did he really not know, how innocent she was? surely all humans give in to temptations, but it was quite rare for vivianne to actually fantasize about such things. ❝yeah… i mean no!❞ vivi mentally face palms at her own admittance, only further digging herself into a hole for these non-essential questions. if there was a moment she couldn’t be face to face with quentin, it was definitely right now. a few delicate digits scratched at her temple before she chewed on her inner cheek; all nervous ticks that vivianne knew he’d take note of. ❝maybe he wasn’t trying to hide it, some people let it be known what they’re into after all.❞ she put emphasis on the last words of her statement, as the brunette forced herself to look at quen. vivi tried her hardest to give him a glare, one that said stop pushing it but being assertive was never in her soul. but at these times, the petite woman disliked being accountable for such answers… quentin however was very much going to keep pressuring. at his last statement, she let out a airy laugh. ❝yeah, i think you do because you most definitely said it with pride!❞ vivianne paused to take a deep breath before closing her eyes, because lord knows if it were anyone else she’d give this information out; she’d die. ❝fine, fine! young.. leonardo dicaprio…?❞
“so you have,” he pointed out, despite her retracting it with a quick no directly after she said yes. “it’s alright, vivi, everyone has these thoughts,” he said, his tone softening in an attempt to be comforting. it was apparent that this wasn’t her topic of choice, her nervous ticks made that all too obvious, and he felt a twinge of guilt. but only a brief one. a smirk appeared on his lips as she emphasized her words, giving her a quick wink the moment she made eye contact with him. “nothing wrong with that, huh?” he questioned, brows raised as he tried to maintain a serious expression - but her attempt to glare at him had him laughing. “yeah, but i trust you,” he pointed out, “i know you’d never, ever judge me. everyone else? who can say if they’d judge me or not,” he said, pretending to pout for a moment. once she gave in, he leaned forward, eagerly waiting for her to answer the question. and when she did, he couldn’t help but laugh. not because it was embarrassing, but because it wasn’t embarrassing at all. “anyone would fuck young leo. most people would fuck leo today,” he added, shaking his head again. “i can’t believe you almost withheld such vital information from me.”
‘‘ that’s easy; i’d bang rasputin. ‘‘ her voice was calm and collected, never even seeming to bat an eye at the unusual question that was shared to her. nothing quentin said fazed her as much as it used to in the beginning of their friendship; in fact, she found herself asking out of the ordinary questions to other people, inspired by the male in front of her. ‘’ they found his dick in the ocean or something. that thing was huge, apparently. ‘’ shrugging, nora’s green hues shone in the sun’s glare as she looked up to her counterpart, scrunching her nose in response. ‘’ sounds gnarly. don’t think i can listen to that man’s music without thinking about shit anymore. thanks for ruinin’ that for me, darling. so, who else would you fuck ? ‘’
“is that your reasoning for wanting to fuck? cause he’s allegedly got a big dick?” he questioned with a smirk, amused by her answer. he liked nora - that much was obvious, considering the nature of their friendship, but he genuinely liked her. and he especially appreciated that she didn’t bat an eye at any of the strange things he decided to say. that was a rarity, given that most people were judgemental, some even going as far as throwing a bad rating his way for stepping away from ‘normal’ small talk. “sorry,” he said simply, with no real sympathy in his tone, “really thought that was common knowledge,” he added with a shrug. “i know it’s the most basic answer, cause who wouldn’t, but i gotta go with freddie mercury. he just seems like he knows how to fuck someone good.”
grace had her head buried in her organic chemistry book when she heard her phone buzz beside her. absentmindedly she reached for it as she finished reading the paragraph she was on. as soon as she saw the contact name on her locked screen, her heart fell into her stomach. it was funny how just the mere sight of his name caused a familiar ache in her heart. they had been broken up for a while a now, but she still felt the effects of their breakup. she still blamed herself to be honest, after everything they went through maybe at the end of it she should have tried harder to keep him. thing was, she would have done anything for quen, still would. almost immediately after reading the text she was out the door of her dorm and walking quickly towards the student lounge. she turned the corner and her eyes landed on his familiar face. they had texted him once or twice since the break up, but this was her finally seeing him in person after all this time. she was struck with just how much she missed him. “um, hi,” she spoke softly once she finally gathered the courage to walk up to him. her eyes narrowed in on something that was in hand, “what do you have there?”
