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georgemackayhey · 4 years

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Hotter Than Summer

a/n: Remember when I promised more NSFW stuff? Yeah so this is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written. Do Not interact with this is you're underaged. But if you're legal, have fun! 18+ only

w/c: 8k

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Every year, you went on a trip with your family.

Your parents and siblings would cram into one car, and meet up with your neighbors in the countryside, under the same roof. A cabin that over looked a lake, that housed a forest, that wrapped all the way around to where you were.

You'd go in the dead of summer, when school let out. When the mosquitoes were rampant and the heat was crippling. You couldn't ever figure out what was so enjoyable about heading into the middle of no place to melt inside a rented home for a few weeks, but you went back each year. Of course, swimming in the lake was a blast and campefires at midnight were such fun. But that was mostly due to the fact that you got to spend such quality time with your favorite old neighbours.

Your fathers best university pal, and his wife only moved across the street when you were well into your high school career. But your dad was chuffed still to have his oldest friend one hop skip and jump away. Your mom was just as fond of the family, and soon you were sharing dinners and going to festivals and movies with them and their son, George.

When you met, you ignorantly assumed there was no way he wasn't a jock, or something equally as brain dead. No one with a face that pretty could possibly be smarter than a blade of grass.

But it wasn't long after they moved in, untill his parents asked you to show him around the school. And even though he was older and so vastly different from you, one morning, you found out George wasn't at all how you'd imagined. As you took him through the school halls, he went on and on about the theater program and marveled over your decently sized and poorly decorated library. He even thanked you for wasting your free break guiding him round to help him make sense of the schedule in his hands.

And after then, you had it bad. So that was precisely the reason you decided to steer clear. You gave small waves in the halls, and pretended not to scream internally when he sat next to you at lunch, every now and again. You went about your day pretending you were much more preoccupied with your other friends, and saved all your hopelessly romantic daydreams about George for your diary.

Until summer, of course. When you showed up to the cabin with your family and your siblings and some of their friends. George would be there, and you let yourself trail behind him like a puppy then. But he always asked for your company, really. He always dragged you to go swimming or to walk three miles to the nearest convenient shop for snacks. He'd sit next to you during rainy afternoon movie marathons and entertain all of your fireside ramblings.

But it had been three years since you'd spent a summer in the cabin. Your last time was the summer after you graduated. George's last time was two years prior, and nothing had quite been the same since.

///

You knew he wouldn't be there, this year. You should have been off, just as well, drinking till dawn or whatever else college kids wasted evenings doing.

His parents were there, though, and spent at least a minute each hugging you hello. After then, you trekked through the familiar home, up to the room you always claimed as your own, and you pretended not to feel dramatically sad. And for the next week, you sat around the fireside with your siblings, and laughed at their dumb jokes. You swam in the lake all alone. And you listened to George's parents yammer on about how proud they were of all his latest and most admirable achievements.

The last day of your visit, you sat alone in the sun room with a book, but only used it as a fan while you reminisced of all the times you'd sat doing the same before.

"I don't know why we come here when it's this hot." You sighed across the table full of left over breakfast food. Your family had migrated toward the back garden to play volleyball, but you couldn't be bothered trudging through the heat.

"I've always wanted to come in the autumn, watch the leaves change, make better use of all this firewood." You never did, because that's when school started and holidays were left to plan in for insufferable days like now.

George's mother was setting a pitcher of spiked punch on the table, something she made every year you'd been old enough to enjoy in her company.

"You know, it's so funny you say that." She grinned, shooting you a bright glance as she moved to pour you a drink.

"Our Geogre will be home this fall and he was asking about heading up to the cabin." She began. You used your book fan with a little more vigour.

"We, unfortunately, won't be able to make that happen of course, with his father's job and my plans of travelling before snowfall." She rambled, the ice in her drink clinking as she raised it to her lips. Your family's laughter rang muffled from beyond the glass wall of windows that made up the breakfast nook. And the heat, like a blanket over you. Like a pool you stayed trapped drowning in.

"You know- you kids should come here on your own! You're plenty old enough now to handle that responsibility and you always were such good friends. I bet Georgie would just love that." His mother's smile was audible in her tone and beaming from her face. You tried not to gawk at her, not to scrabble to sit straight. You casually lowered your leg from the arm of the chair and looked to the woman with a turn of your head.

"Oh I don't know, do ya think-"

"Yes, yes!" She interrupted with a furrowed brow like this was very serious. "I'm meant to call him later. I'll pass the idea along for you, love."

With a soft grin, her mind was made up. You shrugged, hoping it would make her believe you wouldn't be let down either way. But you'd never wanted anything more.

///

She got through to George, and apparently, according to his mother, he very excitedly accepted the plans. You weren't too sure that was entirely true, but you couldn't help but do a little happy dance behind the closed doors of your cabin bedroom. It was always as you left it, green quilt, matching rug, and the few framed albums you hung to make up for the bland wallpaper.

You left it, thrilled by the thought of returning in two months, and stayed glued to your phone till then. Geogre was meant to text you when the time crept nearer for your roughly made plans to become a little more organized.

You weren't sure what you were so excited for. He'd probably bring a girl, or a least mention one. There was no way he didn't have his pick of dozens vying for his attention. Still, the idea of spending a weekend in the cabin in such close quarters with your old crush was thrilling.

///

He texted you a month before you ended up planning to stay, and your exchange was jarringly short. George shot you a date and time. You agreed. Then he asked if you minded if a couple of his friends tagged along. And of course, you didn't. And that was that.

The summer dragged on, and at the first sign of autumn in the air you practically had all your bags packed.

When the time came, you gave your family quick goodbyes and arrived to the cabin a couple of hours early. The air was crisp, and the lake looked cold from your safe distance away. You breezed through the thin fog and smiled to yourself when you stepped into the place.

Everything was just how you'd left it. There were even still a few notes tapped to the refrigerator. You moved through the wooden structure and noticed how high the ceilings were for the first time in a while. And after washing a few sheets, and sorting out some of the food you'd brought for dinner, your solitude was interrupted.

There was a rattle at the door, and when it opened your heart stopped. He was here. George was all grown up. You hadn't seen him since the last time he came out here with the lot of you, the summer after he graduated. Years had passed, and now his hair was a little longer. He was a little leaner, a little taller, maybe. His nose was reddened by the cold but his smile was familiar. You tried not to gape at him and the way he seemed like an actual supermodel while he rested his bag by the door and looked to you, his grin growing wider.

"Hello, stranger." You smiled.

"Y/n!" He called with outstretched arms. You abandoned your place at the stove to accept his embrace and prayed he wouldn't be able to feel your quickened heartbeat.

"George." You beamed. Because he was your friend. At least, he had been once. His smile remained as he wrapped a strong arm around your middle and mumbled a hello right in your ear.

"Where are all your friends, then?" You cleared your throat, trying everything to keep your cool. Did he really have to speak so low in your ear? This weekend might prove to be incredibly awkward...

"Ah, yeah, one cancelled and the other might just as well. He said he'd keep me updated." George winced, running a hand across the back of his neck. "Hope you don't mind boring old me?"

"Of course not." You produced a chuckle. "I'm just making dinner."

And just like that, it felt like old times. George took over the kitchen for a bit, while you bickered over spices and seasonings. And in between stirring up an evening meal, George tucked his bags away in the room he'd always stayed in, and came back to help you set the table.

Conversation never lost its steady pace. George asked you about your budding life after highschool. He asked what you were doing for money and what you dreamed of doing for good. He laughed at some of your best stories and started to trade some of his own.

You'd always felt a bit intimidated by George, but worse now than ever before. He was musing about Hollywood and rambling about his life on movie sets. You nodded along, and watched George's pretty structured face light up as he spoke of his dreams and how some of them had come true.

When you'd finished dinner, your nerves really started up. Here the two of you were, all alone for the first time, maybe ever. There was always someone else near by in your knowing each other. Whether it be here, back home, or at school. You weren't sure how to handle all the empty space, so to occupy your time, you started a fire in the den. It was a cozy little room where everyone usually spent movie nights curled up on the small sofa. You liked to come here to read, when the sun shone brightly through the picture windows.

But it was dark now, and the fire was small. So you stuck nearby to help make it grow and wondered why you and Geogre were here. You wondered if his friend would ever show. You wondered if he'd ever really invited anyone at all.

"I brought beer, but there was some rum stashed away," George spoke himself into the room, holding a bottle and a glass in hand. He held each out to you, offering you take your pick. You picked the rum and thanked him for thinking you might've wanted a choice.

"I think I know you pretty well after all this time." George grinned, sitting on the floor in front of the fire. You were stood there, watching the flames flicker higher, and it took an internal debate for you to sit at his side. Were you making things weird or had they been weird on their own? Just moments ago you were mulling over how normal everything felt. Yeah, must'a just been you.

"I dunno," You huffed as you crossed your legs. "I've changed a lot since the days we used to tolerate each others company."

"Tolerate?" George chuckled. "We both know half our stays in this cabin were made most enjoyable by all the times we band together. We always had such fun."

"We did. Do you think we're too old now to have fun, this time around?" You asked, taking a sip of the rum he offered you. George stalled for a beat, like he was really considering the answer to your question. And then he looked at you and shook his head.

"I hope not." His lithe grin made your throat go dry. So you finished off your rum and stood for a refill. When you settled back in the den, George was halfway through his beer, and you got to talking about life again. He told you the scariest stories of his time away, and you reminisced about some of the traumas of life you and Geogre had been caught up in together when he was only one house away. George went for another beer, and you stayed watching the fire steadily burn.

He returned in silence and the quiet lingered for a long while, with both of you fixated not the flames.

"Remember when you said you'd let me stow away in your luggage when you left, so I could skip out on my physics finale?" You laughed into your drink. You felt George's eyes turn to search for your own, but you were still too deep in thought. "I failed that quiz, George. You were supposed to be my way out of this town."

"Hmm." George took a swig of his beer as you finished your second glass of rum. "Maybe that's why I've come back."

"That's rich." You chuckled and pointed a look to George. You couldn't hold back your nervous breaths of laughter now. Because he was watching you. His sea blue eyes seemed to search your face. You never recalled a time he looked at you with such undivided attention.

"What's so funny?" George rose a pale brow, taking another sip of beer. And as the answer formed on your lips, you blamed the rum entirely for your lack of critical thinking.

"I used to have the biggest crush on you." You admitted, turning a glance to George. His gaze had yet to break from your face, but you swore his smile grew ever so slightly. He furrowed his brow and shot you a sidelong look, like he didn't believe what you were saying.

"I did!" You laughed, the voice in your head reprimanding you for being so bold, as the words kept pouring out of your mouth. "You were my older, smoking hot neighbour boy. It was all very cliche but true." You shrugged. A blush burnt your cheeks and your mind suddenly caught up with your actions and you'd started to regret everything that had just transpired.

You mumbled a weary curse as you ducked your head away, hoping George wouldn't go on embarrassing you too much about this. You really hadn't planned to out yourself on the first night of your staying here with him. You hadn't planned to ever tell him that.

But George wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at you, like he had been. Like he was trying to figure you out. His eyes travelled from your face to search the reset of you. You watched George's gaze roam across your build while you tried not to combust in a self conscious worry. But the strange tension was too much not to break.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" You feared, hiding your bashful grin by lifting the nearly empty glass of rum to your lips.

"Because you're beautiful." George grinned, laughing a little like this was some big obvious fact.

