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sunburn (1999): davin mcderby icons.
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Aideen: What are your aspirations? Davin: The pursuit of happiness.
Cillian Murphy as Davin McDerby in Sunburn (1999)
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20 Minute Break (Davin McDerby x Fem!Reader) [+18]
Pairing: Davin McDerby x female reader Summary: You've been flirting with this sexy irish bartender all summer, and finally, you get 20 minutes to be alone with him. Word count: 2,414 Contents: (Minors DNI) Smut, semi-public, p in v, unprotected sex, cum eating. Author's notes: Once again, the lovely @fuckiingloser and I teamed up to bring the Davin fanfic count from like 5 fics to 6. He's so underrated, he deserves more love. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy!
It had been the perfect summer in Montauk. The millennium was coming to its long awaited end and you and your girlfriends had all turned 21 during your vacation. The days had rolled by smoothly with daily trips to the beach and nightly visits to the local bar. As the last summer of the century slipped away, you all decided to spend your last weekend at the lovely beach town visiting your favorite places there before being forced to go back to real life.
The clock hit 11 pm, your friend group dispersed into the crowded beach bar after an hour of pregaming at your hotel. Slightly tipsy, you made your way to the bar, or rather, to the sexy Irish bartender you had been flirting with the entire summer: Davin.
You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you were wearing a deliberate attempt to keep his attention on you and nobody else. A little jean skirt, a cropped t-shirt that exposed your midriff and a strategically placed necklace with a charm that would draw his eyes to your chest, so he could notice you had no bra underneath. Something he really loved. You were perfect, despite matching with the rest of the bar you were impossible to miss.
You made your way to the corner of the bar and there was Davin. In his black v neck shirt, with that auburn hair and that cheeky smile, serving some customers before setting his sights on you as if he had a radar that detected your presence. He tossed you a sexy smirk, walking towards you like every time you came in. It had become as natural as breathing. You flirted all summer and shockingly, that had been it. Nothing else had happened between you two despite the intense sexual tension and banter you shared. Blame it on his work hours. He had come from Ireland to work and hardly had a night off.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” That dreamy thick irish accent had wormed its way inside your ears and into every corner of your mind since you first heard it, creating a Pavlovian reaction that made your pussy flutter a bit every time he talked.
“Hi, you.” You replied with a smile, leaning over the bar closer to him. Without fail, his pale blue eyes fanned over your face and lowered to the charm of your necklace and, of course, noticed your nipples poking through the fabric of your t-shirt, making his smirk wider.
“You’re lookin’ absolutely delicious tonight love… Can I get you your usual? On me, of course.” Davin offered with a flirty tone, and you didn’t deny him the pleasure of treating you. With extra care, he made you your vodka soda with lime, shooting you a little smirk when he handed it to you in what he believed to be the best glass they had at the bar.
“Thank you.” You purred sweetly and he never stopped smirking. He oh so adored when you talked to him like that. “Pretty busy tonight, huh?” You asked after a sip.
“Definitely. Summer’s comin’ to a close, everyone's tryin’ to soak up the last bits of fun...” His beautiful eyes looked into yours, basking in the burn of desire that mirrored his own. Being subtle was not part of your plans and neither was it in his. It had been a long summer of teasing. All bark and no bite. One time you had come close to kissing him, only for his boss to show up and tell him to get back to work. That night you returned to your hotel room so turned on, your fingers had to make do for the night as you fantasized about his accent, his perfect pink lips and his big hands. Visions of him holding your hips and staring into your eyes flooded your mind.
“You think we'll ever get our moment for a bit of fun, Dav?” You asked against the tip of your straw and his gaze automatically flew to your lips, making him lick his own a bit.
“I got a 20 minute break tonight… Whaddya say, princess?” Davin’s voice was seductive, smile inducing. Even if the break lasted 30 seconds he would have convinced you right away.
“You wanna spend it with me, huh?” You teased. “How could I ever say no to a handsome boy like you?” And he smiled.
