette walked through the door of the tattoo shop and smiled at the man who was sketching over at one of the desks. “Uh hey.. I’m Andy. I have an appointment with Declan?” She had yet to recognize the familiar face. @declankeating

[audaxcervus]

no questions asked | declan&james

“Damn, not this again...” He had stayed longer on the pitch after practice, so long he had not noticed the dark clouds approaching. A storm came without warning, taking him by surprise. The moment before he was on the broom, the moment after he was on the floor — covered in dirt and blood. He just hoped nothing got broken during the fall. He would have hated to skip matches because of his stupidity.

His leg hurt, thus getting to the Healer’s Wing had been a struggle, but he had managed. He opened the door as quiet as he could. He just hoped nobody was there — all he needed was some pain meds to allow him sleeping that night. He would have dealt with the problem the day after. 

@declan--macmillan

[milcssullivan-blog]

Got your eyes on anyone right now?

“Declan, probably. Just because he’s still new and fresh.”

[ginasomethingbetter]

First Date//D+G

“Are you still alive in there?” Her mom asked as she opened Gina’s bedroom door. The girl just huffed from her floor. “Was destroying your room really necessary?” Gina didn’t have a response to that, just another, more dramatic huff, as she stood up and smoothed out her dress. She’d thought about what to wear for the past couple of days, way too much time than should really be spent on an outfit. She really missed wearing a uniform every day. And the constant “Is that what you’re wearing?”s from her mom weren’t any help. They were innocent and actually curious, but they sounded more judgmental than she could stand. “Didn’t you say you were going out?” She asked, running a hand through her hair. “To the movies.” Her mom confirmed following her out of the room and down the stairs. “Yeah, shouldn’t you be going then? You know how much you like the previews.” She tried herding the woman to the front door like a sheep dog, but it wasn’t working. “That’s you. I hate previews.” She sighed, crossing her arms with a calm and knowing smile. “Why don’t you want me to meet your friend?” Gina paused at that, unsure of why exactly she was so nervous. Why was her stomach doing flips at the idea of her mom meeting Declan. She swallowed the answer hard as soon as it rose to her tongue. It was ridiculous and she wouldn’t give it any more thought. “I just don’t want you to steal my date. You’ll talk for an hour and then just invite him to the movies and I’ll be third wheeling it the whole time. Not thank you.” Her mom opened her mouth, more than likely already equipped with a sarcastic remark, when there was a knock on the door. “Oh shit.” Gina cursed as her mom smirked.

[evan-lott-blog-blog]

Wise Words || Declan & Evan

declan-rhodes

There wasn’t much for Evan to do outside of work here. The school was overrun with activities that were kid friendly and patronizing to the intelligence of anyone who could understand the meaning of the word and the town had little to offer. There was of course the bar though, he made sure to note that on his way in through the tiny place, seeing that it was bound to be one of the only places that he would find enjoyable, or at least tolerable to waste his time at. He emptied the glass that had been filled a few long minutes before he heard the door open and drop closed with the traffic of people coming and going. 

Across the bar he could see someone, a familiar face so he had to be from the castle in some way. Evan wasn’t in the habit of learning names and matching them to faces. It was even less of a habit for him to remember how, where or what the people he partially recognized. He cleared his throat, feeling the buzz linger in his mind where he felt just a tad less miserable than he did on a normal day. At least that’s what it felt like for now, it might have been temporary but it was something he could indulge in. “I’m sure everyone could use a drink this week,” He lifted his thick glass up a few inches, looking over at the man with a dissatisfied look clearly painted across his face. 

[darkeststaar-blog]

Yin meets Yang || Declia

They were always contradicting ourselves. They wanted to be told apart - They didn't want to be told apart. They wanted people to know them - They didn't want them to know. They were always looking for someone who would finally accept them. But there was no way that would ever happen, not as twisted as they were. So they kept to themselves, they locked each other down -- her monster could only be checked by his and vise versa.

But now she was alone -- forsaken by the one who she trusted more than anyone. Did he miss her? Did he long for her like she did him? Or was he running from her, did someone take her place within his darken heart. No. No one could accept his darkness -- no one but her. They didn’t know the beauty of it, or how brilliant he could be. 

Sure, they could be charmed and enchanted by Declan Rivers -- but they could never love him. Not unless they loved Dolos too -- Alia was on the last person on her list. Walking up the staircase her heart was beating on her chest. Once she reached his door she knocked. 

[huntertam]

Hunter spent most of his Friday nights at some party, and tonight was no exception. Thankfully, tonight was also a real party, as opposed to the shitty excuse for a good time his parents had thrown last week. Akira was really the only interesting thing about those, but he’d still rather be here with his friends. Speaking of friends —  where the hell were his favorite ones? It seemed too early in the night for either of them to be someone else’s bed already, but then again, sometimes Declan and Jude surprised him. Hunter did another lap around the party, fending off the attention of other friends and flirtations as he did so. He could always hang out with them later. This time around he finally spotted Declan on the couch, and Hunter immediately collapsed down beside his friend, throwing an arm around his shoulder with the easy camaraderie that came from years of friendship. “Guess what I have,” he announced, fishing the baggie out of his pocket and showing it to Declan. “Cannabis sugar cookies,” he explained. “The recipe is supposed to be hella good. Want one?”