"You're just tipsy." You shook your head, pointing to his empty bottle of beer and its half full replacement.

"No, you're just beautiful. You always have been." His tone grew more serious. You dared to catch his eye. The flames from a foot away were reflected in his gaze, and something else too. His eyes flicked away from yours to land on your lips. And his parted ever so slightly. If you hadn't dared to glimpse at his mouth, you wouldn't have noticed the way his jaw slacked.

His eye caught yours again and you realized he was moving closer. George was leaning in and your heart was beating a mile a minute and the fire seemed hotter than the dozen summers you'd wasted away here before.

His lips brushed yours before anything, and neither of you moved for a moment. His warm breath ghosted across your face and all your dreams seemed to suddenly come true as his mouth closed against yours.

Slowly, your lips started moving together. But they moved in perfect time, like they were made for it and waiting for this day to come true. George kissed you with a little more intent, as you kissed him back like you'd never get the chance to again. Because you had never once believed anything like this would happen with George. Maybe he was just tipsy. Or lonely. Or bored. You didn't care. You started to believe he had at least a little bit of actual interest in you, with the way he leaned closer and pressed his grip into your side. His tongue brushed against yours as his fingers started creeping closer to your chest. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating like a drum, and if his hand would ever reach its destination. You kissed him hard as encouragement, and he let out the sweetest whimper that would have made your eyes roll if they were open.

And then there was a knock at the door.

"Shit." You let out another nervous laugh, pulling away and catching your breath. You thought George's friends had all cancelled.

"I'm- I'm sorry." George shook his head, swiping hand at his lips and furrowing a brow at another knock on the door.

"Don't be?" You searched George's eyes for a moment and hoped he knew what you were asking. You hoped he watched as you hurried away. Had that really just happened? Had you just been bold enough to do the thing you'd wished of doing since sometime in high school? Was all the gentle passion in his kissing you back fueled by the drinks? Or had he really meant it?

The knocking kept on as you drifted closer. Geeze, for someone who wasn't sure about coming, they sure seemed excited to be here in the middle of the night. You adjusted yourself on the way to unlock the door, and tried not to blanch when you saw who was on the other side.

"Hi kids!" George's mother beamed, a bag in her arms. "My trip got cancelled and your folks weren't busy so we figured we'd come surprise you!"

The group of parents shuffled through the door. Your father toted a bottle of whiskey and your mother held a stack of films in her grasp. They each hugged you, and you scrambled to steady your tone.

"What a treat." You laughed through your teeth. The change in the pace of your evening could have given you whiplash.

"Oh, it's just like old times!" George's mother squealed, finding her son shuffling toward the kitchen to find what all the commotion was about.

"I suppose so." He grinned, accepting his mothers embrace and nodding as she explained that his father was too busy with work to crash the party. With all the tender sweetness you'd fallen for over the years, George said he understood but greeted his mother with kindness all the while. And as your parents rushed to pass hugs his way, George caught your eye. You wanted nothing more than to ask about the question in his gaze. But you feared your weekend with George wouldn't be as you'd once dreamed, like always.

///

You were glad to sit around the dying fire with your family. His mother's laugh was music to your ears. Your father's jokes had George doubled over with laughter. Your mother mused over and over about how glad she was for this surprise getaway.

And you couldn't be too upset, because you relished every moment you got to spend like this. Usually, this cabin was an escape, a place you could come without a care in the world. But now, there was a nagging little worry tumbling around your head, as everyone sat dragging the night on. Loose plans for the next day were made, talk of enjoying nature and making use of the big kitchen. You said something about sleeping in, because that was a rare occasion in your life these days. And here was a place where your wishes were supposed to be granted.

Your mother was the first to head to bed. The other adults decided to as well, but not before recruiting George to help clean up the kitchen neither of you had been very worried about taking total care of earlier in the evening.

You trudged up the stairs and took your turn in the shower, after wishing your mother a lovely night's sleep. She kept walking to the end of the hall, where she and your father enjoyed the best view just overtop of the forest of trees all around you.

While you washed up for the evening, your mind raced in every direction. What had just happened? And what was going to happen now? You'd been through all sorts of unexpected events with George, growing up. But never anything remotely close to... whatever this was. So far, this wasn't at all how you'd envisioned your long-awaited autumn visit in the countryside.

George's mother was soon making her way to bed too. She passed by as you opened the bathroom door and paused to give you a kiss on the cheek. You wished her goodnight and started your creep toward your own room. Before you could get there, George was walking with your father up the stairs, sharing chatter about a sports game from last year.

"Alright well, I'm off to clean up before bed." Your father noted, ruffling your hair on his way past. "Unless you need in here, George." Your father spun and pointed. There was another half bath downstairs, but the one on the second floor was the only one completed with a big shower and a separate tub.

"Ah, just holler when you're finished and I'll have a turn." George nodded as your father spun back toward the loo wishing you goodnight. You caught George's eye as you started back to your room, and prayed the creaking of the floorboard behind you were his footsteps and not just another one of your daydreams.

Sure, and strangely enough, a set of fingers curled around your wrist before you passed through your doorway.

"I believe we have some unfinished business." His voice muttered over your shoulder. Holy shit. How was this happening?

You didn't have time to waste questioning any longer. You only pulled George into the room you'd come to call your own, and shut the door with a gentle click that wouldn't cause any unwanted attention. No sooner than you had, George was on you.

His lips captured yours in a flash, like you'd been lost at sea and were only just being reunited. You threw your arms around his neck and barely held back a shocked giggle when George pulled you flush against him. You could have spent forever this way, in George's strong embrace, sharing the same breath.

He kissed you dizzy and spun you toward the wall. His hands found your chest at long last and he sighed against your mouth as you pulled him closer best you could. His hips pressed into yours and his hand trailed down your front, till his fingers stalled at the button of your sleep shorts.

"Can I?" He asked in a husky breath, looking right at you. You raised a brow, and gave him a nod, only just attempting to catch your breath. You could hardly believe it. But you'd never been more sure. George kept an eye on you for a beat, as you pressed your teeth to your lower lip. And when his hand started to move, you couldn't help but smile.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've always wanted to do this?" George asked, breathing in your ear as his hand disappeared below the fabric of your shorts. "For how long I've dreamed of having my way with you?" A shiver shot through you as he nipped at your neck. It was all very overwhelming. His word. His lips. His fingers, steadily starting to trace all the right places.

"Holy shit, George." You whined, gripping his shoulder for support from melting into a puddle on the floor.

"What? Am I doing alright?" He asked in a snide way, keeping his mouth pressed below your ear, and pressing his fingers against you with more vigour. Your breath caught at the feeling and George hummed happily against your throat. His fingers travelled further, deeper, till there was no place left for them to go. And when he set his digits into motion, you couldn't help but let out a noise, a small broken cry that tore George's focus from your neck right to you. His fingers stopped moving and his free hand reached your jaw. He held your face in his grasp and seemed to stall a question on his lips. Then with a breath, George asked,

"You're not gonna keep quiet are you?" At the same moment he'd decided your reaction, his fingers started moving again, and his hand that held your jaw moved to cover your mouth.

"Still try, darling, this cabin isn't very big you know?" George grinned, putting his fingers to good use. Your eyes rolled back, and tried as you might, another cry escaped your throat when George picked up his pace. His one hand stayed firm over your mouth as he worked you up and whispered sinful encouragement in your ear. When you could barely feel the floor under your feet, a noise came from the hall. A knock on a distant door.

You groaned as George stalled, and chuckled at your disappointment. His free hand slid down to your throat and his fingers gently curled around there as his eyes watched yours. From behind your door and down the way you heard your father.

"George! Showers free. And don't forget to see your alarm. We're still hiking at dawn!"

You could have cried, really, when you realized your night of fun was halted till further notice. George slipped his fingers from your shorts as you sucked in a breath and let it out like a sigh.

"Don't worry love," George cooed. "I plan on taking good care of you... eventually." The fingers he'd been using found their way to your mouth. You watched his pretty blue eyes flutter as you wrapped your lips and swirled your tongue around his knuckles. You swore he almost reconsidered his leave. But then George straightened and backed away with a clenched jaw and a smile on his lips.

"Get some rest. We're hiking in the morning!" He announced with a wink as he reached for the handle of your door.

"Oh, fuck you." You grinned, feeling empty and full of fire all at once.

"With any luck." George said, before shutting the door behind him.

///

"It's too high!" You worried, searching for a broad rock to step down onto. You and your family had found yourselves at the top of the trail that wound through the forest. But had decided to take a different route back down, around the lake.

"Here look, step there." George spoke up, from the bottom of the path that was broken up. He pointed to a patch of dirt you envisioned crumbling the moment you relied on it. Your mother tutted, and moved past you to take George's advice. Your lovely neighbour extended his hand to your mother who managed her way to safety with his help. Your father followed, helping George's mother, until you were the last one left.

They all stared up at you as you bit your nails and mulled over your game plan.

"Right- we're walkin' on. Get her off, George." Your father waved and turned to follow your mother and George's, who were already ahead gossiping about some tv show. You struggled to hide your blush as Geogre shifted his weight and grinned up to you.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Obviously." You pointed. George reached out, and you held your breath, and stepped where everyone else had. George's hand was strong, but your prediction came true. As you balanced your weight on the patch of dirt, it began to give way. But George was there. He swept you away with ease and balanced you on both feet on the same level of ground as him.

"Did you just want me to save you all along?" George mused, keeping his arms snug around you as you stood.

"Come on." You bit back a smile and pushed George to lead the way, noticing your folks posed for a self at the opening of a man-made bridge.

You all walked on, till you spotted a weather-worn gazebo near the opening of the lake. The sun was unusually bright for the seasons, though a chill balanced in the air. Your gang stalled to rest in the small enclosure and laughed about the adventure you'd been on, and how none of you had ever realized this little nook was out here in all the years you'd been staying right around the bend.

George's mother was the first to head in, saying something about a midday nap. You didn't blame her. You all really had risen with the sun to enjoy the trails before a late lunch. Your mother was next to leave, mentioning just that. Her plans to make a big ridiculous afternoon meal that would likely count as some kind of dinner, too. Your father followed after her, paranoid about the trek from out of the woods alone.

George stayed and shot you a look as you watched everyone walk away, and turn around the lake. And for a moment, you just talked. Like how you always used too. About life and death and everything in between. All while each pause between topics grew long and heavy. Soon, you rose from the bench, tired of sitting, but excited to find yourself lingering out here in the sole company of the man you'd been dreaming of keeping all to yourself.

"Do you prefer it here in the summer, or now?" You wondered aloud, because you really wanted to know. The area you'd come to know so well seemed like a different world in the cold.

George followed your ambling, back down the skinny trail from where you'd just come. He waited to respond until he stepped to face you and stalled your meander.

"Now." George smiled, searching your eyes and pushing his nose against yours. The action made your heart flutter and your fists curl in the pockets of your jacket. Then he kissed you so tenderly, like you'd kissed thousands of times before and he was used to the sensation. You, however, were still dazzled by it. Your hands flew up and clung to the jacket he'd left unzipped. You kissed him back like this was your last chance to prove how badly you'd always wanted too. At your fervour, George snaked his arms around you. One of his hands tangled in your hair as his other trailed to your backside.

You had no excuse to hold back your pleased sighs, as George pressed against you, digging his fingers into your thigh and pulling it nearer to his hip. Your own hands started to wander, right between his legs. George let out a groan as you pressed your palm against his tight jeans, and you thought of doing it again just to hear his reaction. But you had something better in mind.