“See you out in an hour, pretty girl.” Davin purred in that accent that made your knees weak and finished you off with a wink. You downed your vodka soda and watched him reluctantly go back to work. To kill time, you found your girls on the dance floor. But even the club house remixes that blasted your ear drums and made your heart match the beat couldn’t get the anticipation away from you. A few more drinks followed in what seemed like an eternity. A look at the time made your heart jump: 12:01 am. Showtime…
You walked out of the hot crowded bar into the cool summer breeze. The smell of saltwater and the faint trace of tobacco in the air filled your senses. Leaning against a car, there was Davin. He tossed his cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his shoe when he noted your upcoming presence.
“Alone at last…” You murmured when you came close enough to him. Those hands you had fantasized so much about finally found their rightful place around your waist.
“Alone at last princess...” Davin leaned in to whisper into your ear, his breath tickling you. “This little skirt’s drivin’ me mad… I wanna take it off you…"
Those accented words caressed the skin of your neck and delved into your already wet clenching pussy. He pulled back to admire your face and carefully tucked some strands of hair behind your ear. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused.
“Well, what are you waiting for? We’ve only got 20 minutes...” You whispered playfully, finding mischief in those crystal clear blue eyes.
“No time to waste…”
Obeying you, his soft plump lips met yours in a hungry kiss. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and pulled him so close to you, you could almost feel his heartbeat pumping against your chest. Hot, slick tongues melted together. His mouth tasted like spearmint gum and cigarettes, a rush of more heat traveled to your cunt from just that. You moaned softly into the kiss when his hands slided down to grip your ass greedily, massaging it hard.
Electricity flew by around your burning bodies. The temperature was so hot, the metal of his car could start to sizzle. His cock grew hard in his pants and pressed it into your stomach intently. When you pulled away for air with stinging lips, Davin smiled and opened up his car door.
“After you princess.” He played chivalrous, getting a chuckle out of you as you climbed into the backseat. He got in behind you, and closed you in. Time was ticking and you couldn't afford to waste it. Gently, he laid you down on the backseat and hovered over you before leaning in for another feverish kiss. Your hands ran across his smooth auburn hair and successfully got a soft groan out of him.
“Been dreamin’ about this pussy all summer.” Davin purred against your lips in deep, starving lust. His hands reached up under your skirt and slowly pulled your underwear off you. With a sensual trail of kisses, his mouth found your ear and nibbled on it a little before whispering again. “I couldn't even tell you how many times I've touched my cock thinkin’ about you, love… Watchin’ you sip your little drinks out of those straws at the bar givin’ me those eyes… Wishin’ that pretty mouth was on my cock instead…”
His filthy words did unspeakable things to you. You moaned softly, muffling it mostly with your lip bite. In approval, you lifted your hips and helped him take your underwear off. The small piece of fabric got lost inside his pocket. His v neck shirt met a different fate on the car floor when he pulled it over his head. His zipper got yanked down fast and his jeans and briefs got pulled down in one go. His sizable erection slapped almost obscenely against his toned abs, making you smirk.
“All for you, princess… You get me so hard.” He prided himself. His hand reached down to massage your breast over your shirt, the tips of his thumb and index pinched your hardened nipple just enough to make you moan eagerly. Both the alcohol and the desire prevented you from thinking straight. One thing you did know for certain as you laid on that backseat: Davin was bigger than what you’d thought he would be. Thicker too.
“Fuck me... Please..” You moaned, your pleading eyes on him making him grin.
“Say no more.” His whisper was husky and sensual against your lips. He watched over your bodies, his cock kissing your slick entrance and slowly pushing in, making you moan heavenly.
In pleasure, he threw his head back. His eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, taking in the feeling of your tight wet heat.
“Even better than I dreamed… This pussy…” He groaned to your ear and you moaned so softly. He filled you completely, every inch of his thick cock stretched you open so well he had to wait a few seconds for you to adjust. When you did, he started an increasing rhythm that erased every thought from your brain. Faster and faster, his pistoning hips seemed to be aware of the short time you had left. The sounds of your clenching pussy taking him in and the slap of skin filled his car for you to remember all your life. So needy and desperate.
