#p:damien

[allie-willis]

@damien-nichols

Allie was in the middle of walking home when she spotted the protest outside of the Police Station. She was trying to decide on whether or not she should walk over and see how it was going when she heard the gunshots and watched as people started running in every direction. She got caught up in the crowd and was soon running, no direction in mind. When the crowd started to disperse, she stopped to catch her breath and tried to get her bearings. Realizing she was close to Damien’s and that curfew was quickly approaching, though she didn’t honestly know if that was still happening, she knocked on his door, hoping he was home.

[justinhartford2]

Numb ▪️ Jamien

Justin was happy to be seeing his boyfriend finally after one whole day. Maybe it wasn't long, but to him it felt like forever, waiting for him as he worked all day, chaperoning his classmates--it was exhausting for the both of them. He got to Damien's hotel room, carrying a small overnight bag in one hand, excited to be making their way to their private room in heaven, in the romantic inn Damien had gotten for them. He swiped his keycard, and dropped everything he had in his hands as he walked in and found Damien on the floor. "Damien!" He said, rushing to him as the door slammed shut. Shit, was that blood on the floor? "Damien, baby, what happened?" He asked, worried sick. @damiensharp

[jasonpal-blog1]

Hallway || Damien & Jason

It had been almost a week since he last spoke to Damien, he wanted to just break the connection. He knew that if he stayed being friends with him, Justin wouldn’t like it and even if he couldn’t care less of what Justin liked or didn’t, he did care about Damien, even if it hurt him he was going to let him be happy and in order to do that he needed to stop talking to him. The worst part was when he had classes with him, he didn’t like paying attention to his best friend but acting as if he was just a teacher. He sighed, he couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened if he didn’t take that decision, Damien was going to teach him how to play the piano and now, every single thing they planned was gone, he missed him. He was now walking through the hallway, he was holding some of his books and not paying attention to where he was walking. He bumped into someone and he was about to say ‘sorry’ when he saw him, out of all the people at the school he had to bump into Damien, he sighed and pretended as if he didn’t see him, starting to walk again towards the main door. 

@damiensharp

[allie-willis]

@damien-nichols

Allie stared down at the dress in her arms and the piece of paper she had clenched in her fist. She sighed as she looked at the boat in front of her, trying to find the best place to throw the dress. She was sad to see the dress go but there was no way that she could look at the dress, let alone wear it without thinking about that man that grabbed her.  She had just placed the dress on the boat, still clutching the paper in her hand when she looked up and saw Damien. She slid the paper into her pocket, not noticing when it didn’t go in before walking up to him. “Burning anything good?”

[justinhartford2]

Vegas Lights || Justin & Damien

Justin had planned to go on a weekend trip to Vegas with his best friend Fitz--hang out, go to the spa, get drunk. He wanted to help him forget the troubles that were worrying him. But now, he was wondering how things could get this out of control. Justin sat on the back of a taxi on his way to Damien’s, now back home in Boston, with the worst hangover of his life, and guilt like he’d never felt before. He wondered how people could cheat on their partners and go on with their lives lying to the other person, when he couldn’t even bring himself to text Damien back without his hands shaking and his heart racing. His phone kept buzzing in his pocket, but he couldn’t bring himself to, again, the guilt of it, it was either Damien or Fitz, and he couldn’t deal with either of them at the moment. The car dropped him off by the teachers’ access to the school building, and he let himself in, shaking as he walked towards his probably soon to be ex-boyfriend’s room. He knocked, leaning his back against the wall as he waited for Damien to open the door, hoping he wouldn’t be home as he wondered just how the hell he was going to tell him that he’d ruined everything by sleeping with someone else. Someone who he’d repeatedly told him not to worry about. 

@damiensharp

[allie-willis]

@damien-nichols

Allie wasn’t exactly sure what you were supposed to do when you had a boyfriend and it was a holiday, but she hoped that he would want to spend it with her. She didn’t know what her family was doing but they didn’t make an effort, besides texting her grandfather to say Happy Easter.  She looked in the mirror, studying the white corset outfit she had pulled on over fishnets, checking once again to make sure that when her jacket was pulled closed she was completely covered. She stuck the bunny ears in her bag, not wanting to wear them in public and made her way to Damien’s. She knocked on his door, taking a deep breath and put the ears on before opening her jacket as he opened the door. “Hoppy Easter...”

[violetxblair-blog]

Seriously? || Damien & Violet

“We’re closing in five minutes,” Violet called out as cold air swept over the bar, signaling the arrival of another patron. “It says it right on the goddamn door,” she mumbled to herself as the door swung shut, and she heard a stool being pulled out. She hastened her actions below the counter, shoving the back into the cabinet in frustrations before standing upright, ready to chew out whoever had decided to make her night longer than necessary. “You--” She began, annoyed, but words stuck in her throat as she took in the appearance of the man before her. She was in disbelief, tilting her head and squinting her eyes as if this was a trick of the mind. “... For fucks sake.” She finally said, taking a step back and leaning on the counter behind her and crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes scanning his face.

[goshsophie-blog]

[ @m-damien ]

It had been a very, very long day and all Sophie wanted to do was eat and then sleep for a while. She was making her way up to her hotel room where she had left Bell while she went down the street to pick up some dinner for the two of them. “Just stay put and don’t answer the door, ok?” She had told her little girl before she placed a light kiss on her small forehead and closed the door behind her. Usually she would’ve taken Bella to Maia for five minutes, but in this instance she didn’t feel like bothering her best friend. It seemed too much to ask. 

As she walked back into the room, she suddenly thought that maybe it hadn’t been too much to ask. “Baby Bell?!” Sophie called as she looked around the small room; under the beds, in the bathtub, behind the tv. Her face was just starting to turn into a sickly white palor as she came to a very horrible conclusion. Bella had definitely left the room. Pulling her handbag back onto her shoulder and slipping a jacket on she then pulled the door open with a terror written all over her features. She was ready to search high and low, day and night until she found Bella.

It was a surprise then, to say the least, to find two people standing just outside the door. One very small, one very tall. A wave of relief rushed over her as she saw Bell looking up at her with a smile wider than she’d ever seen. “Isabella!” she scolded with a few tears escaping as she pulled her daughter into her arms. Her eyes then drifted upwards, to the very tall person. “Thank you so mu-” she stopped, recognising who it was.