as soon as his eyes landed on her, his heart sunk. he didn’t realize that it’d be this hard to see her, but it was. too many memories came back all at once, and he suddenly felt like he had to catch his breath. he tried to brush the feelings off, giving her a distant nod as he sat on one of the arms of the couch with his feet on the cushions. “hey,” he said, tightening the grip he had on the book absentmindedly. his gaze lowered as he focused on the book instead of her, finding it to be much easier. “i thought i gave back everything of yours, but i guess i was wrong,” he shrugged, reluctantly holding it out for her to take. as far as he knew, it really was the last thing of hers that he had - which is why it felt like the end all over again. there was something offical in the returning of things. “i read it,” he confessed. he’d debated on telling her that he did, in case it seemed like he was still attached, but now that she was here he didn’t care. there’d always be an attachment to her he’d be unable to shake, and it was best to accept it. “so, yeah. you were right, it was good. thanks for letting me borrow it, and sorry i didn’t give it back until now,” he said, eyes on her now. he wanted to add all the other things he was sorry for too, but decided to bite his tongue before he embarrassed himself.
“i… can’t say this is my best work.” nami hadn’t ever attempted making smoothies before, but he also didn’t think they would be hard to make, either. the flavor that hit his taste buds was something so painfully disgusting that he couldn’t even think long enough to show a reaction. instead he focused on swallowing it before peering up at the other, who he had promised a smoothie to. something he was now deeply regretting. “this was the test run,” he said after a moment. “i can do better than this, i swear… but maybe i should just uber eats us some smoothies until i get the hang of it.” he pouted dramatically at the outcome, feeling guilty for making a promise he couldn’t keep - as small of a promise as it was. “i can get you food, too? are you hungry?”
“if it’s not your best, then i don’t want it at all,” quen responded, mouth full of the berries that nami had been using to make the smoothies. “uh?” finding it difficult to believe that someone could even get a smoothie wrong, quen reached over to grab it from him. after taking a sip he made a face, brows furrowed as he stared at whatever it was he just drank. “what the fuck did you put in this?” he asked, like he hadn’t already been told that it wasn’t good. “i thought smoothies were impossible to mess up,” he commented, as unhelpful as ever. “ubereats sounds good though,” he added, popping a few more berries in his mouth, “and food would be cool too. i could go for a burger or something,” and after a moment he added, “onion rings would be good too.” it wasn’t unlike him to take advantage of this kind of opportunity.
“fuck,” he said, immediately looking at quentin. this was a hard question, especially since he had so many to-do’s on his life. “i’ve never seen that movie and i dunno much about mozart. he was probably too busy writing to do anything else. he was probably a true nerd,” he said with a shrug. “i wouldn’t go near him with a ten-foot pole.” at least he had finally found his answer, “a younger rita moreno would be mine. hell, i’d go for her even now. she’s hot.”
as soon as silas cursed, quen laughed in amusement. he appreciated that he took the question so seriously, enough to be frustrated by trying to decide on an answer. “that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, brows raising slightly, “i bet he fucked all the time. when he wasn’t writing,” he added, “but what’s wrong with fucking nerds anyway? are you anti-nerd?” he asked, adopting a much more serious demeanor as though he were offended. “good, stay away from my man,” he teased, amusement reappearing on his expression. “rita who?” but before silas could clarify he was already looking her up. “huh? you’d fuck her now? you got some sort of grammy kink? i’m not judging, but it feels like good info to know about a person.”
vivianne would normally widen her eyes of shock, but this time? she couldn’t help but narrow them at her company. if there was anyway to explain how embarrassed or rather off put vivi felt after such an inquiry from her childhood friend, the pink tinge that began growing on her cheeks definitely would speak volumes. ❝quentin… what the actual, hell. w — why?❞ it was a silly question, she knew quen better than most. and a lot of the time they’ve spent together, still vivianne wasn’t able to figure out all the things that went on in his head. as he continued his long-winded statement, vivi’s facial expression matched the males; noticeably shaking her head. ❝he would fit in with the modern day artists.. but maybe a bit worse.❞ she voiced, not really wanting to go into the kinks other people tend to be into. of all things though, vivianne was unsure if he actually wanted to know… and it wasn’t exactly information she’d spout to him like she would of anything else. honey brown irises focus on her fiddling digits instead of quentin’s face, as vivi searched for an answer. ❝uhm — i, i don’t know really. i mean, history isn’t my forte y’know!❞
“why not? have you really never thought about it?” he questioned. the fact that he was having this conversation with someone who’d been his friend for pretty much as long as he could remember didn’t phase him in the slightest bit. “he was weirdly current for his time,” he agreed, but it could’ve been him projecting the way movie mozart was portrayed, rather than commenting on the real mozart. “i dunno about worse. maybe he was just worse at hiding it,” he shrugged, infinitely wary about every person in existence. “it doesn’t have to be someone in history,” he clarified, wanting to know even more know that she was avoiding his gaze, like he wasn’t able to notice when she was trying to avoid answering a question. “at least not old history or whatever,” he added with an indifferent shrug. “if it’s someone lame i won’t hold it against you - i mean, you think i want everyone to know i’d let mozart stick it in me?” he scoffed, shaking his head at the thought. “just say the first person that comes to mind,” he encouraged, leaning a bit closer to her for added pressure, “go.”