“Holy fuck-” You cried out loudly, sweet whiny noises that fed into his own pleasure. Face to face, he leaned closer, his hands held him up like pillars and kept the hard pounding steady.
“You fuckin’ like that baby? Like me fuckin’ you deep?” He panted against the sensitive skin of your neck, you felt his smirk teasing it.
“Fuck, yes.” You nodded, your arm wrapped around him to pull him impossibly closer and claw at his back when a particular thrust hit you deep. The air in the car had become thick, filthy and heavy, and the windows fogged. You both moaned in unison, closer and closer to coming at any time. Eagerly, Davin fucked you harder, his movements sloppy, his cock throbbing deep inside you.
“Fuck... I'm so close… This cunt’s squeezin’ me so good... Where d’ya want my come, baby?” He whispered against your lips, panting out of breath. The most desperate parts of your brain begged for him to come inside you, let him fill you up to the brim. But your mouth had different plans.
“In my mouth… Wanna taste you…” You moaned back, clinging into him. Davin raised his eyebrows in a pleasureful interest.
“Mmm… Dirty girl…” He replied with the cockiest of smirks, before melting his tongue into yours. The kiss burned your mouth and took over every function it had, effectively muffling out a moan when his hand snaked between you and started to rub hard circles on your clit. His cock never once stopped pumping in and out of you, so hard you almost saw God in the back of your eyelids.
“Oh my god!..” You cried out, the edge approaching you like a spear through the heart. “Please- Dav... I’m close!”
That delicious, killer pressure built up towards your most primal places, the tip of his cock pistoned into you against the right places. Your whine transformed into a loud cry when your orgasm striked you down. Your cunt throbbed around him and squeezed him like a vice. Your eyes rolled back a little and prevented you from seeing his reaction of pure, unadulterated satisfaction and pride.
“Fuckin hell…” He groaned loudly, watching you under him succumbing to pleasure. “Jesus- I’m gonna come… This pussy feels too good.”
His accent as thick as the air around you made you moan a bit more, your orgasm extended as he frantically thrusted in you, so close to his own. You nodded, your brain regained lucidity just so you could also memorize the following moments.
Eagerly, Davin pulled out, his cock coated in your stickiness. He sat back to his knees and looked into your eyes with dilated pupils.
“You want my come, princess?” He cooed to you, his hand pumped himself close to finishing. Hypnotized by the sight, you nodded.
“Yes, please…” You purred back sensually, telling just how much he loved it from the gleam in his eyes.
“Fuuuuck.” He groaned huskily. “You’re fuckin’ sexy, baby…”
Naughtily, you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue. He smirked, and you leaned in, letting his red leaking tip sit on your tongue. The taste of the salty precum danced in your mouth. His hand worked on a tandem to give you just what you wanted. A couple more pumps combined with the feeling of your warm tongue on his sensitive head were enough to push him over just a mere seconds later.
“I’m coming baby-fuck…” He almost whimpered out with a moan. His cock pulsed your tongue when the warm salty load coated it in ropes. He watched through half-lidded, amazed eyes, pushing your hair out of your face softly to take in the image of your lips wrapping around his tip.
You savored and swallowed everything diligently, making eye contact with him when you proudly stuck your clean tongue out.
“Fuck-you are the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen…” Davin grinned and rubbed his thumb gently over your bottom lip. “Whaddya say we go for round two, baby?”
Tempting, you thought. Every fiber of your being craved for as many rounds you could gather the stamina for. Spend the hours you couldn’t have with him all summer in the back of his car. But the mere reminder of the passage of time made you check the hour in a quick motion: 12:25 am...
“Fuck…” Davin muttered when he noticed too, his boss’ voice already ringing in the back of his head for being late during a busy night. He scrambled to get dressed, to your sweet amusement. And you thanked your luck.
“Well, what about your break tomorrow?” You asked with a devious smirk.
