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the wildcats game ⇾ ft. @ellie-jcnes

It was half time and Caoimhín waited patiently as Ellie went to the bathroom. The line was sure to be huge with so many people turning up to cheer on the boys. The Irish man didn't fully understand the appeal of American football, particularly at this level, but there was beer and chanting, so he could get down with those. It was also a great excuse to see Ellie again. The two had hit it off when they matched on Tinder, something he hadn't used in a long time, but the urge called. He hadn't expected to find someone nice like Ellie, mainly signing up for the typical hook-up, but she piqued his interest, and he as the days passed he found himself spending most of his free time texting with her. It was nice. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself even that.

"Hi -- you're back!" He greeted her, standing so she could squeeze past him to her seat. The smell of her perfume surrounded him, and he felt the faint tingle of goosebumps on his skin. "That was some touchdown in the first quarter...think I heard a guy behind me say it was 57 yards," he shared, looking over at the scoreboard with a shake of his head. The Wildcats were killing it. Caoimhín reached for his beer and took a long drink, nervous now that she was back. "And there's beer!" He added with a chuckle. "You'd be lucky if your family turned up to a high school game back in Ireland. We couldn't give two fucks about teenage sport," he joked, rambling.

#interactions #i: ellie #ellie.001 #idk if you can get beer at high school games cus im not murican buuuut finn would sneak in a six pack for them #drinking tw

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"What can I say? All those beers you were feeding me have me feeling confident all of a sudden," Caoimhín teased, winking at her to let her know. He continued to hold on to her as they danced around, then he pulled her closer and slowed them down as the music slowed. "These are not my best moves," he said in a breath and a chuckle, "trust me." A grin spread across his face and there was a glint in his baby blues, but he gave her another spin, then pulled her back into his hold, hands on her back to hold her against his chest. "You know, if I wasn't the manager of this place I'd tell ya' you're beautiful," he admitted, then his cheeks reddened as he realised he had just said it. This is what happened when he was drunk. He became an idiot. He loosened his hold on her, then took a small step so there was more space between them, "-- sorry."

The brunette couldn't help but laugh when he started to dance, and more surprisingly, lead them. "I see that. You've been holding out on me, Finn." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth disapprovingly, though she was sure that the sound got lost over the sound of the stereo. "It's impressive but maybe you're just giving me all your best moves. I've got the see the whole dance ensemble before I get too impressed." The brunette teased as she twirled but ultimately allowed him to take the lead.

#interactions #i: halide #halide.001

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Caoimhín had been chilling in the living room listening to some old records, relaxing on a rare day off. Thanks to Ryland and his generous contract, the barman could afford to take some time off these days. How he had lucked out, he'd never know. "Yes, bud," he replied, immediately jumping from the couch to go help Ryland.

He started taking items from bags, then spun around with a wide smile when the other man spoke again. How did he know about whiskers? "Dude, no way!" He slapped Ryland on the shoulder and picked up the food, reading the ingredients. "Jesus, the little man is going to love this...seriously, thank you, brother." Caoimhín looked through the cupboards for a suitable bowl, then poured some of the food inside. "Sorry, I never told you about it... the night I moved in he was scratching at the window and I felt bad for the little fella."

↦ closed starter / @caoimhinnn ↦ location: roommate rodeo aka their house

"Hey, Finn," Ryland called out as he sat the groceries down on the counter. He'd made a quick run on his way home and somehow ended up with an armload of bags, but there was one thing he was most excited to share with his roommate. "I grabbed a bag of cat food at the store." They hadn't talked about the stray cat that came to Finn's bedroom window each night, but Ryland wanted to make sure Finn knew he was totally cool with it. "I noticed you were running low and I figured your little friend could use some more."

#interactions #i: ryland #ryland.001

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Caoimhín's eyebrows scrunched together with confusion. "What did T-Pain do?" He asked her through a chuckle, the reference completely lost on him. He stumbled as she blocked his path, and looked down at her with a grin. She took the bait. "Aren't mysteries a genre of stories, though?" He fired back with a teasing glint in his blues. His hands gently grabbed her shoulders and he was able to gently guide her out of his path, walking ahead in silence so she could wonder about the mystery girl a little longer. When enough time had passed and she had suffered, he stopped and leaned down to whisper. "It's Halide..." he admitted, a tinge of red on his cheeks he would immediately blame on the sun. "She's the prettiest brunette at the bar is what I mean -- she was not the girl from the other night," he was rambling now after all of his confidence. "We've never -- you know... I just think she's --" he paused and looked away nervously, then glanced up sheepishly, "she's really pretty."