You broke your kiss and grabbed both of George's hands. He watched as you dragged him a little deeper into the green, and fell against a wide tree when you pushed his toward it.

When you started to fiddle with his belt buckle and bend your knees, George flushed and gapped at you.

"Here?" He asked with a nervous grin, looking much more innocent and shy than he'd appeared last night. Maybe ever.

"Would you rather trade bakewell recipes, George?" You asked with a snicker, sitting back against your heels and peering up to him. "We really don't have to, though." You spoke again with a serious nod, making sure he knew you really didn't want to do anything he didn't want to. But damn, you really wanted this.

"I'd really like if we did." George swallowed, and your grin stretched back to life. "I was just surprised is all."

"Why? Don't you think I'd like to show you as good a time as you started to show me last night?" You unzipped his trousers and kept your gaze fixed to George.

"I promise to make it up to you." He breathed as you started to pull at his boxers.

"You already are." You assured, just before the time for talk had ceased. Your mouth had better things to do.

When George lost his fingers in your hair, and tugged, you were motivated to deepen your interaction. Then you got to hear the way George whined and hissed and cursed your name under his breath. Even if you could reach your free hand to his lips, you couldn't dream of keeping George quiet. His sounds were the sweetest encouragement you'd ever known.

You stayed on your knees until your efforts paid off. Then you helped George pull his trousers back in shape as you rose to meet him, and were pleasantly surprised when he grabbed your face and kissed you. But when his hand started to trail below your waste you broke your kiss and shook your head.

"We don't have time." You sighed, brushing back some of George's unkempt blonde waves.

"But-" His perfect pale brows furrowed and his thumb brushed your cheek.

"It's okay. We'd better get going." You nodded. George nodded too, but then stole another quick kiss. It made you wonder what this was about. It made you wonder what George thought of you, and what he thought of you with him. You didn't let yourself wonder long. The sky was starting to darken with clouds. So you brushed the dirt from your knees and let George lead the way back to the cabin, biting back your broad grin every time he turned to make sure you were close behind.

///

The next morning was spent lazing about the breakfast table as a drizzle locked you all in. Your parents were each still in the kitchen, arguing over cinnamon rolls and other breakfast treats.

"I always wanted to come here to watch the leaves change." You piped up, setting a steaming coffee mug to the side, with your gaze stuck out the rain covered window. George sat by your side, with his head in the crook of his elbow on the table.

"We must have come too early in the year." You sighed, searching for a glimpse of orange or yellow in the distance. All you saw was brown and green against a dull grey sky.

"Well," George spoke up, quietly so. You lowered your eyes to find his, and fixated on his small grin. "That just means we'll have to come back."

"Yeah?" You hesitated to ask. What had he meant? Why had he said so? George only rested his hand on your thigh below the table, tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You kept your gaze on him and realized you had fallen hard and fast.

You'd always had it bad for George, but with all this new and very exciting attention he'd been giving you, it was game over. You'd thought of nothing but George each night you fell asleep one room over. Your heart practically leapt out of your rib cage every time you caught his eye across the room, since the beginning of the weekend.

But you didn't understand it. Neither of you talked about what you'd done or mentioned doing anything quite like it again. You just waited up in empty halls and hoped he'd come around the corner in the least suspicious amount of time possible.

But today was hard. Today you couldn't sneak out in the woods, or around the corner. You were trapped in by rain, and if you and George snuck behind closed doors there wouldn't be a question as to why, and that would be utterly embarrassing.

So you sat across from George as your father rallied everyone around an old tattered board game. You caught George's eye as your parents bickered over game rule, and wondered what he was thinking as his pretty blue gaze locked on yours.

When you followed your mother's instructions to go and find a stack of movies in her room, George's mother shuffled off to go make snacks. So your favourite pretty blonde said something about taking a shower, and followed as you trekked up the stairs. But no sooner than you found the stack of movies, and George lingered outside of the bathroom did your father spin into the hall in search of his glasses.

You and George only got to share a look before he shut the bathroom door, and your father recruited you to help in his hunt.

As you all curled up for a movie marathon, Geogre helped you pour everyone a drink. While he reached for a set of glasses, he sneaked past you with one hand grazing your lower back for as long as he could get away with.

And when your parents took residence on the love seat and his mother kicked back in the chair, you and George were left to make the floor comfortable. You dumped all the extra blankets in front of the coffee table and sat a few inches away from George while some romcom played on. It was almost painful, how close he was without being able to reach out. What a strange turn of events.

His mother fell fast asleep by the second film, and your parent's dozed off by the third.

And as the last film played on, you felt George's hand creeping closer to yours. His fingers fit between your own, and his thumb brushed against your knuckles every now and again, as you sat holding hands.

You hadn't really seen that coming. You hadn't known what to expect of this whole thing with George, but an innocent lasting touch wasn't it. All the questions you'd always wondered were louder and scarier as the movie dragged on.

And when it was over, George walked you up the stairs. You kept quiet as not to wake your parents, and watched as he moved in the dark. When he stalled in the doorway of your room, you gazed up to him with a pushed in brow. Then he kissed you. Just a gentle, lingering peck. He left you in your doorway with that, and you stayed up staring at your ceiling wondering why.

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Your parents left the next morning. They hadn't planned too. But your father got a call from work and since they'd all arrived as a group they decided to leave that way. You had awoken early and found yourself staring at the pages of a book when your mother bustled down the stairs to let you know.

"We'll see you kids at the start of the week!" George's mother waved on her way out of the door. She hoped you'd both enjoy the last day of the weekend in the cozy little place you'd always come back to.

Your parents scrambled to pack their things and followed her out of the door in a dazed rush, rambling about how they wished they didn't have to leave as they headed to the door.

Just like that the cabin was quiet, more so than you'd ever noticed, even when you'd been the only one creeping through the halls. You had no idea what to expect. You didn't want to get your hopes up. And you didn't want to make this already strange situation even weirder. So you took to doing the dishes at the sound of your parents peeling out of the gravel drive. You scrubbed every plate and focused on every soap bubble to stall time as you thought up what to say.

One of you had to say something, right?

When the staircase finally creaked, you'd finished the leftover dishes and were nearly done sorting the last of them away. George stretched into the room, looking around to realize the cabin was missing your surprise guests.

"Dad got called into work. You just missed telling everyone goodbye." You shrugged, meeting George's eye for a moment before you spun to put the last dish away. You listened as he softly floated toward the space you occupied yourself.

"So I finally get you all to myself then?" George seemed to really ask. He looked tired, still. But there was a gentle smile on his face, some kind of hopeful glaze painted over his features. George reached out to you, both of his hands softly holding your face. He peered at you, searching your features as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

"You really wanna spend the rest of this weekend with me?" You wondered, ducking your head as a twinge of fear started to take hold. But Geogre straightened your gaze once more, he made you look at him as he chose his words.

"I'd like to spend much longer than just this weekend with you," He spoke gently like every word was precious. You couldn't possibly think of what to say. You could only smile. You grinned without holding back and watched as George shut his eyes and kissed you.

You kissed him back and decided the pouring rain was cause enough to start a fire. George trailed behind you on your mission to throw a few logs in the fireplace. When you turned from sparking a flame, you watched George settle onto the floor that was still a mess with blankets and pillows from last night's movie marathon. He reached up to you, fingers moving from their latch on your wrist to press into your sides as he pulled you right into his lap.

Just like that his arms were around you and his mouth opened against yours. The fire was nice, but the warmth coming from George was heavenly. You moved your kisses to his neck, relishing the way his pulse beat under your touch. You trailed your lips back across his jaw until you were kissing him again, and dissolving in his strong hold.

You held his face in your hands as your mouths moved together, and only released your grasp to raise your hands over your head as George lifted your sweater up and away. His kisses trailed across your exposed skin, to the swell of your breasts, while his fingers managed to unclasp your bra. With your knees on either side of his hips, you rocked against George, feeling more desperate for his touch than ever.

"Are you sad your friends ditch you?" You asked in a breath with a smile and George was busy pressing his tongue to your skin. You felt him smile, and the warmth of a chuckle escape him.

"Are you glad our parents came and ruined our chances of spending the whole weekend this way?" George shot back, as you pulled his shirt away. You rolled your eyes and pushed George back against a stack of pillows, reaching for his belt. You laughed as he kicked his trousers away and pulled you down for a kiss, like he couldn't fathom parting from you for a second.

You spent a while wrapped up in his tangled limbs- kissing him, trailing your fingers against his burning skin, rocking against each other while the last of your layers kept you from doing what you really wanted.

"You know, I always had a crush on you, too." George propped himself up on both elbows as you'd started to pull his boxers away. You paused your mission for a moment to look at him. His half-lidded gaze and the mess of his hair. The marks starting to darken on near his throat, from you. He was more beautiful each new time you caught a glimpse, it seemed.

"Sentiment not required, but appreciated." You grinned as George sat up, free of the last of his clothes, reaching to free you of your own with his sea blue eyes on yours all the while.

"I did." He rose a brow, and something about his confirming so made your heartache, as it already beat like a drum. You brushed back his tousled waves and searched George's face for approval. He blinked up at you, totally enraptured. You could have stayed in this paused state forever and you swore he might have been content, too. But you couldn't wait any longer. You'd waited long enough.

When you lowered yourself into George's lap, you watched his eyes close and his jaw slack. A sigh escaped his lips, like he was totally relieved. And not just by the pressure you'd both felt now, but by the build-up of this whole weekend. Like something from very deep within him was finally settled. You might have laughed a little at that state of him if you weren't feeling the same. You'd never felt so safe. A strange word for a time like now, but the only word that seemed to fit.

Neither of you moved for a while. At first, you'd focused on settling into the feeling. Then you became totally distracted, brushing back George's hair and peppering his face with kisses. His hands stayed loose around your sides and his nose nudged your own in a way that made your heart sing.

"As much as I love this, I really would like if you moved a little, dove." George cooed in your ear and kneaded his fingers into your hips hoping you'd get the hint.

So you did what he said, and rolled against him. George kept his grip firm as he let out one of those melodious groans of his. You picked up the pace then, not daring to hold back your own hums as George's eyes opened to find yours.

You shared another kiss as you found your rhythm, but couldn't keep it up for long. Your lips parted but lingered close to his when you couldn't hold back a broken cry.

George wrapped an arm around your middle and moved swiftly to lay you down. You watched as he loomed over you and searched your features like he did the first night here. You were in the same place as you had been when you confessed your stupid crush. And you were in the same spot you had been when he kissed you for the first time. And when he closed the distance between you once more, it felt better than ever.

You pressed your heels into his back and tried to tell him how fucking great he was at this, but incoherent mumbles were all you could manage.

"That good, huh?" George strained, barely getting the words out himself. But the little laugh that followed his statement seemed easy and sweet. As if you weren't feeling enough, your heart threatened to burst. Everything felt near bursting, actually.

"It's okay, baby." His saccharine voice rang in your ear as he somehow pushed you deeper into the mess of blankets. "It's just you and me now, and you feel so fucking good. You can let go now, love. I wanna feel you to let go."

He could have kept up talking that way and you'd fall to pieces in no time. But when his hand travelled below your stomach you nearly k.o'ed. Between the things he spoke just to you, the way he paused talking to curse a little, and the rhythm of his hips against yours, it didn't take long until you came undone. He kept you pinned in place until you nearly couldn't see straight until it seemed he couldn't either. When it was all said and done, neither of you moved for a moment. You were less irked by the fact you could have been doing that all weekend, and more moonstruck by the reality that it'd happened at all.

