Juliette enjoyed a good book, but that wasn’t how she wanted to spend her night. Thinking that the box of clothes that had just arrived at her door was a sign, the brunette quickly got ready, wearing one of her new dresses and putting on her impeccable makeup. She could have sent a text for one of her friends, but preferred to leave the night to surprise her. That was one of her favorite clubs in LA, you could always see some famous actor here or one of her fellow youtubers there. Taking a shot of tequila, she felt like dancing, lurking around for some company. Despite having some good options on the dance floor, Juliette didn’t want to look desperate, so she decided to wait for someone to approach her. It didn’t take long to feel a hand on her back as she ordered a new drink. With a winning smirk on the corner of her lips, the brunette turned, facing a familiar figure. “Oh, hey there.”
' clubbing ’ wasn’t exactly something kenneth considered to be a good idea of a fun night out, considering he preferred the quieter setting of a bar, preferably one not so notorious for being this damn crowded. he didn’t have a problem with large groups of people, per se, but he’d avoid them if he could. tonight, though, he’d been dragged here by one of his friends — well, friend was a stretch.. the guy was more of an acquaintance than anything else — who was absolutely foaming at the mouth for an opportunity to get laid, having ditched his so called ‘ wingman ’ the second they walked through the door not five minutes ago. annoyed, ken decided the bar was his best bet for getting through at least an hour, only to be shoved by the crowd not ten steps from one of the only unoccupied barstools. one hand shot out to steady himself on the bar while the other accidentally pressed to the back of the girl beside him — no, not just a girl; juliette. amusement raised the corners of his mouth as he sat next to her, her obvious good mood leading him to raise a brow. “ hey yerself. i must admit i’m surprised ye’ even acknowledged my presence at all, ” he said with a smirk, turning his head momentarily to order a scotch. “ ye’ know, considering how ye’ always act like ye’ never want te’ see me again. or.. is that just yer way of flirting? ”
Got up at 5:30 AM to get in a good workout before a very hectic today. There’s nthing better than starting your day off with endorphins followed by protein packed waffles with a side of eggs and toast. Today is going to be an absolutely amazing day for all of us and let’s all make the most of today.
ken wasn’t about to lie — no, wait.. yes he was. no one in their right mind would purposefully wake up before the sun rises when given any other choice. widening his eyes in response, he offered a tight-lipped smile. “ oh, aye, no' a thing better than wakin’ up at the arse crack of dawn. 'specially when ye’ve got a ton of shite te’ do throughout the day.. aye, lass, ye’ve got the right of it. ”
it had ( officially ) been thirty days since stephan’s last travel, and boy, was itching to leave the dreary familiarity that was los angeles. unfortunately for him, he hadn’t finished the flurry of check-ups required for him to leave the country. ever since his accident last year, he recognized the value of his health and took extra precautions to make sure he was safe to travel. a year ago, he left the hospital to rehabilitation with pneumonia, a tracheostomy with a ventilator and a bunch of catheters plugged in holes he never knew could fit a catheter. the residual effects of recovery and relapse left steph’s health in a very fragile state, weakening his immune system severely that he even becomes mildly sick when someone is sneezing on his flight.
today was stephan’s ent appointment. it was exactly six months since his tracheostomy decannulation, and he was at his final follow up appointment. the doctor told him his scar was looking great, and that everything checked out fine. though steph wasn’t entirely convinced, he smiled and thanked him profusely, before leaving and making his way out of the office towards the bakery coffee-shop hybrid across the street. he was seated by one of the waiters and given a menu. before perusing the foods, his fingers traced the scar located on his lower neck, already closed but still prominent and easily palpated. a pain he was accustomed to feeling began to present itself, burning and sharp. before he could even formulate a thought on popping a pill, steph decided to take out his phone and type the question to his followers on instagram: “ decide where i should fly next ✈ ”, figuring he would try and distract himself with a much SWEETER high than any pill he could provide.