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more cillian character memes 🌟sillies🌟
#tom the party#robert capa#icarus and the sun#memes#gay men#silly goofy mood#silly guy#gay#funny#silly little guy#patricia kitten braden#kitten braden#breakfast on pluto#Michael mccrea#Perriers bounty#John 24 days later#jackson rippner#Red eye#Young reaper#At deaths door#emmett quiet place 2#jonathan breech#cillian murphy#on the edge#thomas shelby#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#davin mcderby#sunburn#raymond leon
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Cock headcanon part 1
Headcanon created with @mrkdvidal1989
Lenny Miller: Pink tip and top half of it, curved upwards, longer than normal but average girth, fully shaved package, circumcised, shower
Jonathan Crane: Average length and girth but bigger tip, 5.9 inches, completely pale, way more veiny than usually, dark thick hair, uncircumcised, shower
Davin McDerby: Slightly bigger and longer than usual, 6 inches, not very veiny, uncircumcised, freckled, a little hairy, grower
Robert Fischer: Average length but thick, 5.5 inches, light pink colour all over, fully shaved, circumcised, grower
Tommy Shelby: Really thick and longer than average, 7 inches, light brownish colour, veiny, short and groomed hair, probably circumcised, shower
Shivering Soldier: curved upwards, average length, 5.7 inches, bit thicker than average, hairy, not well groomed, uncircumcised, dark pink and big tip, shower
Jonathan Breech: straight, longer than average length, 7 inches, average girth, completely pale, pinkish, grower, darker balls than dick, groomed but hairy
Jackson Rippner: Curved to the left, large in both ways, whooping 7.5 inches, a bit darker than the rest of his body, shower, circumcised, some hair left above it but groomed
Raymond Leon: much longer than typically but average girth, 7 inches, shaved fully, completely pale with a couple freckles, bigger tip, shower, uncircumcised, straight with no curves, veiny even soft
William Killick: Curved to the right, average length and thicker than normal, 6 inches, pretty hairy, he tries to keep it groomed but he doesn’t have time all the time
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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons Part III
Disclaimer: Slight spoilers so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen or characters I know enough about to judge. This is just for funsies, just my own personal opinions, so it’s totally okay if you disagree. Fully aware how much of an ass I’m being. Horny hater at my core.
Disco Pigs (2001) | Enda Walsh, Kirsten Sheridan - Darren
• starting out strong with THE freak of freaks
• not to state the obvious but.. possessive, dominating, jealous asf but also loyal asf
• Incel ass behavior, would definitely have a Reddit account, frequent user of 4chan.
• would jerk off to hentai titties if he could
• would probably ask you to do the ahegao face during sex…
On the Edge (2001) | John Carney - Jonathan Breech
• as much as he would hate to admit it.. hopeless romantic. Super devoted but would have an annoying tendency to flirt with other girls to see if you’d get jealous.
• honestly.. great first bf to have. Would absolutely destroy your perception of what love should be.. but hey isn’t that first loves?
• heavy breathing and moaning in your ear. Loves to give hickeys.
Sunburn (1999) | Nelson Hume - Davin McDerby
• oh davin… dead beat baby daddy fr.. loved his character arc regardless tho
• ngl probably absolute shit in bed. He screams premature ejaculator..
• has a porn addiction, but would hide it from you
• would pick up edging and would talk about your sex life very openly with “the boys”
• loves sending nudes and nut vids if he had the chance
Intermission (2003) | John Crowley - John
• he has no qualms about saying it: you’re a whore 😌
• probably feels the need to be in charge and take control but really.. you’d be the one calling the shots mostly
• definitely the type to make stupid jokes during sex
• whiny, would definitely triple text if you didn’t respond fast enough
• still a cutie ofc
• jealousy is his middle name
Girl with the Pearl Earring (2003) | Peter Webber - Pieter
• breeding kink but not in the fun way. Breeding kink in the way where he would wanna fuck like rabbits and procreate like rabbits.