the question doesn’t quite catch her off-guard, but it does see halle blinking at the man — a couple of times at that — before taking a breath. “ … should i even ask ? ” it’s rhetorical, and she doesn’t believe she’d want to know the answer even if it hadn’t been, though his vocalized thoughts distract her from such an idea. she soon thinks it isn’t for the better. “ i didn’t know he was into SCAT, so i guess i’m never skating a program to him. ever again. ” it’s not much of a loss for her, given she hasn’t done so for some time and prefers other classical composers regardless; it’s quentin’s elaboration which reinforces the thought of said composers, her letting a moment pass after his query to shrug. “ i’ve said that i’d fuck chopin in my past life and i’m still down. ” though she wouldn’t hesitate to kinkshame and drop his ass too if it ever came to that.
“what?” he responded innocently, his words accompanied by a shrug, as though there was nothing off with his question. to him, there wasn’t. similar thoughts and questions cross his mind regularly, and with his lack of filter when it comes to anything he views as meaningless information - well, it landed him in conversations like this often. “he used to write about it in, like, all his letters, i’m pretty sure,” he confirmed with a nod, but that could just be how he remembered it. he tends to retain information enough to remember it vaguely, but as soon as it came to the details it all became much fuzzier. “can’t believe you’re kinkshaming mozart,” he added with a disappointed click of his tongue, but that’s one kink he’d shame just as quickly. “lemme...” he trailed off to pull out his phone to google who that was. despite him choosing a composer, his knowledge in that area is severely lacking. “based on appearances alone,” he scrunched his nose a bit, “i’d have to hear his music to make a real decision about it though,” he mused, as though it were even worth considering at all.
seeing halle with even the slightest pout on her lips is… surprising, to say the least. her debonair and cool aura is typically visible at all times and familiar to most around her; it normally ONLY dissipates into something more relaxed in nature when around a select few people, or when one says or does something to conjure that often hidden aspect of her attitude — her professional mannerisms ? always on, so of course she’s a rigid brat more often than not — so imagine something as simple as DESSERT being what brings the a ( remotely ) personable part of the skater to the surface, taking a seat directly across from the other in the cafeteria with her simple veggie sandwich ( featuring a dismal amount of turkey ), more veggies on the side and water. “ how dare you flaunt that in front of me, ” she remarks, unscrewing the cap of her sports bottle while her gaze remains on their plate for a moment longer. clearly her willpower has taken a hit, cheat day only having been a couple of days ago, but she isn’t weak enough to succumb to the temptation before her which has reawakened her cravings; she’s dealt with this often enough over the years to not do so, it’d take far more to break her down. “ they only serve all of the good food when i’m back on my diet, it’s like they KNOW when to fuck with me. how cruel is that ? ”
quen barely looked up as halle took a seat at the table he’d been sitting at. with how busy he typically kept himself, it wasn’t unusual for him to skip out on a meal or two, so when he does have the time to eat he tends to take advantage of it. he’d already eaten a sandwich, a bag of chips, and he was half way through the cheesecake drizzled with strawberry syrup. it was just a cafeteria dessert, so it wasn’t the tastiest treat to ever hit his taste buds, but he appreciated the comfort that it seemed to provide him. he never had sweets much as a kid, instead focusing on what was needed rather than wanted, so once he got to college the freedom was liberating, to say the least. in many ways - not just dessert related ones. “flaunt?” he questioned, finally glancing up at her now, his mouth full of cheesecake. it wasn’t very polite of him to talk with food in his mouth, but no one was really around to tell him that, so his manners lacked. “you can have a bite, if you really wanna,” he offered with a half shrug, pushing it towards her a bit. he assumed she’d decline the offer, but at least he could take credit for the offer. “imagine thinking the universe is working against you and your diet,” he muttered, half amused. “maybe you should give them your schedule so they can plan accordingly.”
it’d been weeks since he first found the book she’d let him borrow when they were still together. and she’d been right. he did like it. in fact, he liked it so much that he’d been reading it almost nonstop since he’d found it. and maybe his investment in the book wasn’t because of the book alone. maybe it was also the fact that he felt transported, stupidly enough, to a different time. to a time where he knew someone cared about him as much as he cared about them. a time where he was genuinely happy. he sighed softly as he finished the last few lines, closing the book and turning over in his bed. it was late, but he didn’t care. he shot grace a text, asking her to meet him in the student lounge, which was probably empty by now. he didn’t even bother waiting before heading there himself, gripping the book as he walked across campus to get there.