as a rule, kenneth was decidedly not a coffee person. he’d never had any desire to drink the ‘ bitter shite in a fancy dress, ’ as he’d dubbed it back when seemingly every american he met in school tried to force it down his throat. it confused him to the point of irritation everyone’s obsession with it, how one shop could possibly produce so many flavors of the same disgusting drink, how people would spend who knows how much on it every single day... it was a mystery, and one he wasn’t interested in solving. even the smell of it filling the cafe was nearly enough to send him turning on his heel and right back out the door, the expectant look on the barista’s face be damned. of course, it was only almost enough, considering this was the only place near his apartment that sold bridies and he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity to have a little taste of home, even if it was only an imitation.
it was as he was scanning for an empty table that he saw steph, his friend’s attnetion clearly not on his surroundings. grinning, ken sauntered over to his table, inviting himself to the chair opposite steph, a too loud scraping noise across the linoleum echoing unpleasantly under the legs of the chair as he sat. “ well, ” he began, leaning forward to cross his arms on the tabletop. “ i’d ‘ave thought you’d be jettin’ off to god knows where by now. ” of course, ken wasn’t a completely oblivious fool — though.. many would beg to differ — so he knew about the accident. it wasn’t easy, as he knew from experience, recovering from something life threatening, though he himself couldn’t properly remember the majority of the time he spent in the hospital for his own injuries, considering he wasn’t awake for most of it. “ i hear majorca’s nice this time ‘o year. ”
a bundle of notebooks , a variety of pens , and a handful of mildliners all cradled in her arms . almost falling out of her arms and spilling to the floor , yet she still hung to all of them . face set in a determined expression , mind racing for an explanation . yvonne held her haul protectively . this is why she always asked people to go with her whenever she goes out . “ before you say anything , i need all of these . okay ? “
“ oh, no’ te’ worry, ” he said, eyeing the frankly obscene number of supplies practically overflowing in her arms. frowning, he held his hands out to take the load, his brows raised in invitation. “ who am i te’ police yer shopping habits ? far as i ken, ye’ need each an’ every one o’ these wee things fer.. whatever ‘tis ye’ do on yer channel. ”
OKAY so i actually have some info on my dumbfuck boy ken, so i’m way more prepared for this intro in comparison to the absolute serving of dust i gave y’all with winona... yikes. anyways ! once again feel free to lms for plots or w/e cos im open to anything and everything ~
ken’s pinterest: here !
content warnings: alcoholism, death, headassery
holy crap, is that THOMAS DOHERTY over there ? nevermind, it must be KENNETH FRASER, that COMMENTARY & COMEDY youtuber. isn’t it crazy that they’re TWENTY-FIVE and already have 3m subscribers? i heard that they’re known to be DETACHED, but also pretty MAGNETIC, just like a typical SCORPIO. ( lazy smiles hidden behind the glint of a silver flask, outlandish stories that you’re never sure are true or not & the longest day of the year )
OK so ! a little disclaimer first: i don’t know SHIT about scotland / scottish accents beyond what i’ve seen in outlander ok ! i really just be faking it til i make it so ! @ me if u want ~
moving on.. im gonna go off my previous setup and start with his personality cos lbr that’s what y’all really care abt ~ he’s a little shit ! a gd moron ! really goes out of his way to be obnoxious & charming UGH id like to strangle him.. think joey tribbiani mixed with cody ko… but with a horrendously unintelligible scottish accent (: he really be like that All The Time smh
not the smartest ?? your boy actually graduated from harvard with honors and yet ?? yeah he’s a little dumb but it’s chill cos he’s p much got .. no sense of embarrassment ? cannot recall a single moment of his life when he felt embarrassed or regretted doing/saying something so .. catch him making self-depreciating jokes on the daily. on the flip side tho .. if someone was gonna like constantly get on him abt it he might 100% get in his feelings and uhhh when he do.. that’s when fists start flying ? most cos he’s always on his way to a blackout binge ;)