Liv couldn't help the bubble of laughter that burst from her at the sight of Finn tilting his head back and forth like a bird. It didn't matter what was going on around them and around town -- he always had a story. She kept in step with him, lightly jabbing Finn with her elbow after the little shove. "I love it when I'm right, but it doesn't surprise me that she enjoyed being picked up by the cute bartender. I feel like that's definitely a fantasy for some -- thank T-Pain for that," Liv said. She wheeled around, blocking Finn's walking path, hands on her hips when he trailed off. "Don't play coy with me, Caoimhín. I asked for a story not a mystery. Who is she? Not Lily, right?" Lily being another one of their former coworkers that Liv didn't like. "Does she still work at The Dollar or did she finally decide to go suck the energy out of another bar?"

#interactions #i: liv #liv.002

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The Irishman grinned over at her as he continued to dance, then he moved towards her still bouncing to the beat. "I told you," Caoimhín said in a breath, as he continued his dancing without care. "I've got moves you wouldn't believe," he threw her a wink, then grabbed her hands into his own and pulled her into the middle of the dance floor with him, twirling her around. "How's this for leading man?" He called to her over the music, using his strength to throw them both around the dance floor. If she wanted a leading man, then he was ready to fake it. That smile was worth it.

The brunette wasn't sure entirely what was going on because this had come out of left field for her. Part of her couldn't help but think that he was teasing but she was curious enough to see it through. Ultimately, she wasn't going to give more than she was given so she always allowed him to lead first in order to see how far he would take things. As they ventured closer to the middle of the dance floor, she was surprised that he didn't laugh and tell her that he was kidding despite his comment about not being a leading man. "You know what they say, you should fake it until you make it." She winked at him and placed her hands upon her hips, watching as he began to dance. It made her smile because he didn't care what people were thinking and it also gave her the confidence to let her guard down and move to the sound of the music. "I didn't know you had all of these moves Finn. You've been holding out on me."

#interactions #i: halide #halide.001 #i made a whole ass gif for this

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sometimes I think I must deserve it. or else I don’t know why it would happen. why’d you never say any of this to me before? the whole time we were together, why did you never tell me any of this? I don’t know. I suppose I didn’t want you to think… I was damaged, or something. I was probably afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore

NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) | EPISODE 8

#visage #my hc fc for Emma cus feels

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#visage

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It wasn't the Irishman's either, but he also never turned down an opportunity to booze. "What do you think? Bit mental...we don't have these back home," Caoimhín shared with a chuckle, ears red as he glanced around at the dancers. It definitely took some adjusting. He shrugged, the drunken grin lighting up his face. "Hard not to have a good time when you've a whiskey in your hand," he said, shaking the glass to further his point. "Come on, what can I get ya'?"

TJ smiled and clapped Finn on the shoulder as well, "Pretty good, pretty good. This isn't my usual joint but I got talked into it for the night." He laughed taking a drink from his beer before looking around, "You having a good time, I see." He nodded to the other's drink and smirked, "I might have to get myself something stronger to keep up with you."

#interactions #i: tj #tj.001 #i googled and dublin does have strip clubs but they're notoriously bad soooo maybe finn means it loosely like rattlesnakes is so much bette

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It was called the gift of the gab or shite talker from where he came from. He had never been good at it, but he had been young and nervous back home. In Whiskey Flats his Irish lilt and joking charmed people, so he didn't have to try hard. Over time, that confidence grew with the job, and now people admired his way with customers. How he could turn their day around in an instant. That newfound confidence was also in handy with women, as he had a natural ability in talking to them. Often it wasn't with any intent but to be friendly and kind, but clearly, that wasn't a common trait in men. Despite all of that, Caoimhín never for a moment considered a woman like Halide looking at him twice. But, here she was walking out to meet him for a dance and he could feel his hands clamming up and his lip nervously twitching, causing him to bite down on it. "I'm not sure if I'm leading man material," he whispered closely to her ear so she could hear over the music, laughing as he pulled away again. They were now in the middle of the floor, people surrounding them, and Caoimhín squeezed the hand he had been holding, then let it go to start dancing to the fast-paced music. He had no moves. None when it came to dancing.