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It wasn't long before you decided to get cleaned up, but it took awhile to get to the bathroom. George stopped you in the hallway to do everything over again, somehow better than the first time. He stopped you from finding clean clothes to pin you to the bed you'd called your own. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he made his way between your thighs, and made you forget all about doing anything else for the rest of the evening.

And when you finally made it to the bathroom, he followed you into the warm bath. But there, you only relaxed. The water soothed your aching muscles, and the whiskey your dad left behind was passed over the bubbles as you and George sat together till the water grew cold. You talked as you cleaned yourself up, about things you'd always talked about before. You watched as George changed into a pair of joggers you recognized from days gone by. You let him wrap you up in a towel and hold you close in the steam-filled bathroom, and you decided it was paradise.

Your night went on like normal. Like most nights had, in the cabin. You made dinner, and joked about the time your siblings nearly burnt the place down making cookies during a heatwave. And after you ate, you left the dishes for another day, like always. Then you followed George to the den, and watched as he turned the telly on to some slasher marathon. Your autumn dreams were alive and well, as you curled up on the sofa at his side.

You stayed happily tucked against him, one arm and leg across his frame. One of his strong arms nearly pulled you on top of him in an effort to cuddle close as possible. You nuzzled your face into his neck when something especially upsetting flashed across the screen. And eventually, the comfort of his secure hand splayed across your head, and his other arm holding you firmly in place, sent you into the most peaceful sleep you must have ever slipped into.

///

"Wake up, love."

Your eyes were heavy, and your limbs ached. The blankets felt so warm in the morning cold, and George's breath tickled your ear.

"My darling, wake up." He said again, tracing a finger along your jaw as your eyes fluttered open.

"M'up." You sighed, focusing on George's pretty face, his brilliant blue eyes and the easy smile on his full lips. You realized he wasn't curled close, but kneeling at your side like he'd been up for a while now.

"Come and see." His smile widened as he grabbed your hand and tugged you to stand. You pushed in your brows and only sat up so quickly because of George's unusual excitement. He kept your hand in his and dragged you across the room to the fog tinted windows. What time was it? George moved you to the clearest view, and snaked his arms around your middle from behind.

You rubbed your eyes and looked. And past the mist, you saw the trees. Among the usual green and grey, you saw spots of dark red and orange starting to appear. The further you looked the more colours you noticed, and then you realized George had noticed before you.

"Now we know." He mumbled in your ear, as you tore your gaze from the stunning view to look over your shoulder. George really did get prettier with every glance. And now you knew, indeed. You knew how he felt, and you knew you'd get to go home with him as more than neighbours. You knew the perfect time to come back to this cabin, too, when the colours were brightest and the fire's warmth would be most coveted. And you knew George would come back with you. The only thing you weren't sure of was which room you'd stay in together, in all the years to come.

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doctorinnovatium · 3 years

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Alias / Name: Adam

Birthday: 8th April

Zodiac sign: Aries

Height: 5'3'' 1/2

Hobbies: Art, video games, reading and writing

Favourite colour: Hmm, does greenish-purple count?

Favorite book: Ooo, I have quite a few. I'm a big fan of the Discworld books (you might have guessed that from my writing style), and I also like the H.P Lovecraft stories. As for a single book, I'll probably choose "The Dream of Perpetual Motion" by Dexter Palmer, which is a rather trippy Steampunk book which borrows alot from Shakespeare's Tempest, a recommended read from me.

Last song: I assume this means last song listened to, but I listen to a lot of music, so I'll pick the last song I've added to a playlist, and that is (I believe) "Dam, Damn" by Pater.

Last film / show: Treasure Planet. I'm actually in the process of doing a marathon of all the Disney movies that I haven't watched in years (read: all of them).

Recent reads: Currently reading "At the Mountains of Madness" by H.P Lovecraft.

Inspiration: I'll assume this means inspiration for my muses or my blog in general. I've been really into the Steampunk subculture ever since I was an early teen, with Steam Powered Giraffe and Paul Shapera being what defined Steampunk for me. I've also been really into the Discworld novels, which both influenced my writing style and my method of worldbuilding, deconstructing concepts like the relation between reality and fantasy and magic viewed from the perspective of sufficiently-advanced science. In this sense, the Doctor could be considered the deconstruction of both the mad scientist and the Lovecraftian seeker of knowledge archetype, mixed with the personality of an eccentric Victorian gentleman with included verbosity.

As for Alice, Steam Powered Giraffe was more of a direct inspiration, especially with the design, and I often listen to their music for Alice-based inspiration. Continuing with the deconstruction of archetypes, I've based Alice's personality and "aesthetic" (if you will) on my own perception of my generation (Gen Z, and maybe a touch of Millennial), self-deprecation and preoccupation with feel-good vibes included.

Story behind url: It's... the name of the Doctor himself. Not much of a story there.

Fun fact(s) about me: I know this fact is already stated on my bio, but I was diagnosed with High-Functioning Autism at an early age, which mainly affects me in the sensory sense (sensitivity to noises and unfamiliar smells and tastes). I've also found that my thought processes could easily be compared to a broken old radio that's tuned into every station at once, so I tend to find myself laughing at random thoughts or references that flicker in my head from time to time, but I'm not sure if that's due to my autism or just from my general mental health. Oh, and I have something of a fixation on skeletons, which my sister suggests might be a remnant from my earlier fixation on pirates.

Tagged by: Technically @spxcemuses

Tagging: Anyone who likes to talk about themselves.

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nsfwviolets · 4 years

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. i really should be studying for my exam tomorrow or at least trying to get some rest but here i am !! i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !! & like always, please like this post so i could bother you for plots !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be elongated limbs tangled in pink silk sheets, the lingering smell of yves saint laurent mon paris, & oversized faux fur coats draping sun kissed shoulders ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 21, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-three.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

hobbies: shopping, audrey hepburn movie marathons, traveling, being the center of attention, photography, spontaneous dance parties, working out, massages, doodling, pilates, online shopping, & journaling.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, lip gloss, the deafening sound of designer heels making contact with marble floors, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent mon paris perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

style inspo: taylor hill, kylie jenner, candice swanepoel, josephine skriver, kendall jenner, blair waldorf, & cher horowitz. here are just a few examples of her wardrobe !! ( x x x x x ) muse inspo: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), lydia martin ( teen wolf ), fallon carrington ( dynasty ), sadie saxton ( awkward ), lauren cooper ( faking it ), mini mcguinness ( skins ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), brooke maddox ( scream ), samantha jones ( sex & the city ), tahani al jamil ( the good place ), jackie burkhart ( that ‘70s show ), naomi clark ( 90210 ), cece parekh ( new girl ), cassie howard ( euphoria ), madison montgomery ( american horror story ), jenna maroney ( 30 rock ), kelly kapoor ( the office ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), rachel green ( friends ), paris hilton, & mona-lisa saperstein ( parks & recreation ).

background ;;

violet faith lennox is diane galindo’s & richard lennox’s youngest child. born three weeks early on 18 june 1996 at aspen valley hospital in aspen, colorado. the very moment they held their daughter ( who they lovingly referred to as a ‘ blessing ‘ ) in their open arms, they knew that their family was finally complete.

her mother ( diane ) is her parents’ pride & joy. as the eldest daughter of wealthy wall street executives, she has done nothing but make her family proud her entire life. growing up, her dream in life was to help her father’s business but her career quickly changed course when she decided to pursue a career in medicine. the new york native eventually ended up going to harvard medical school in boston, massachusetts where she would end up meeting her future husband. to this day, dr. galindo is one of the most recognizable names in medicine & is world renowned for her work as a reproductive endocrinologist ( fertility specialist ).

her father on the other hand ( richard ) was born to an influential family in los angeles, california. from an early age, he was exposed to the spotlight due to the fact that his own father was governor of california & hoped to become president one day. however, things seemed to go off course the day the former governor was caught in his own cheating scandal all while being married to a former pageant queen. scandal erupted when the politician not only cheated on his stunning wife with a young secretary but when his mistress announced to the world that she was pregnant. the entire news circuit covered this affair for months & the governor resigned from his position when news broke that he urged his mistress to get an abortion.

following the scandal, the family fell out of the public spotlight. they spent years trying to repaint their public image after it was tarnished for nothing but selfish desire. approximately ten years later, the family made news again but this time about their newly found faith in god joining the long list of religious right wing politicians. richard’s father felt as if the only way to redeem himself was to devote himself to god. after years of distancing themselves from the catholic church, the family dove right back in which became the start of their fundamental catholic values that ruled every aspect of their lives.

as the only son in the family, richard’s parents had high expectations for him. however, he seemed to have different plans for himself that didn’t involve making his family proud or practicing what they preached. as an undergraduate student at yale, his interests were far & few between. his days only seemed to consist of sleeping with random women & binge drinking to his heart’s content. he knew that he didn’t have to be an astounding student because he had a giant trust fund waiting for him at home. but after a drunk driving accident that resulted in a 40 year old woman’s hospitalization & his own arrest, richard knew he had to clean up his act.

he eventually followed his family’s lead & became an ultra religious catholic. he even managed to boost up his grades & get an academic scholarship to harvard law school where he met diane. diane didn’t come from a strong religious background. in fact, she liked to tell people that she only believed in science & didn’t have faith or trust in a superior figure. but when she met a young richard lennox, her entire world was turned upside down. she let him into her life, converted to catholicism, & the two got married after three years of dating. flash forward to 1992. the married couple is moving to aspen, colorado for diane’s new job at an upscale hospital. they even received a generous check from richard’s parents to buy a mansion in the mountains !!

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcomed their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

her pregnancy was extremely difficult to say the least. between being on bed rest for months & frequent hospitalizations, she didn’t know if she could do this again. on top of her own health issues, she also had problems with her unborn child. there was even a night where they thought they would lose violet after diane experienced unexplainable bleeding & her fellow colleagues at the hospital couldn’t detect a heartbeat.

luckily, they were able to find a heartbeat after 6 minutes of deafening silence & hushed prayers for a miracle. after that night, they knew that their daughter was a blessing which is why they agreed to give her the middle name faith which symbolizes their unrequited devotion to god.

eventually, violet was born !! she was born three weeks early & spent a week in the icu but overall she was healthy. she was a bit underweight but she was miraculously healthy. but after everything the family had been through, they decided that violet would be their last child.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

by the time she was 8 years old, her family decided to move to new york city due to the fact that her mom received a prestigious job on the upper east side. at the age of 8, violet was already a competitive gymnast who’s likes included spending time with her family, competing, & going to school. even then she knew she could do everything she loved in another state which is why she didn’t put up much of a fight when she was told that they would be moving across the country.

moving from snowy open colorado to the upper east side of manhattan was definitely a culture shock for violet even at an early age. nonetheless, she eventually got used to new york city life & to this day she doesn’t think she would survive a week in colorado.

even after she moved to a new part of the country, violet remained devoted to gymnastics & her family. she had dreams of one day going to the olympics for gymnastics & everyone who knew her saw her potential. she even competed in world events & became a household name !! although, her parents often emphasized that school & religion come first which is why they made her & her sister attend a private catholic school all the way through high school.

in high school, she was a classic goody two shoes church girl. she was a strong student who received perfect grades in order to please her parents. for the longest time, she didn’t have time for anything other than school & sports but that changed by the time she was 16.

despite attending an all girls school, violet met her first boyfriend through one of her mutual friends. & like all stereotypical teen romances, it was love at first site. she was so infatuated with him that she was willing to put everything in her life on the back burner in order to focus on him.