on top of that he also has .. little to no sense of self-preservation .. will p much do absolutely anything even if it’s detrimental to his physical, mental or emotional health ! love that for him ! Makes Bad Choices, essentially ( makes rash & not-thought-out choices ). never says no to a dare, p much always dtf cos lbr his libido is .. out of control and i hate him ??? & ALWAYS willing to break a rule or twelve
& now for the fun part … he’s a functioning alcoholic ! Big Time ! at his happiest when intoxicated and will p much always have alcohol on him somehow ? he’s usually got a flask plus a buzz throughout the day sighs so smh ! honest to god he probably can’t remember the last time he was completely sober so uhhh that’s fun ig ?? the big thing is that it’s been going on for so long that his tolerance is so high he keeps needing more and more to stay buzzed .. so it’ll likely eventually … start to cause some real problems ……. would be wild if his subscribers found out *wink wink*
a phat hypocrite tho ! love it ! will literally get annoyed with people who lie and play games when thats .. all he do .. god he’s actually the spawn of the devil i want him dead
SHEW OK onto a little background ! grew up in edinburgh ( obvs, sighs ) with his parents who were both school teachers so his upbringing was p modest ?? p normal ??? honestly .. his life was super normal til he was twelve & his parents died in a hit & run when they were crossing the street :/ from then he had to live with his uncle who was … uhhh.. a Garbage Human Being lmao ! Basic rich businessman on his bullshit .. thinking he’s the absolute god of gods reincarnate.. manipulating women .. talking down to ken .. treating everyone like he was better than them .. yeah, just a general piece of shit tbh. definitely not happy to have a preteen suddenly in his charge so ken was like .. Fine ? i’ll do whatever the fuck i want then ? & basically … did everything he knew he shouldnt have done lol
the only thing he really stayed on top of was his grades in school cos it was his best chance of getting the absolute fuck away from his uncle for good and doing it without having to rely on the bastard’s money/connections blah blah whatever so even as he was acting like a fuckin’ fool, he was getting straight a’s & p much being on a first name basis with all his teachers BJOVN we love duality
it was all fun and reckless until he had a real brush with death when he was seventeen. he was fooling around with his buddies, drunk right off his ass, acting like a piece of shit & making a complete ass of himself when he found himself underneath the motorcycle he was driving so.. he ended up spending a good amount of time in the hospital & came out of it with a nasty scar through his left brow & three shattered fingers that wouldn’t ever heal properly ( he’s left handed but had to relearn how to write and do everything with his right hand after it all ).
after that he decided to get the hell out of dodge ( .. scotland ) and move to the states & honestly thank the lord he got accepted into harvard cos otherwise he’d have had to choose between cambridge and oxford, neither far enough away from his uncle & his past as he wanted to be so ((: my mans lucky ig !
in college he got rly close with the guys in his dorm + rushed a fraternity ( a BUSINESS one, not a fun one so he was not up in there partying and hazing poor, unsuspecting scholarship kids ) & that’s when he rly started to feel content with his life ?? all it took was a move to a foreign country and the power of brotherhood *rock n roll emoji* and yk.. booze !
anyways ~ he started his channel in college as a way to let out the absolute dumbass in himself in a constructive way that didn’t involve getting into fights or doing hard drugs lol it started out as a sort of vlog channel until he got tired of carrying a camera around all day and it just kinda naturally progressed into a commentary & comedy channel as he found sitting in front of a camera and talking absolute nonsense about other nonsense was kinda like his calling, even if he has to write a transcript for subtitles cos everyone complains abt not being able to understand him.. it’s fine don’t worry about it
he’s uhh p much having the time of his life, tho he uhh Does miss home something fierce ( but no worries he just drowns all that shit out with some aged whisky lol ! ) & lowkey wishes he didnt have to continuously drink himself into a stupor to get thru the day but here we are ;)
anyways im super tired of this intro lmao so just mssg me if u want any specific details ONFIJC & i dont have any specific wanted connections ? cos being unprepared is My Brand, so i’m down to brainstorm w/ everyone who wants a crack at my mans kenny ~