The brunette knew he was a smooth talker but she was often the one watching him do it as they worked, speaking to people that wanted drinks from him. The surprise was that she still didn't expect the ease of compliments and the flush of her cheeks with every single one of them. "I wouldn't be in the best position to answer that so you tell me." She was just fishing to see how far he would go before he would pull back and retreat from his attempts. Surprisingly, he was keeping track of time enough to remind her that she was off. After a quick check with the other bartender to ensure that they were good, she removed the rag from her shoulder and walked out from behind the bar and towards him. "Lead the way." She told him when she stopped in front of him.

#interactions #i: halide #halide.001 #i only have 2 dancing gifs so forgive me! but he is geek vibes when he dances anyways

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The image of Liv with little baby ducks made Caoimhín smile with joy, the cuteness was too much. Now he was going to have to research ducks and how to take care of them, so he could their favorite uncle.

Caoimhín considered the question for a moment, then shook his head from one side to the other, as if to say it was a bit of both. "I mean, I picked her up in the colloquial sense, but she also liked being picked up and thrown around in the sack of flour sense too," he admitted with laughter and a cheeky grin. He narrowed his gaze and lightly shoved her, "Yes, she was." He began to walk again, holding his arm out for her to link. "I have a type, okay, but she's not the prettiest brunette at the bar..." He purposely trailed off to heighten her curiosity. If she wanted to know more, then she would have to ask for it.

"Never. Me and my ducks are going to talk all over town and be the talk of the town simultaneously," Liv laughed. She still had to pick out the ones she wanted, but it was just the prospect of having a little waddling of ducks around that felt like a quirky fever dream.

As Finn's eyes cracked open, mid-fan, Liv leaned back on her heels and squinted up at him in anticipation. Finn's stories always felt more entertaining than her stories; truthfully, Liv always enjoyed other people's stories more than her own. At the mention of a girl he picked up, she shook her head. "When you say 'picked up' do you mean that colloquially or did you actually have to pick her up like a sack of flour?" When it came to the Silver Dollar anything was possible and girls were always trying to treat the bar top as a stage. "Was she a pretty brunette?" Liv teased; Finn told her his type one time and she always made sure to remind him that she knew to this day.

#interactions #i: liv #liv.002

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creds to itsmichelax on ig

#visage

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The beauty of Whiskey Flats was there was always a friendly face around every corner. Caoimhín adored that. For most of his life, he had felt alone, and at times he still did in a way. The loss of Emma still felt every day, a part of him he would never get back. That's why he clung to every smile and kind gesture, as it helped to fill that void.

Even the seemingly tough guys like Rhett could lend ya' a friendly greeting, which Caoimhín gladly returned, smiling back. "Hi, man. Just getting off," he muttered, sliding into the seat next to him. Liv was like a sister to Caoimhín, so he had a fondness for the man across from him. He had lit up those beautiful eyes and he was so happy for them both. "Jesus, I'm starved," he said, licking his lips as the smell of Rhett's food hit him. The long shifts always worked up an appetite, and as if on cue, his belly rumbled. "Sorry, she's a mind of her own," he joked, rubbing his belly with a chuckle. "How you doin' anyway?"

starter for @caoimhinnn at abuelo's —

When it came to Mexican food, Rhett was well aware of authentic versus not. The food was the one fond memory he had of his mother, and all the other shit that she taught him that he disregarded because she was an endlessly flawed woman... but the food was kept. Which was how he found himself eating a rare lunch at Abuelo's, waiting on some investors for the non-profit. He was getting more and more pressure from the city to open up his non-profit further and expand it, but it wasn't ready. At the sound of a familiar voice, he noticed the bartender from the bar next door and waved. "Hey, getting off a shift or going into one?" Rhett asked and waved for him to take a seat if he wanted.

#interactions #i: rhett #rhett.001 #hes a hungry fella apologies

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"Shut up!" Caoimhín exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. It was nice to have a day off, which was rare these days now that he was the main bartender. Not quite the manager, but basically that. They just didn't want to give him the pay of a manager.