& by the time she was 18, she received numerous academic & sports scholarships to prestigious colleges. however, violet decided to take a gap year in order to spend more time with her boyfriend of two years. she knew that she would eventually go to college but she wanted to make some time for herself first. her parents weren’t exactly happy about her decision due to the fact that she has big shoes to fill but they eventually came around the idea & were even happy for their daughter & her wholesome catholic boyfriend.

during her gap year, they spent an entire year traveling the world. they went to bali, greece, peru, brazil, iceland, dubai, thailand, argentina, & morocco. throughout the course of the year, violet documented her travel on her instagram & other social media platforms which is when she started gaining a lot of followers who wanted to watch her travel the world with the love of her life. before her influx of instagram followers, not a lot of people outside the world of gymnastics knew who she was. people of course knew who her parents were ( a famous doctor & lawyer ) but the world did not really know who exactly violet lennox was.

by the end of her gap year violet already had over 1 million followers on instagram !! & she was already getting paid doing what she loves which is travel the world. & since all of this happened during her year off, violet ended up telling her parents that she didn’t want to go to college which damaged their relationship as a result.

since her parents were so unsupportive of her decision to not go to college & ultimately quit gymnastics, violet ended up moving out of her house & moved in with her boyfriend at only the age of 19. & because her parents were completely unsupportive of her decision not to attend college, they cut her off financially & she was forced to make a living for herself. by this point, her career as a social media influencer was booming so she was already making a lot of money just through promoting detox teas, teeth whitening kits, etc.

it may seem as if life for violet was perfect by this point despite her falling out with her parents. however, that was not the case. even though she fooled the entire world by thinking that she had a perfect relationship, her boyfriend was incredibly abusive towards her & had been ever since the two started dating. although he was never physically abusive, he was mentally, emotionally, & verbally abusive. for years violet made excuses for him & blamed herself for their problems which only made her feel more miserable than she already was. this was her first real relationship & she genuinely thought that they were destined to be together even though she was severely unhappy.

he would constantly cheat, manipulate her, make fun of her appearance & insecurities, & wouldn’t let her do anything without his permission. the two were together for three years & there even was a time where violet became pregnant but quickly had an abortion without him knowing as soon as she found out. just three months after living together, she finally found the courage to break up with him. although it wasn’t easy at first, she’s thankful that she finally got out of a dangerous relationship. she also understands the dangers of social media better than anyone else because she fooled the world into thinking that she was in a happy loving relationship when that was far from the truth.

when violet told the world about their breakup ( most likely in an instagram live or an instagram story ) she ended up losing millions of followers. the majority of her followers only followed her to watch her travel the world with her boyfriend so once they found out that they were no longer together ; they didn’t see the point in following her anymore.

for an entire year following her breakup, violet began to spiral out of control. she started using drugs, alcohol, & partying as coping mechanisms in order to help her move on & forget about everything she had endured. that of course didn’t work but that didn’t stop her from partying every single night of the week & ending up in a stranger’s bed. eventually, she even leaked her own sex tape & naked pictures to the press in hopes that the press coverage would help make up for the millions of followers she lost on instagram.

& as she expected, the world would not stop talking about her sex tape for months. she gained the most followers she has ever done & eventually she got real modeling jobs as a result of her popularity. she hasn’t exactly told the world that she was the one who leaked the 20 minute video but everyone in their immediate circle knows she did it & also knows that she has other videos lying around for ‘ emergency ’ situations.

however, her parents cut off all contact with her following her scandal & it is still something that cuts deep two years later. she tells herself & everyone around her that she doesn’t need a family but everyone knows that’s a lie. it’s just a lie she keeps on telling herself to feel better about herself.

she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 20 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

for someone who is incredibly smart, she pretends to be dumb sometimes. she doesn’t think that guys like smart girls so she dumbs herself down. but she could also be a ditz at times ( unintentionally ).

she likes to think of herself as approachable but she also knows that she can be intimidating. nonetheless, she tries to be nice to everyone who comes her way unless they say the wrong thing to her & then she switches on her mean girl switch that comes far too easy for her.

even though violet is a lot to deal with, she is a nice person !! although she does have a flair for the dramatics & denies being dramatic all the time. she also likes to think of herself as a ‘ good girl ’ even though she is far from one. she loves sex & isn’t afraid to shy away from that but she still tells people that she’s good or an angel because it makes herself feel better about herself.

she also goes to confession 1-2 times a week to pray for her sins in order to get into heaven. she thinks with the amount of adultery she commits on a daily basis she needs to pray for her sins otherwise she won’t go to heaven & she thinks she looks way better in white than in red.

if you do her wrong, she will go out of her way to make your life a living hell. she is incredibly protective over the people in her life so she will do just about anything for them including berating people. revenge might as well be her last name !!

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

since she comes from a strict traditional upbringing, she was taught that being anything other than straight is wrong. so when violet first started experimenting with girls & even developed feelings for one, she told herself that she was going to hell. this is one of the reasons why she has not come out of the closet or has even come to terms with her sexuality. she denies all past same sex encounters & relationships which isn’t healthy. but since her parents disowned her following her sex tape, she knows that they would hate her more than they already do. if they ever found out that their daughter was anything but straight they would lose their minds & she’s still hoping that one day they could repair their relationship. apparently being bisexual is worse than having a sex tape !!

when she was a competitive gymnast for the united states national team, she was often put on strict diets in order to keep up. as a result of the strict dieting & unrealistic body images, violet developed bulimia as early as 12 years old. so when she quit gymnastics after deciding not to attend college, she was happy. she loved the sport but hated the pressure. even to this day, the sport isn’t actually sure what happened to her because she was an olympic hopeful. they all thought that she could have been the next gold medalist but she values her own mental health & sanity over a couple of medals. & even though she sought help for her eating disorder that reared ugly heads at times, she did slip up a lot while she was with her boyfriend who would make fun of her appearance. even now she isn’t 100% but she is better than she has ever been.

is extremely flirty & alluring.

violet also believes that the world revolves around her. many people may find her confidence to be annoying or superficial but she takes pride in it because it took her so long to learn how to love herself after being with her first boyfriend.

speaking of relationships, she’s terrible at them. she often runs away when things become too serious, manipulates the people she’s with, or breaks up with them for no reason. her logic is that she wants to hurt someone before they have the chance to hurt her. she still has yet to understand that the rest of the world isn’t like her ex but her past still haunts her every time she catches feelings.

she likes to tell people that monogamy isn’t the life for her which is why she prefers casual sex. she is also a proud sugar baby & has many sugar daddies !! most of them are old & married but she is a sucker for anyone who buys her nice things.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

has a passion for photography but hasn’t explored it seriously. she understands that she makes a living off of being another pretty face but she also wants to explore other aspects of her career like photography & maybe even acting.

she often considers going to college or even going back to gymnastics a lot but she not made up her mind yet. she is happy right now as a model but she does miss aspects of her old life.as an instagram model, she is like kendall jenner or gigi hadid. in other words, she has a large following & people book her for photo shoots & fashion shows in order to boost their own notoriety because it looks better on their part. her walk is average at best but she does have a beautiful face. people hate instagram models working in the real modeling business as it is so they despise an instagram model with a sex tape !!

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is علياء#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #hi #i def missed a lot #but kjhalsdf #love me anyway

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youbuildmeupbeliever · 5 years

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Lazy Day with Fangs (Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

BEEP, BEEP!

You were pulled from your deep-sleep dreams by some horrendous beeping noise.

Ugh. The unrelenting sound of your alarm clock.

You reached over to your bedside table to turn it off but you were trapped. Fangs, your boyfriend of four years, had his arm draped around your waist, keeping you tucked into his chest.When you tried to reach for your phone, his grip tightened around you.

“No,” he said sleepily as he nuzzled into your hair.

You giggled softly and wiggled your way out of his arms to turn off the offending noise. You grabbed your phone off the table and leaned back into his chest, his arms returning to their earlier embrace.

You and Fangs met in high school and had been dating ever since the tenth grade. You were both in college together now; him in the mechanics program and you in the teaching program. In addition to that, you were busy working at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe and he was busy with the Southisde Serpents. Time alone together was precious and hard to come by these days.

Scrolling through your Twitter feed, a tweet from Riverdale Community College caught your eye: “Due to the cold weather and immense snow accumulation, Riverdale Community College is closed until roads can be cleared and temperatures warm up. Classes will resume tomorrow. Apologies for any inconveniences.”

Then, you caught a tweet from Pop’s: “Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe will be closed until the weather clears up! Stay warm, folks!”

And finally, a tweet from the Town of Riverdale: “The Town of Riverdale is in a State of Emergency! Due to the 23 inches of snow accumulated over night and temperatures dipping below -40* with the windchill, all businesses and roads are closed. It is recommended that citizens stay inside until further notice.”

You nearly squealed in excitement. Finally, you thought to yourself. A day with Fangs with no distractions, just the two of you.

Rolling over, you pecked soft little kisses all over his scruffy, tan face before finally landing on his lips. Fangs groaned and a sleepy smile emerged on his face, eyes still closed.

“What’s got you all excited at this hour?” He mused.

“Baby, the town is closed and we can’t leave the house! Just you and me, all day!” You squealed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He mumbled, unable to take your enthusiasm as he pushed his face into the pillow.

“It’s below -40* and it snowed like, two feet! We get to have a snow day!” You were so excited. You couldn’t remember the last time you spent the whole day together and all you wanted to do was snuggle and watch movies with your boyfriend.

“That’s great, babe, but since we don’t actually have to do anything today, can we go back to sleep for a couple hours?”

You kissed his cheek in response and turned back around, pushing your back into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, his lips meeting your shoulder as you both allowed sleep to overtake you once again.

Later, you woke to the smell of something yummy. Was that pancakes? Bacon? Coffee? Mmm… maybe it was all three? You hoped it was all three, definitely.

“Wake up, baby girl,” a soft voice prompted your eyes to open. Fangs sat on your side of the bed, his hand carding through your hair.

You opened your eyes and a smile crept onto your face. “Hi,” you said softly pulling the covers back over your shoulders and snuggled your face into Fangs’ hip.

“Now you’re sleepy, hey?” he chuckled. “When you’re ready to get out of bed, there’s breakfast and coffee waiting for you, Lazy Bones.” Fangs leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room.

It didn’t take long for you to emerge from the bedroom, cloaked in one of his baggy hoodies. You sat next to him at the small table, a plate of pancakes and bacon and a mug of steaming coffee in front of you.

“Mmm, this looks perfect. Thanks, Handsome!” You smiled widely at him before taking a sip of your hot coffee.

You and Fangs ate breakfast together, enjoying the ease of the morning knowing neither of you had anywhere to be or anything to do. After breakfast, you both cleaned up the kitchen and were washing the dishes.

“So what do you think about having a movie marathon today?” he asked as he handed you a plate to load into the dishwasher.

“And a pillow fort?!” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been planning this all in your head since you found out you’d both be home for the day.

Fangs laughed loudly as you started the dishwasher.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me. What movie do we want to start with?” Fangs grabbed the dish cloth and began wiping down the table.

“Hmm… let’s start with Grease!” You grinned.

“Seriously? You’ve seen that movie a thousand times!” His dark brown eyes full of disbelief and mock-irritation.