“if you could fuck anyone in history, who’d it be?” he asked the question without really thinking about it. his genuine curiosity got the best of him, the curiosity stemming from him thinking about the answer for himself. “i’m pretty sure mozart was a lowkey freak. if you could even say he was lowkey - he did have a piece called ‘leck mich im arsch,’ which, y’know, literally translates to ‘lick me in the ass,’” he continued to ramble, “though he was also kinda obsessed with shit, so...” he continued, pulling a disgusted face, his nose scrunching to show his disapproval. “maybe i’ll just choose that guy that plays mozart in amadeus. seems like the safer choice,” he mused. “so, who’s it gonna be for you?” he questioned, giving them his attention.
kim taehyung, male, he/him. — have you seen ( quentin park ) around ( hecate )? they’re a ( twenty-one ) year old ( junior ) who’s majoring in ( film studies. ) i know they’re busy with ( drama club, fencing club, photography club & theta chi fraternity ), but you should tell them to check their latest starred rating!
hi!! i’m summer and this is quen!! i’ll probably come bother everyone for a connection, but in the meantime feel free to read the info below to get a feel for him!! it got... really long accidentally so um sorry abt that!! feel free to peep his connection page here.
quen’s a second generation american. his mom’s never really been around, unless she needed some cash, and his dad rarely stuck around either. instead he’d be out, on benders, leaving quentin to look after his three younger siblings, but at least he’d pop by once a week or so. his mom, on the other hand, came every few months, if that.
being responsible for his siblings, and himself, starting at such a young age... it was a lot. but quen didn’t really have a choice. he did whatever he had to for his siblings, to ensure that they were taken care of. that being said, he pretty much raised them. money was scarce, and they never had much, but they got by.
as soon as he found someone who would hire him, he started working - and he worked a lot. leaving his younger siblings at home alone wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have much of a choice. he had to do something. and, at that point, his younger sister was old enough that she could sort of take over when he wasn’t around.
he started working in an auto shop, helping out here and there and slowly learning about cars and how he could help fix them. over time, he became really close to the owner, who obviously was looking out for him and his siblings after quen let it slip why he was attempting to make a living at such a young age.
and sometimes they wouldn’t be so terribly off. quen was actually pretty good with money, and saving, and he’d be able to have a nice stash of cash hidden away for when they needed it - until one of their parents would come home to search for whatever money they could find, and once they did they’d disappear again.
his entire life has been devoted to his siblings, to ensure they’re taken care of, so college... that was for him. as someone who’s been interested in film for as long as he could remember, he knew that it was the direction he wanted to go in. whatever comfort he couldn’t get from life, he got from films, and he loved that. it inspired him.
asteria was his choice for a few reasons. first, it had film as an available major. second, the housing was pretty affordable. and third, it was close enough to home so he could still be close to his younger siblings. scraping by and saving up all those years was obviously worth it, and financial aid was pretty good to him too.
he finally had a sense of independence once he started at asteria. it was the first time he was able to put himself first, and focus on who he was and what he wanted. so he started exploring with clubs, and he found a few. drama club, where he gets to be someone else for an allotted amount of time, fencing, where he can get out any frustrations he’s built up, photography, to further his skills when it comes to shots and what’s aesthetically pleasing, and theta chi, where he gets to unwind.
he’s an extremely guarded person. the kind of guy who keeps his feelings to himself, and doesn’t let anyone in. for that reason, he’s not really a relationship person. he’s had a few, but they’ve pretty much all failed because there comes a point where they want more from him that he’s not willing to give. that he can’t give. but there’s been a few that’ve stuck with him, with feelings he can’t shake off entirely.
but he sticks to hook ups. no strings attached, very casual hook ups. he’s pretty lowkey about the way he hooks up with whoever though - he’s not the type to do so at a party, unless they sneak off to somewhere private, and he’s really not into pda. he rarely makes the first move either, but once they do he’s willing to make the next one.
ever since the starred app came out, he’s tried harder to be more approachable. not that he necessarily wants to be approached, but he doesn’t want to be at the bottom of the ratings. though he never cared previously about his social standing, for some reason this app has convinced him that if he’s not someone, he’s no one.
so that’s the basics!! ‘the basics,’ she says, after writing his whole fuckin life story sljflasd but like i said, i’ll be bothering everyone for plots so be ready for that 🤧
You do care. You care so much it’s eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but it’s the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.
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