He must have been pink if Liv had resorted to fanning him. You could take the boy out of Ireland, but the lack of melanin was ever-present. "Cheers," he mumbled, closing his eyes to bask in the cool breeze she was providing. Caoimhín peeped an eye open at the familiar nickname and tone, he knew what was coming. "Well, since you're being so kind as to fan me," he lifted a hand to the pamphlet she was fanning his way. "So you want a Finnegan shenanigan, huh?" He narrowed his eyes at her and pondered what to say for a moment. "Did I tell you about the girl I picked up at the bar the other night?" He started, knowing full well he hadn't told her anything and she would be jumping to hear more.

starter for @caoimhinnn at the Farmer's Market —

"Did I tell you Rhett and I are probably getting ducks?" Liv asked. She looked over at Finn with a grin. The two of them rarely got to spend time together in broad daylight due to their jobs so this afternoon was a treat. Sometimes, despite the pride Liv had for her work and how far she came, she missed the bar. She missed chatting with her friends while she worked and the relative ease in comparison to the ER. While bars were rarely quiet, the stakes weren't quite as high.

She used a leather cleaning instruction brochure, one that she snatched from a stall selling handmade purses, to fan some air in Finn's direction. While it wasn't that hot (yet), the sun was beaming directly down on them and she wanted his attention. "So, lovely Finnegan," Liv said, still grinning at the use of one of his many nicknames, "I need updates. What have you been getting up to outside of work? Bar stories are not shenanigans."

#interactions #i: liv #liv.002

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No action. The words hit hard and Caoimhín let them repeat in his head, a smirk slipping onto his lips at the thoughts he had to prove it to her - the action she was so curious about. The beat of his heart naturally quicked at the feel of her hand on his chest, cheeks red once again, flush from the interaction. She was magnetic and his light blues were completely fixated on her. "Mhm," he hummed in response before he took another sip of beer, eyes never leaving her gaze as he did. "Is it possible to be of sound mind in the presence of a woman like you?" Caoimhín quipped with a playful wink. He finished up his beer and then stood, a quick glance at the clock. "Come on, your shifts over. You owe me a dance." He held a hand out to her and smiled, a slight shyness to him that hadn't been there before.

She leaned against the back of the bar and watched him intently before she answered because she was still trying to figure out if he was full of shit or serious about his question. "Of course. You've got me interested now but you've been all talk and no action since you brought it up." Maybe she was playing with fire and would end up regretting it but now she was too curious to stop. By the time she made her way back to the bar opposite him, she couldn't help but let out a laugh when he took her hand to drape it across his chest. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the pounding of his heart. Letting her hand drop, she felt the heat radiate through her when he mentioned tasting. "Is that right?" She swallowed hard and reached for a sip of her drink while watching him. "Are you sure you're of sound mind right now?" But more importantly, she wanted to know if he was serious.

#interactions #i: halide #halide.001 #drink tw

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rattlesnakes ⇾ ft. @tjsnyder

What was a night out with the lads if you didn't hit up the local strip joint, right? That's why Caoimhín found himself whiskey in hand walking through the crowds as he made his way back to his friends from the bathroom. "Brother! Fancy seeing you here. How you doing?" He asked excitedly as he threw an arm around TJ's shoulder.

#interactions #i: tj #tj.001

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Paul Mescal photographed by Fionn o’ Shea

#visage #body image tw #i know its on his charrie page BUT i need it on the dash #so

[caoimhinnn]

𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔

blushes. a cluttered desk of dusty books and ramblings of ideas on notes. a gym bag on the floor with old worn-out trainers. food on the window sill for a neighborhood stray. a mixture of the smell of cologne and freshly cleaned laundry that sits perched on the unused desk chair. a sense of chaos mixed with familiarity and comfort. records in shelving above the bed. loose fitted tees and woolen jumpers. indie boy with a boyish grin. curly hair and piercing blue eyes. patchwork tattoos and hoop earring. bad boy front. hugs like a teddy bear. keyboard under the bed that collects dust next to college books that bring haunted memories. locked away. beer. friends. big shoulders and long arms. warmth.

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤

Full Name: Caoimhín Páircéir 

Nicknames: Finn

Age & Birthday: 29 years; Nov 26, 1994

Occupation: Head bartender at The Silver Dollar

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: He/him; cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in Salt Flats: Dublin, Ireland & been in Whiskey Flats 8 years

Neighborhood: Outpost

Family: An older brother, two younger brothers, and two younger sisters

Accent: Soft Irish - used to be thicker. Stronger after a drink and quickens the drunker he becomes.