“What can I say?” You asked as you walked over to him. “I’ve got a thing for hot guys in leather jackets.” You kissed his cheek and skipped away to gather blankets and pillows as Fangs chuckled, finishing cleaning up with kitchen.

It took you two over an hour to build the perfect pillow fort. Layers upon layers of pillows scattered the living room floor, blankets piled on top. A large sheet tented over the makeshift bed from one end of the room to the other. Fangs had moved the television to the ground and had the movie all queued up. You had agreed to alternate movie choices for the day.

And then the pillow fight began.

It started with you throwing a pillow over your shoulder, knocking Fangs in the chest. All of a sudden, something soft hit your backside. You looked over your shoulder and saw the boyish grin on his face.

“Oh, this is means war.”

It was all giggles and ducking behind furniture from there on. You threw pillows at each other and tried to knock the other on the ground. Eventually, Fangs seemed to disappear. You stood up, walking into the living room and looked around for him.

“Fangs? Where’d you go? This isn’t fun-”

The wind got knocked out of you as you felt strong arms wrap around you and you were pushed down to the ground. You giggled as Fangs straddled your waist, your arms pinned above your head by one of his hands. Your eyes met his teasing brown orbs and he leaned down like he was going to kiss you. You closed your eyes waiting for his lips to meet yours, but they didn’t come.

All of a sudden, your ribs were attacked by his hands tickling you. You shrieked and wiggled, but his weight on top of you wouldn’t allow you to get far.

Fangs laughed boisterously as he tickled your sides and you fought to catch your breath.

“Fangs! … Stop it! I… I-I can’t breathe!” You laughed and struggled to get your words out.

His hands slowed and eventually, he released your hands. You attempted to push him off of you as your breathing evened out. He leaned down yet again, but for a kiss this time before finally getting off of you and settling in beside you. You lifted your head for him to slide his arm around you and he started the movie.

“This is what heaven feels like, I swear,” You mused.

“Agreed, babe,” Fangs said into your temple, squeezing his arm around your shoulder.

Once the movie ended and you’d finished gushing over Danny Zuko in a leather jacket, you both decided it was time for some hot chocolate.

Fangs helped you up and you made your way to the kitchen. Like a well-oiled machine, you grabbed the kettle and filled it with water and he reached into the cupboards and grabbed two mugs and the hot chocolate mix.

You turned on the radio after you turned the kettle on. Blink 182’s I Miss You was playing and before you got the chance to say anything, Fangs’ arms were around your waist and he was moving your bodies together slowly to the music in the background. You rested your head on his firm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and you danced around the kitchen.

Just as the song ended, the kettle started squealing, signalling that the water was boiling. You pulled away slowly, but not before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled at him in appreciation as you moved to fix up the hot drinks.

“I think we should add marshmallows and whip cream. If we’re going to do hot chocolate, we’re going to do it right,” he looked at you with hope in him eyes.

“Oh, yes please!”

You both prepared your hot chocolate with the proper fixings and moved back to the living room. You settled into Fangs’ side as he started his choice, Rogue One, to which you of course rolled your eyes. Before you started dating him, you’d never seen any of the Star Wars movies, and you’d fully intended on keeping it that way. Until now, apparently.

The opening credits began to roll and his arm tightened around you as you took a sip from your hot drink.

“You know, this has been the best day. I’ve missed doing this stuff with you,” Fangs spoke softly, his brown eyes full of affection.

“It’s been perfect,” You agreed. “I’ve missed hanging out with you like this, too. We need to make more time for each other.” You sat up a little higher and kissed his cheek.

“Agreed, babe,” He punctuated with a tender kiss to your lips.

You both tightened your hold on the other and started watching the movie.

It was a day well spent.

#fangs fogarty imagine #fangs fogarty #riverdale #riverdale imagine #southside serpents #fangs x reader #fangs fogarty fluff #fangs fogarty x reader

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ofaurcra · 5 years

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TASK #001: EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT.

GENERAL INFO

full name: CHIURA AZAMI nickname(s): AZA, MIMI, AMI gender & pronouns: SHE/HER sexual & romantic orientation: BISEXUAL & BIROMANTIC age & dob: 22, 9TH NOVEMBER 1996 birthplace/hometown: YOKOHAMA, JAPAN parents/siblings: CHIURA AKEMI (MOTHER) & CHIURA TATSUYA (FATHER), AZA ALSO HAS A SIMILARLY AGED BROTHER. pet(s): TONKINESE CAT (KIMURA) (X) & SINGAPURA KITTEN (ROMI) (X) astrological sign: SCORPIO dominant hand: LEFT handwriting style: neat, small & cursive (very pronounced swirls joining letters or flicking them off) language(s) known/spoken: JAPANESE, KOREAN, ENGLISH, FRENCH religion: AGNOSTIC current living arrangements: OWNS HER OWN UPTOWN STUDIO APARTMENT occupation/major: FASHION DESIGN AND FLOWER SHOP MANAGER

PHYSICAL

picture reference: (X) blood type: AB+ nationality: japanese skin tone/color: honeyed glow birthmarks & scars: birthmark on her neck and one behind her ear, they’re usually a very pale beige and she has a scar located on her pelvis from being shoved into a brick wall when younger and scraping across the skin. height: 5′4 build: petite but athletically toned allowing for surprising strength hair color: platinum blonde currently, silvery tonage hair length: (X), (X) her hair is currently this length and style eye color: naturally rich chocolate brown but she’s taken to wearing jade hued contacts more recently. diet: healthy and balanced but she isn’t overly worried over it, she quite likes her salads and all her fruits anyway and will happily choose them over sugary snacks. the only time she really binge eats is on her patisserie visits, if she has people over for breakfast (cause she goes all out she is an extra bitch) or if she’s having a movie night with friends. exercise & level of fitness: she tends to swim and run a lot but is more prone to relaxing exercises which help the mind and body like yoga and meditation, she’s very flexible and used to do gymnastics too. but in general she gets the recommended amount of aerobic activity recommended for healthy adults. how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )?: she usually stands very upright, with her chin in the air so her posture is really good and she often has her arms crossed if she’s being all ‘business workaholic’ aza but if she’s being more relaxed and casual she tends to slant one leg out more and jut the knee with a hand usually resting on her right hip. typical style of dress: (x), (x), (x), (x), (x),(x) body modifications: (x) - this tattoo can be located on aza’s index finger, (x) - this tattoo is located on aza’s back lying just above where her bra strap would sit, (x) (x) - the first image references the design of this tattoo and the second shows the location being just beneath the breast and across the ribcage, it is a tiny tattoo that she shares with ( @sunsbloom) signifying her bond with ivy and referencing the shared zodiac of scorpio between them. (x) - this tattoo can be located behind aza’s left ear. (x) (x) - both these finger tattoos can be located in the places on the images. (x) - this tattoo is dedicated to her brother and can be found on her inner thigh but it is incredibly tiny. (x), (x), (x), (x) - these ones are located in the same places as they are on the images. what can be noticed is that aza has a surprising amount of tattoo’s yes but all are tiny designs and usually incorporate floral elements because she feels such an affliction for flowers, she also prefers to use white ink or red where she can if it works stylistically. finally, she’s hoping to get these (x) with america squad ( @hijinae, @ofdaeseong) as a tribute to their friendship.

MANNERISMS

how does your muse walk?: it’s a bit of a sashay when she’s in the mindframe of getting things done with a lot of hip swinging and fast pace, its not an intentional boss bitch walk but it happens naturally when she’s in a rush. if she isn’t stressed or busy then her walk becomes more of a peaceful and slow paced saunter where she appears to admire or take in her surroundings a little more and get a little zoned out. how does your muse talk?: aza has a delicate and gentle voice, it’s soft and comforting but it’s not quiet at all, she talks clearly and with confidence and when in a position of leadership she can project it without issue. it tends to sound like she’s drawling out words when she’s with those she is comfortable with in a somewhat unintentionally seductive way. she just has a sexy voice asfhfh what can u do. what does their laugh sound like?: twinkly, it comes out in quiet and soft peels and is more akin to a giggle, it kind of lingers in the room long after she’s finished because her laughter is usually short when its genuine as well. how does your muse typically smell?: she favors fruity perfumes which aren’t overpowering but strong enough to catch on the breeze when she moves her hair or embraces someone so scents like patchouli, musk, white amber, grapefruit, wild berries, caramel, praline, jasmine, freesia, peony and pomegranate are some of her favorites. what kind of air do they carry?: somewhat regal, a don’t fuck with me vibe like she’s always sizing you up and knows your next move before even you do to strangers. to friends she’s like a strict but overly affectionate mom. do they have a(ny) catchphrase(s)?: as the legend ariana once said ain’t you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch. what are their nervous ticks?: she runs her hands through her hair a lot, like frequently in a matter of seconds or minutes and pushes it back a lot haphazardly, she also bites her lip or chews things more when stressed.