• would want you to have like 6 of his kids is what I’m saying
• acts like he’s touch starved half the time, really handsy, likes to tease and leave kisses all over you
• knows how to handle his meat
At Deaths Door (1999) | Conor Morrissey - Young Reaper
• this one is just for shits and giggles
• it’s giving virgin, inexperienced but passionate
• shy asf, again you’d probably have to make the first move
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Cillian Murphy Playlists ⸻ By Pingu
So far, I have Jonathan Crane, Davin McDerby, Robert Fischer, William Killick, and Raymond Leon.
Jonathan Crane
Davin McDerby
Robert Fischer
William Killick
Raymond Leon
#pinguwrites#cillian murphy#william killick#robert fischer#raymond leon#davin mcderby#jonathan crane#playlist#spotify#spotify playlist#cillian murphy playlist#Spotify
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CILLIAN MURPHY’S EYES 🩵
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CILLIAN MURPHY AS DAVIN MCDERBY
SUNBURN (1999)
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Feel free to disregard this Davin Mcderby with bimbo!reader who is a little on the thick side (body type wise)???
oh my goddd i love this concept, bimbo!reader is always fun. also first real post and request!!!
pairing: davin mcderby x bimbo!reader
word count: 0.8k words
warnings: smut (duh), oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, kinda sub!davin, praise kink, not proofread so lmk if there's any mistakes
(not my gif!)
waking up davin is always a pain. usually you let him sleep in (like he isn't already), but his friends have been waiting on him for a while now.
"davin...davin!" you sit at the side of his bed and try to wake him for at least 10 minutes before he finally stirs.
"yeah? whatcha need?" is all he says, his thick accent is always enough to make you melt.
"your friends are waiting for you." you tell him. his friends are definitely used to him being late, so it's no surprise when you both arrive to your usually hang out spot in the middle of long island.
his friends greet him and eventually greet you as well, you give them all a smile and small finger wave. everyone in the group say at the same seats they usually do and you, well, you of course are always propped onto davin's lap like a prized trophy he won at carnival. it was completely normal to his friends.
while davin spoke to his friends, you mindlessly ran your dainty decorated fingernails through his auburn hair, not paying attention to a thing anyone is saying. and of course since davin is...davin, his hand will always rest itself on your tit. he can't help it. he's obsessed with your body. he's always liked his girls a little on the thicker side, and that's probably why he's getting a little impatient seeing how good your thighs look today.
your short skirt was hugging your hips in all the right places. not to mention the way that your tits are pressing against your tight baby pink shirt. you also had a bad habit of moving while sitting on his lap. it's enough to make him bust in his jeans.
"love..." he whispers to you and uses his hands to hold your hips still.
"what happened?" you look at him with innocent doe eyes. you were genuinely confused, oblivious to the way you were getting him all hot and bothered.
davin tries not to let his manly urges get the best of him, but he fails. so he quickly grabs your hand and dismisses his friends. he drags you both up to his apartment and immediately attacks your lips with his own while simultaneously walking you backwards to his bed. he pushes you onto it rather harshly and a slight squeal escapes your lips.
"i tried, i really did," davin begins lowering himself onto his knees. "i jus' need a taste." his voice is needy and desperate. he begins kissing your inner thighs and feeling up your waist and ass. seeing him like this never fails to get you all worked up and it always boosts his rather cocky ego when he sees how quickly you get wet for him.
he removes your skirt and your underwear and takes a minute to admire your already glistening pussy.
"fuck me..." he whispers to himself. he runs a finger across your slit before plunging two inside of you. he eventually latches his lips onto your clit, sucking harshly at the little bud.
the combination of his fingers and his mouth has you bucking your hips against his face.
he lifts his head to give you a few loving kisses to your lips before he moves down to your neck, marking you with a few purple hickies that you won't bother to hide later on.
"always so pretty for me," the sudden praise makes you whimper. your thighs clench around his fingers.
"you wanna cum for me pretty girl? hm?" you whine before muttering a small 'please' and he smiles at your neediness. he kisses you softly on your jawline before speaking once more.