TASKS | CONNECTIONS | PLAYLIST

Triggers: Drugs, Alcohol, Death, Cancer, Bullying, Child Neglect/Abuse

𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪

Caoimhín “Finn” grew up in the roughest suburb of Dublin. A street rat, as Disney so politely put it in Aladdin.

School and his Granny's house were the only places where Finn felt safe. He practically ran to school in the mornings ahead of his siblings, then ran to his Granny's for dinner. She died when he was still young, ten. That broke him.

After that pain, he was off to the big boy's school. Finn was nerdy by nature and smaller in size, so he was often picked on by older students. That was until his older brother Eoin stepped in. He forced Finn to take boxing classes with him after school, and with his Granny now dead, Finn had nothing better to do.

Soon he grew and filled out. That led to the attention of the GAA coaches at the school who pulled him into the sport of Gaelic Football. Finn fell in love and after time, he was soon one of the lads. Smart and popular. The physicality of the game gave him an outlet for his anger, and winning was the most euphoric feeling he had yet to know. It was the cure he had been looking for and the anxious bullied kid who held his Granny as he cried was gone. A confident young man standing in his place.

The Páircéir's home lives never improved. Each new child brought about more financial burden and stress for Finn's mother. That led to relationships with different men, which was hard for the young man to watch. Eoin (older brother) was most vocal about the strange dynamics of their home, but there was nothing that the kids could do. Things worsened when his mother met Jack, the local dealer. Drugs entered the home. Seedy characters. Finn hid in the corner of his bed and read books to escape it all. Every day he found a new book in the library, desperate to leave the house he was supposed to call home.

Determined to escape even further than the world of imagination, the young man continued to work hard in school and was rewarded. In his final year, he was offered a full scholarship to study at one of the best colleges in the US. A fresh start where he could define who he truly was.

Finn struggled at first, shy and unsure of himself. Until a kind stranger took pity on him and took him under her wing. She showed him around and introduced him to all her friends, a particular friend catching his eye, Emma.

It wasn't long before Finn was confessing his love to her (Emma). He had never been in love before and he was overcome with joy. They spent all their time together. Switched up some classes to be together. Stayed in the small beds in each other's rooms, despite the protests of their fellow roommates. She even brought him home to stay during summers, to Whiskey Flats, and he fell in love with the family and town that made her who she was - the love of his life.

It was magical. They were together for two years and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Those brown eyes were what he fell asleep thinking about and woke up searching for.

Sadness. That's what he felt in 2014 and 2015. An overwhelming and painful sadness like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. All the beatings by the bullies from his childhood, the punches to the temple from his brother when learning to box, the loss of his Granny...none of it came close. Emma had cancer.

During the first few months, the young couple remained hopeful. She was too young to die, right? Wrong. It was terminal. They only had a short time left together.

Finn dropped out of college to be with her. He stayed with her all day and every night, holding her as they both cried. They had good days too. When she had the energy, they would go outside together. He would bring her favourite snacks and they would lay together and talk or if she was tired, then he would read to her. Anything to create as many memories as they could. Anything to make her smile until that dreaded day came, which it eventually did.

Finn was inconsolable. Friends tried but he pushed everyone away and cried by her graveside until that became too painful and he searched for solace at the bottom of a bottle.

Another kind stranger entered his life when he needed one the most. Someone who didn't know his pain. Someone who didn't look at him with those eyes...someone who offered him a job and a way to stay in Whiskey Flats. Someone who helped him stay near her.

Eight years have passed since then and Finn still thinks about Emma every day. Any ambitions he had when he came to the US were long gone. Now he tends a local bar to earn money and pass time. The antics of the drunks keep him busy and active. Everyone thinks he is the blushing friendly Irish guy always there to lend an ear, but he is just thankful for the company to stop the freight train of anxiety and trauma from hitting him full speed.

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

2004: granny dies 2005: learns to box 2012: moves to US for college & meets emma 2014: emma gets cancer & finn drops out of college mid-2015 emma dies 2015 - present: working at the silver dollar as a barman

#bio: caoimhin #drugs tw #death tw #cancer tw #alcohol tw