PSYCHOLOGY

what makes your muse happiest?: spending time with the america squad or ivy since those are her bestest friends, in the past phone calls with her brother really lifted her spirits when she was struggling but its been a while since she’s had one, going out for coffee or picnics in the summer. what upsets them the most?: liars and hypocrites, in general but especially in family dynamics she cannot stand parents who have children and then don’t love them unconditionally as a parent is expected to. she’ll flare up if her friends have family issues and she sees their parents talking down to them automatically because she knows what that feels like and most of the time in her experience with rich upbringing the parents aren’t so perfect either. what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them?: she likes to sketch when designing her fashion and she’s pretty good at painting, likes exploring fashion or art museums and exhibits, likes finding new cafes and quiet restaurants or patisseries for hangout spots, loves spending time in botanical gardens and at the library reading. she’s a bit of an adventurer by nature she just loves to be going places but more quiet hobbies are things like baking, journalism and a bit of blogging. do they have any guilty pleasures?: other than food not really but aza does occasionally enjoy to socially smoke if she goes out partying. she’ll also deny it to all hell and back because sorbet is healthier but she could eat five tubs of ice cream in one evening. is your muse an extrovert or an introvert? neither?: she funnily enough is sort of both, i would say she is more extroverted now because circumstances have definitely forced her to be so if she isn’t working one of her many diverse jobs she is going out and exploring but she used to be a huge introvert. and if there is one sign of rain find her under a duvet with hot cocoa sleeping the day away and marathoning on netflix. do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence?: she loves herself what more can i say. she doesn’t believe in vanity she thinks its important to be in love with yourself and i would say her self love comes from a place where it is well earned because she definitely struggled with low self esteem and confidence issues in the past being so silenced and controlled by her father. are they easily stressed and how do they normally respond to it?: definitely, if you worked the way aza does you would be as well. it doesn’t help she’s prone to anxiety attacks from stress so she doesn’t respond very well. if its a minimal amount she can be alright, she tends to just walk away and take a break until her head is clear but sometimes if she is overwhelmed she’ll just break down and cry over the smallest things and shut down on herself, going quiet and unresponsive, she tends to get shaky and her breathing worsens. what is your muses worst fear?: following in her parents footsteps and one day being a neglectful parent, she hates the idea of letting anyone down especially her own potential family. what is your muses biggest dream?: making it as a fashion designer i suppose, she doesn’t want fame especially after seeing how it made her family act with people due to their empire and riches but she wants to live comfortably and be able to show her talents and fresh perspective off more. is your muse a morning person or a night dragon?: definitely a night dragon but she tries to go to bed and get up at the same time when she can because its supposedly healthier to have a routine. how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it?: aza is very cultured and i would say she has a philosophical and extremely open mind. her intelligence is one of the kinds where it is more of wisdom than it is scientific and factual or academic alone. though she did incredibly well with her grades academically she’s still god awful at maths and will not engage with it. describe their sense of humor: dry witted, sarcastic, sometimes dark, crude.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships?: there aren’t any plotted out for aza yet (but like pls do come love her down) but knowing her anyway i’m just going to say she probably is in sexual relationships because aza is prone to having flings. what is their experience with relationships?: OOF its not great, mostly negative since her life has became more stable in daegu she’s slowly starting to feel and receive and learn how to allow herself for healthy ones but in the past she had a lot of fucked up ones due to miscommunication and her fear of commitment primarily. how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one? would they ever?: yes yes and yes. BUT aza is way more cautious about it because she’s very aware that usually its a one sided kind of fun where one person ends up falling harder than the other and being hurt. how important is sex to your muse?: i want to say she isn’t that shallow and it isn’t important but... it is, i think for aza its a way to feel things and immerse herself in those emotions without having to feel vulnerable at all but at the same time that only applies to good sexual partners. if not aza thinks sex is just...average at best, its not bad and its not mindblowingly good its just kind of nice for a while and then its done. what are their biggest turn on and turn offs?: OH LAWD, okay well turn on’s: neck biting, choking, broad physique, a lil bit of manhandling like yes slam her against the door and yes pin her down to the table and yes you can lift her and push her on the counter. turn offs: anything too weird like foot fetishes or watersports or something and doNT for the love of god pls don’t ever spank her, she will freak out, spankings are triggers for her big time. does your muse find it easy to make friends?: yeah i mean azami is pretty agreeable, she gets along with basically everyone. its hard for her to have enemies although she may have healthy rivals and frenemies there is never truly really any bad blood between azami and others. she likes to work through the kinks in relationships and she’s stubborn so she won’t give up on people without one hell of a fight. she even tends to stay friends with her ex’s because in her eyes they should be adult and able to wish each other well in their lives and be happy for one another without tension or awkwardness. how important is friendship to them?: considering that for aza her friends have been like her found and chosen family and her only real soulmate connection that runs truly deep in this world is ivy emotionally speaking i think friendship is the most important thing in the world to azami. quantity or quality of friends?: 100% quality of friends how important is family?: suprisingly although azami’s family are trash and can rot she does find them important and she always will love them and she always will wish that her dad was proud of her. also even though she hates that her brother kind of shadows her and makes bad choices bc of it and she shoulders the blame a lot of the time he is the center of her world and she would do anything for him. she hates the fact she couldn’t be there for him the way she wanted growing up and protect him as much as she’d have liked are they close to their family? why or why not ?: hnhh i mean this one is obvious but no she isn’t close to her family. she did not fit the mold of prim and perfect princess who does as daddy says and knows her place without question even if its wrong. her mother simply shut her out as a way to cope with the fact aza wouldn’t pretend like she would. its also to do with the fact that she had aza far too young and didn’t get a chance to live her own life as she constantly made sacrifices for her and to keep the family together but aza doesn’t know so much about all of that.

FAVORITES

activity: reading animal: cats and she likes chinchilla’s beverage: strawberry smoothies and vanilla and honey milkshakes book: milk and honey by rupi kaur color: pastel pink and mustard yellow designer: ralph laurent food: coq au vin and churro’s flower: wisteria gem: garnet holiday: valentines mode of transportation: car or cycling movie: burlesque musical artist: lana del rey quote / saying: l'avoir c'est avoir les étoiles scenery: starry nights in flower covered fields, bright days in quiet secluded peach orchards and strawberry farms. scent: jasmine weather: sunny but with a light breeze vacation destination: bali

ATTITUDES

greatest dream: fashion designer of haut couture dresses greatest fear: letting down her family and loved ones most at ease when: in a quiet cafe getting work done, having a movie night cuddled up with jinae,dae and the cats, shopping and spending time with ivy doing anything really, looking at art or reading poetry in the sunshine. least as ease when: facing unwanted advances, having phone calls with her family, facing a tight deadline with a heavy workload. worst possible thing that could happen: losing the opportunity to be a parent because she’s too afraid of messing her kids up the way she was and losing the chance to be happily married and living alone forever because she can’t open up to someone on that level of vulnerability. biggest achievement: modelling for some lesser known brands and being included in photography shootings for freelance friends. opening up her flower shop and balancing two other jobs as well as her education. being invited to attend some fashion shows by having some designer connections biggest secret: azami doesn’t really like to keep secrets so there isn’t anything scandalous other than the fact that at one point when she was younger she had a slight crush on dae and if anything that’s just laughable to them now so she doesn’t really give it much thought. top priorities: work, coming up with new innovative and fresh ideas for all of her work and not only dedicating herself to her study of and love of fashion, making time for her friends no matter how busy she gets, remembering to go easy on herself and allow herself to take breaks and vacations.

#daegu:task #if u read all of this god bless u and ur crops may u have a fruitful harvest

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justsomebucky · 7 years

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Clueless

Summary: Movie AU. Inspired by Clueless - A high society boy and a do-gooder-type girl find love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 8,328 (*Cher voice* WHATEVER)

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of aggressive behavior, a (non-armed) robbery, drinking, oh, and mean people really freaking suck

A/N: I was going to post this in parts, but the deadline is fast approaching. This is for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s “Tay’s AU Movie Writing Challenge.” Sorry if you’re disappointed, I never follow the movie plots exactly. Clueless was a lot harder to write than I thought!

As the driver pulled the car over to the curb, he turned to look at you with a smile. “We’ve arrived at the Barnes residence, Miss.”

You glanced out of the darkened window at the swanky New York apartment building. Inside, countless apartments filled with super rich people were living their super rich lives, basically ignoring everyone else’s problems in the world.

The mere idea made you uncomfortable and more than a little cranky.

There was nothing wrong with the Upper East Side. In fact, it was home to a lot of beautiful landmarks, and a lot of history.

But it was also home to someone you found to be more annoying than a common housefly: James Buchanan Barnes. Most people who knew him personally called him Bucky. Even his nickname annoyed you.

To be fair, you weren’t from the Upper West Side. No, you lived in a cozy apartment in Brooklyn with your mom, one you downgraded to after your father passed away. It was your father who knew Bucky’s father; they had grown up together and were practically brothers. That meant that you were supposed to treat Bucky like family.

As if!

“Thank you very much!” You opened the door and carefully stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“You’re quite welcome.”

A chill ran down your spine. That wasn’t the driver’s voice.

You turned around and glared as the man himself appeared out of nowhere, a ridiculous smirk on his face as he put his hands in his overpriced pants pockets.

It was easy to see why all these rich girls (and a lot of not-so-rich girls, too) threw themselves at Bucky. He was classically handsome: perfect brown hair, deep blue-grey eyes, and a jawline that looked so chiseled he would fit right in at the Guggenheim.

The only problem was, he knew how rich and how handsome he was, and he flaunted it.

“I wasn’t thanking you,” you muttered, moving past him as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m not even here to see you. I’m here because-“

“Because my dad asked you to come to dinner, I know.” He smirked, falling into step beside you. “But this time it’s not on Sunday, it’s on a Friday. Why do you think that is?”

A doorman opened the door for you both, nodding a greeting as you made your way into the lobby.

“I don’t know, Bucky. I haven’t seen him since spring break, and I’m kind of ditching my finals study group for this, so I hope-“

“It’s for me,” he interrupted again, grinning at you like a Cheshire cat. “I made Dean’s List at Columbia again.”

“Who’d you bribe this time?” you asked, rolling your eyes as a woman in the lobby blew him a kiss. “Because I’ve seen your Instagram, Buck, and you definitely haven’t been studying.”

He’d actually been spending most of his time making all his followers (except you, of course) swoon with videos from the gym that his personal trainer, Don, took every session.

The two of you moved to the elevator, where Bucky pushed the button for his floor.

“I’ll have you know, I did a lot of extra credit this semester. I’ve been tagging along with my dad for some internship credits, too.”

“Makes sense now. Why would you go out and find your own job when you could have your daddy coddle you?”

Bucky frowned for the first time since he met you at the sidewalk. “I’m holding my own.”

“Sure. If you ever did anything that wasn’t for selfish reasons I’d die of shock.”

“That’d be reason enough for me.”

Thankfully, the door opened, and you walked into the foyer, careful to avoid anything that looked like it might cost an entire year’s tuition at NYU.

This apartment was immaculate, with classic architecture and a white and platinum theme (Bucky’s mom Winnie, an interior designer, hated gold…said it was so over), and countless ornamental additions. The chandeliers alone were worth more than your life…times three.

“There she is!”

George Barnes came around the corner looking gruff as ever, but you knew better. Even as an intimidating litigator, George and his wife were always kind to you.

“Hi, George,” you greeted him with a smile, trying not to wince as he offered you a quick hug and a back-slap. “Thank you for having me over.”

“I haven’t seen you since April, Y/N, you’re taller than I remember. Bucky, doesn’t she look taller?”

Bucky’s eyes dragged over your form once. “I don’t know, Dad. Altogether, I’d say she’s maybe a Brooklyn seven or something.”

George waved a hand at him, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him. You’re smart and lovely. You’ve grown up to be everything your dad would have wanted.”

“Yes, Y/N, you’re the pride of New York. Tell me again what major you were aiming for?” Bucky gave you an evil look, knowing fully that his father would never approve.

You looked at George. “I was thinking about maybe declaring for social work.”

He came to a full stop, blinking at you in confusion. “Why? Do you want to have a miserable, frustrating life?”

“Oh, that will happen either way, Dad,” Bucky chimed in, looking pleased with himself.

George’s dark eyes slid to his son’s face. “And at least she has direction, James.”

“Hey, I have direction,” he protested.

“Yeah, toward every gold digger in Manhattan,” you muttered under your breath.

“He changes his mind daily, don’t listen to him.” George shook his head at you, motioning for you to follow once more. “Come on, let’s eat already. I have a meeting soon.”

You turned and stuck your tongue out at Bucky before moving to follow George. You knew it wasn’t very mature, but he could be a little nicer.

Anyways, you sure as hell weren’t there to celebrate him.

Dinner went well, except for the fact that Winnie was apparently off at some kind of social event, so you didn’t even get to see her. George and Bucky kept answering their cell phones, George because of work, and Bucky because of his latest flavor of the week.

What an unlucky, desperate lady she must be.

You excused yourself not long after they began their marathon phone calls, insisting that you had to get back to your dorm, so George had his driver come back for you. Without even saying goodbye to Bucky, you made your way back to NYU’s campus and back to the sanctuary of the dorm room you shared with absolutely no one.

Your original roommate had dropped out her first week, citing her anxiety in a big city like New York as being too overwhelming for her to pass any classes. She was originally from somewhere out west, and she told you things were slower, calmer there.

Whatever. That sounded like an excuse to you.

You were due to get a new roommate soon, but in the meantime, you enjoyed the solitude. The room was modest but comfortable, and you loved the entire campus.

So what if it wasn’t Columbia? Who cared, really, anyways? No one gave a crap where you went to school if you didn’t have the right last name or a sizeable bank account. You were going to have to prove yourself in the workforce either way once you graduated.

Not everyone had it as easy as Bucky, after all.