"i want you to cum on my tongue." is all he says before he heads back down to your drooling pussy, his big hands hold your hips down to quit your squirming so he can really get in there.
he laps and sucks at your pussy like it's his last meal. he looks up at you lazy, half lidded eyes, he's absolutely pussy drunk. you pull at his hair and your thighs squeeze his head. davin's moans against your pussy vibrate through your body, and that's all it takes to get you tipping over the edge.
"d-davin, i'm..." you can't even form any words because of how overwhelmingly fast your orgasm was approaching.
"i know love, i can feel ya squeezin' against me." he chuckles before going back to your pussy.
strings of loud moans and whimpers fall from your lips and you cum against his mouth. your hips stutter more against his face as he helps you ride out your orgasm. your eyes stay shut as you come down from your high.
"thank you...for that." you thank him breathlessly. you turn your head quickly when you hear the sound of davin's belt buckle hitting the floor.
"oh love, i'm not done with you yet."
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entering my cillian murphy era
#cillian murphy#jonathan crane#pigdiscopigs#neil lewis#davin mcderby#jackson rippner#kitten braden#NEED HIM#i’m so obsessed
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Sweater Weather || Davin McDerby
Day One of the October Dreams 1K Follower Event
Pairing: Davin McDerby x F!Reader
Summary: Summer might be over but your feelings for Davin won’t fade so easily.
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Drinking, language, Davin being tooth-rottingly sweet
A/N: This was partially inspired by the song Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood and my undying devotion for Davin. Shout-out to @a-reader-and-a-writer for assuring me the opening was ok, and to @runnning-outof-time as I know you love Davin too <3
Coffee, alcohol, cigarettes; the things you desire most are so often bad for your health.
Davin McDerby is no exception.
You met him in the summer. A scrawny kid, thousands of miles away from home. Skinny ankles and pink lips unreasonably delicate for the harsh angles of his face, russet hair streaked with copper and pale skin turning darker by the day. He was far too handsome for his own good.
You still remember the white t-shirt he was wearing that first day on the Montauk beach. How it clung to his lithe frame as he wrestled with Robert in the sand. The silver chain peeking out from beneath his collar daring you to look twice.
And you had looked twice. It was impossible to avert your gaze, even if it felt a little too much like staring into the sun. Like so many beautiful but dangerous animals, the warning you beheld in Davin’s bright blue eyes was undeniable.
Step too close and you might get burnt.
Because while his elegant veneer might have evoked the memory of a renaissance painting, in reality, he was an accident waiting to happen, all wrapped up in a pretty bow.
A self-proclaimed fuck up, Davin McDerby has the world in his hands but his head is firmly in the clouds. Full of overconfidence and bad decisions, he lives like there is no tomorrow. His sole purpose: the pursuit of happiness.
You didn’t want to be just a stop along the way.
He comes to you now after dark, a bottle of cheap wine clutched in his hands and a smile that lights up the October night sky. When he calls your name, you realise with a start that his pleasantly lilting accent has no less effect on you than it did back in the summer.
“Could’a given me the heads up.” Without waiting for an invitation, he drops onto the seat opposite you at the picnic table. “Didn’t know you were back in town.”
Music and chatter from your uncle’s bar drifts out into the cold night air, but you barely notice, so keenly attuned as you are to Davin’s presence. His company instantly drives away the chill and transports you back to the long summer days you’d spent together.
“Hello Davin. How are you?”
Despite your sterile, perfunctory greeting, his grin remains. He seems genuinely pleased to see you. “I’m grand. You comin’ to the party?”
“What party? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
This summer had been Davin’s first in America, but it quickly became apparent that he would have no trouble fitting in. The locals fell in love with him and it was only a matter of days before he’d sweet-talked your uncle Cormac into giving him a job beside you behind the bar.
And just like that, your vow to keep your distance from Davin had been rendered obsolete.
He’d sidled up to you at the beginning of his very first shift, a dish towel slung over his shoulder and a twinkle in his eye as he’d asked, “do you know how to make a Sex on the Beach?”
You’d rolled your eyes at the cheap shot, but nevertheless had proceeded to watch in fascination as he mixed the drink with excessive flair and a distinctive laugh, his red shirt riding up to reveal a swath of pale skin. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice had pleaded, give him a chance.
Perhaps that had been your mistake.
Davin unscrews the wine before taking a long mouthful, straight from the bottle. When he offers you a drink, you shake your head, pretending not to notice how his plump lips glisten under the glow of the patio lights.
“Cormac gave me the night off. Some of the boys are havin’ a Halloween party. You should come.”
“Is it fancy dress?” you ask, though you have no intention of taking him up on the offer. You only came here tonight because you’re a glutton for punishment, knowing very well that Davin was likely to be around.
“Of course,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“So where’s your costume?”
“This is me costume.” He gestures to his dark sweatshirt and pulls up the hood dramatically, his angular face standing out like a pale moon against the darkness. “I’m the Grim Reaper, see?”
It’s fitting, you think. Past experience gives you little doubt that his appearance is a portent of trouble to come.
“Where’s your scythe?”
“Left it at home.” Davin shrugs. “So, what d’ya say? You wanna go?”
You turn your gaze to the ocean, the roaring of the waves echoing the rush of your blood as you remind yourself why going anywhere with Davin is a bad idea. “I don’t think so.”
“Ah come on now. You’ve got to. Haven’t you missed me? I’ve missed you.” There’s nothing in his tone to suggest he’s telling anything other than the truth.
And that’s the problem.
Davin has never been like the rest of the boys with their painfully obvious attempts to get into your pants. In between your joint shifts at the bar, the only thing he ever seemed to want from you was your company, dragging you along from one adventure to the next; pool hopping, surfing lessons, road trips. And now, Halloween.
Waiting for your answer, he taps his fingers on the table and pouts. “You finally grace us with your presence after all this time, but now you don’t wanna hang out? Come on, it’ll be a laugh.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “the costume is optional.”
“All this time? Davin, it’s not even been two months.”
“Yeah well, it feels like longer.” He takes another swig from the bottle and you find yourself inclined to agree.
As the Manhattan trees started shedding their leaves and the end of summer bled into the beginning of fall, your thoughts never strayed far from Davin. You thought that after hightailing it back to the city, you’d be able to shake him, that the distance would somehow help you to forget. But like cotton candy caught between your teeth or the last grains of sand stuck in your sneakers, the memory of his rosy cheeks and freckled shoulders followed you all the way back to New York.
Davin lapses into silence, occasionally sipping from the bottle as he watches you intently across the table, the ghost of a lop-sided grin beginning to form across his lips. With every passing minute it feels like you’re fighting a losing battle.
Unable to conceal your unease any longer, you reach across the table and swipe the bottle of wine from his hands. “Would you stop staring at me?”
“Now, why would I wanna do that?”
Before you can offer a suitable response, Davin rises to his feet and rounds the table, pulling you up from your seat. His hand is surprisingly soft and warm as he laces your fingers with his own.
“What are you doing?” Despite your protest, you make no attempt to shake him off.
“I’ve decided.”
“Decided what?”
“That you’re comin’ to the party with me. Won’t be any fun on me own.”
Something tells you that even without you, Davin would hardly be on his own. But against your better judgement, you let him lead you away from the bar, that little voice in the back of your mind traitorously gleeful that he’s managed to draw you in all over again, just like a moth to the flame.
The big, white-stone house overlooking the beach is crowded when you arrive, the party already in full swing. The music, loosely themed for the occasion, is too loud and you have to lean in close to hear Davin over the speakers.
“You want to drink or dance first?” he shouts.
“Drink first, dance later,” you reply, thankful that the party is so busy that no one will notice your lack of costumes. The guest list boasts a colourful array of witches, vampires and monsters; even with his hood still drawn up, Davin looks as underdressed as you.
“Fine, but you owe me a dance.”
The drinks flow freely over the next few hours, but the two of you spend most of your time talking, abandoning the makeshift dance floor to squeeze onto the end of a worn leather sofa, so close you’re practically sitting in one another’s laps.
“I’m glad you came back,” Davin tells you after a while, his warm breath tickling your neck as you battle against the rising volume of the sound-system.
“Temporarily,” you remind him, uncertain of whether it’s the alcohol or Davin’s proximity that is to blame for your current light-headedness. “Why’s that?”
He tugs down his hood, finally, and leans in closer, the lengths of his soft hair brushing against your cheek. “Well, after you left without sayin’ goodbye, I thought I’d done somethin’ wrong. It’s usually my fault, you know. Drivin’ people away. Story of me fuckin’ life.”
You draw back to look at him properly and find his usually carefree expression marred with concern. “It wasn’t about you, Davin. I had to go back to college. And I’m just…I don’t know. I guess I’m bad with goodbyes.”
Lies. Lies. Lies.
He shakes his head, as if he can see beyond your facade. As if he can read your innermost thoughts. “Ahh look, I know I made mistakes. And I feel bad about them. Really, I do.”
There’s no hiding the apprehension in your voice, or the pounding in your chest when you press him for more details. “What mistakes do you think you’ve made?”
Almost absently, his hand moves to your waist, specifically to the patch of bare skin below the hem of your cropped t-shirt. You suppress the urge to shudder.
“Well, for a start I was so busy with the ‘pursuit of happiness’, I never noticed what was in front of me.” His gaze travels across your face.
On bated breath and hyper-aware of his fingers tightening - almost imperceptibly - around your waist, you prompt him to continue. “Which was?”
Davin blinks slowly, his blue eyes even more intense than usual. “You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.” He laughs, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. “Cause I never got round to kissin’ you, did I?”
You’re certain you misheard him over the music, even as bells are clanging in your head. “What?”
“Kissin’ you,” he repeats with more conviction this time, his lips twitching up at whatever he sees in your expression. “I mean, didn’t you ever think it was funny?”
Your heart flutters, impatient for him to get to the point. “Think what was funny?”
“That we never hooked up?”
Your mouth opens and closes at least three separate times as you search your whirling mind for something to say in response. You’ve given far too much thought to that very question over the last few months. In fact, it’s the reason that you ran away.
Even though you’d been painfully aware that Davin would wind up breaking your heart ever since that first day on the beach, you had been waiting on tenterhooks for him to make some kind of move.
But the summer had worn on and nothing had happened. As far as you were concerned, he’d simply put you in the friendzone and you had no intention of trying to claw your way out, despite how much you were attracted to him. Despite how much it hurt.
You knew he’d slept with probably a dozen other girls, so you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. What were you lacking? He was content to spend his days with you, but not his nights. Not his bed.
“Umm. Are you gonna say somethin’?” Davin asks tentatively, interrupting your racing thoughts. “Cause if I’m honest, you kinda look like you want to murder me.”
“Don’t tempt me, Davin,” you warn, overcome with the urge to do just that. “Why are you only telling this now?”
He grins, squeezing your waist even tighter, something about your reaction giving him the confidence he needs to continue. “I always thought you were too good for me. I was scared if I made a move I was gonna fuck everythin’ up. But tonight feels like fate or destiny or some other spooky shit. And the way I see it, I might not get another chance.”
“You’re an idiot, Davin McDerby.”
He captures your face in his hands. “Of course I am. Don’t sound so surprised.”
Slowly but surely, he closes the distance, his lips as delicate as petals as they brush over your own. You’re no longer aware of your surroundings, the lights and music fading into the background. The only sound is the pounding rhythm of your heart. The only sight is Davin, wide-eyed as he withdraws to study your reaction, uncertainty cast across his striking features.
You loop your arms around his neck and pull him back in, deepening the kiss that you’ve been waiting for, all this time.
When the two of you finally part, Davin rests his forehead against yours, his eyes soft as they meet your own and his smile warm and gentle. “Now you have it.”
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Memes to keep time
more Cillian character memes
Been sick for a while and its starting to get even worse again. But I am working on everything right now. So to keep ya'lls time here some memes of the cutie
Ps. Sorry if not accurate
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he's a horrible person... but he's my horrible person
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