NYU was also home to your best friend in the whole world, Sam Wilson. Sam was incredibly popular on campus, but he never let it go to his head. He and his girlfriend were relationship goals, and you always found yourself envious of how in love they were, of how much they respected each other.

Between Sam, his friend Steve Rogers, and one of their frat buddies Brock Rumlow, you always seemed to be dragged to this sports bar or the next. Every time you tried to take homework or a book with you, Sam would roll his eyes and tell you to have fun.

You knew how to have fun. It wasn’t like you were sitting back alone at the dorm, right?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Sam was texting you, right on time.

There’s someone in your room.

Very funny. I’m almost there.

No, I’m here too, but I mean someone who isn’t me. It’s a new girl.

That meant that your new roommate had arrived sooner than expected.

“Damn.” You pressed dial and didn’t even wait for Sam to reply once he answered. “What’s she like?”

“Uh, she’s got long red hair, heavy makeup, and a thick accent. Says her name is Wanda.”

“I’m almost there. Keep her entertained. Don’t leave me.”

“She seems nice,” he informed. “Give her a chance.”

“I wasn’t planning on shunning her, Sam. Anyways, I’m in the elevator. See you soon.”

Sam was right. Wanda had a thick Eastern European accent, since that was where she was originally from. She came to NYU for school after her parents moved her to the US. She also wore a long jacket and lots of layers, even though it was unseasonably warm in New York.

After you and Sam helped her unpack, Sam told you both about a party happening off campus.

“It’s at Brock’s apartment.”

“I don’t know,” you mused, looking over at Wanda. “Is that how you want to spend your first Friday night in the city? At some crappy apartment party?”

“It might be fun,” Wanda answered, shrugging a little. “I would like to get to know people.”

Sam stood, clapping his hands together. “Good. Let me call Steve and we’ll go.”

The idea of a party there made you feel a little uneasy. It wasn’t that Brock hung out with a bad crowd, but he definitely wasn’t the type of person you’d actively seek out for friendship. Then again, you trusted Sam and Steve.

You sighed. “Fine, let’s go. And Wanda, you’re gonna want to change…”

The party was pretty typical for a jock to throw. There were keg stands in one corner, beer pong in the other…and some terrible dancing to terrible music in between.

As soon as you got there, you grabbed Wanda and went to the makeshift bar to pour your own drinks.

“Can’t be too careful,” you warned her as you handed her a red cup filled with rum and coke.

“Careful about what?”

“What you drink here. It hasn’t happened to me before, but I never take a drink that wasn’t made right in front of me. It’s just safer, in case someone slips something into the cup.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened in realization as she glanced down at the drink. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s see who we know here and mingle before we find a good spot.”

“That’s not easy, I only know who we came to the party with. Oh, and that guy.”

She pointed to a tall dude in the corner, who happened to be wearing guyliner and lots of magenta.

You scrunched your nose a little, trying to place the face. “Him?”

“Yes, he is in my Intro to Psychology class. His name is Vision. He asked me out this morning but I told him I wasn’t ready to date yet.”

“Vision? What a name,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know about that guy, Wanda. Why don’t you try one of Sam’s friends first? How about…”

You pondered it over. Steve was already seeing an upperclassman named Peggy. Their friend Tony was already seeing your friend Pepper, thanks to some really well-timed matchmaking on your part.

That really only left Brock. Oh, completely hopelessly single Brock. You looked over at him as he chugged a beer and then burped loudly, throwing his arms in the air in some unknown victory.

Would you really do that to Wanda?

Brock had connections. He could get her into any society she wanted at NYU, and his parents could probably get her any job she wanted in any field, that’s how well-known and influential they were.

She could at least use him as a starting off point, if nothing else. That settled it.

“Wanda,” you said loudly over the music. “Come on, let me introduce you to Brock. I think you’ll like him.”

About an hour later, Wanda was still sitting beside Brock and drunkenly giggling at most everything he said. You were on the other side of her in the middle of the long couch, still sipping your drink and trying to avoid eye contact with any of the guys from Brock’s frat house. Steve sat beside you, then Sam on his left.

“Hey Y/N,” Brock called out, leaning across Wanda’s lap. “Let’s play a drinking game?”

“I’m not drunk enough for that,” you told him, nodding at Wanda. “But she might play?”

“Actually, it’s probably better if the party’s over. It looks like some of the guys are passing out,” Steve commented, shaking his head. “I’m going to go see if anyone needs to crash somewhere.”

Brock and Sam stood up and followed him wordlessly.

The second they left, Wanda turned to you and grinned, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “He is very cute.”

“He’s all right if he doesn’t open his mouth,” you shrugged, looking away. “We should probably head out, anyways. Do you think you can walk home?”

“Yes.” Wanda stood up and wobbled a bit, nearly falling over until Steve caught her and held her up.

“How about we get you back to my girlfriend Peggy’s at least? You can crash there until morning. Her apartment isn’t far.” Steve looked at you. “Will you be okay getting home?”

You were about to open your mouth when Brock rejoined the group. “I’ll walk her back,” he offered, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

Your eyes slid to Steve’s in protest, but he didn’t seem pick up on your discomfort. “I…um…”

“Fair enough. Y/N, I’ll tell Sam you left. He was helping some of the drunks home.”

“O-okay,” you said meekly, turning to grab your bag. “See you tomorrow, Wanda.”

The walk home with Brock was just as ridiculous as you expected. He was always trying to put his arm around you, no matter how many times you moved away from him. There was only so much space on the sidewalk.

“I knew it,” he said when you were about halfway home.

You weren’t sure what he was on about; no one had said anything in at least a block. There were still several blocks to go, and you couldn’t wait to climb into your bed – alone. Your feet hurt, and the one drink you’d had was giving you a headache already.

“Knew what?”

“Knew that you wanted me.” Brock moved closer, his arm sliding down to your waist.

Your eyes widened and you pulled away. “Stop it, Brock! I don’t want you. You’re super drunk and imagining things.”

“Is that so?” He stopped and grabbed your wrists, holding you in place, his dark eyes wild and glassy from his many drinks. “Is that why you agreed to be alone with me? I knew you were flirting with me all night, so I figured this would be our chance to-“

“I was so not flirting with you all night! As if,” you said angrily, trying to free your wrists from his grasp. “Leave me alone!”

“Fine!” Brock threw your arms down, his laugh booming around the sidewalk as passersby glanced but hurried on their way. He was a big dude, and you seriously doubted someone would come to your rescue.

“Fine,” you repeated, turning on your heels to leave him in the dust.

“Where you going, princess? Gonna walk the scary streets of New York by yourself at night?”

“Yes!” You kept marching forward, tugging your bag a little closer to you.

“Good luck,” he called out behind you.

You didn’t bother to look back, but realized after one block you weren’t exactly sure which way you were going. You were just about to pull your phone out of your pocket to call a Juno when you heard footsteps behind you.

“Give me your bag,” a voice snarled. “And I won’t hurt you.”

All that was in the bag was some makeup and about ten bucks. Your dorm ID was in your pocket with your phone.

“Here, take it and please go.” You held the bag out to the guy, whose face you couldn’t even see, and he grabbed it and ran the other direction down an alley.

There was no one around to help you as you shook so hard you had to sit on the curb. You did the only thing you could think, called the one person who had the resources to come help you.

With your hands still shaking, you found his contact and pushed call.

“What do you want, Y/N? I’m on a date with this super hot chick from-“

“Bucky,” you interrupted frantically, not caring about whatever he was saying. “I was at a party, and I was walking home and the guy that was walking with me tried to grab me, and I-“

“Whoa, slow down, where are you? Who tried to grab you?”

“Can you just come get me? My roommate is staying in Midtown tonight, and I’m sitting here on the curb and this guy robbed me and took my bag, and-“

“The same guy? What the hell, Y/N?”

“No, a different guy.” You hated that your voice was tearing up. “Please just come get me? Or have your driver get me?”

“Where are you?”

You told him the name of the street, and the name of the store that you currently had your back to.

“I’ll be there in two minutes. Don’t move.”

Bucky’s car arrived right at the two minute mark, just like he promised. Before the car even stopped, Bucky jumped out and hurried over to you as you stood.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, eyes trailing over your face and arms. He reached for your hands, eyes darkening as the both of you realized that two ugly bruises now circled your wrists.

“I’m fine, Bucky, I just want to go back to my room,” you said softly, shaking your head. “I have to be up early to volunteer at the kid’s theater, I shouldn’t have even gone out…”

“You aren’t going back to campus yet,” he said sternly, shaking his head. “Not if your roommate isn’t going to be there. Come on.”

Bucky placed a hand at the small of your back, gently leading you to the car. Bucky climbed in first, and it wasn’t until he stopped in the middle of the seat that you realized his date for the night was on the other side of him.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your date,” you said softly, shutting the door and trying to make yourself as seem as small as possible.

“It’s fine,” Bucky said, patting your hand gently. “Natasha and I were just driving around anyways.”

“That’s not true.” Her deep voice cut through the darkness and made you cringe. “We were on our way to see a showing of Hamilton.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I can pay for the missed tickets.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bucky chided with a small smile. “It’s no big deal, I’ll just get new ones. We can go another night.”

“Are you sure?” He was right, of course. He would just buy new ones like it was nothing, even though to you they would be a small fortune.

His eyes softened. “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry about it, you’ve got other stuff to worry about.”

“To thine own self be true, after all, right? Hamlet said that, by the way,” Natasha said coolly, turning to look out the window. You could tell she meant to be snide about it, but you weren’t about to keep your mouth shut to help her.

“Actually, Hamlet didn’t say that.”

You glanced over at Bucky, watching as he tried to bite back a chuckle. You knew he liked the play as much as you did, but he had bigger stakes in keeping quiet.

“Um, I think as a theatre major I know Shakespeare better than you.” Natasha gave you a condescending smile.

Oh, so that’s how this girl was going to be. Two could play this game.

“Well, I know Oscar Isaac better than you, and Hamlet didn’t say that. That Polonius guy did.”

Now Bucky didn’t bother to hide his grin as he stared straight ahead.

Natasha gave him a dirty look and turned back to the window. You knew he was in trouble now for laughing at her, but as the car dropped her off at Juilliard, you were glad to be rid of her for the night.

You watched from afar as he followed her down the path, until she turned around and accepted an embrace from him.

Blech.

When he came back inside the car, you made a face. “Sorry about that.”

Bucky offered you a reassuring look. “Don’t even worry about it. You’ve had a rough evening, let’s just go relax.”

A comfortable silence filled the car for the next block until the driver pulled to the curb again.

“Hey, Y/N?” Bucky turned to look at you with tired eyes. “Just make sure that you stay away from this Brock douche, okay?”

“Trust me,” you said, reaching for the door handle. “I have no desire to see that guy’s face ever again.”

The night was chilly, so you were glad to be somewhere comfortable. Bucky waited for you, then the two of you made your way inside.

What a difference a day makes. You felt nothing but grateful for the person beside you, a guy you’d known since you first could walk and talk.

“Thank you again, Bucky,” you said quietly, shuffling into the elevator.

“It’s good to have a brother type nearby, I guess,” he joked, pressing the button as he moved to stand beside you.

You both stared at the digital number as it increased for each floor. “You are not like a brother to me, Bucky, not even remotely. More like an annoying neighbor.”

“You live nowhere near me, though?”

“It’s the same feeling of familiarity.”

“Ah. Got it.”

You gave him a sideways glance. “You don’t think of yourself that way, do you?”

“What, as a brother?” He rubbed his neck. “No.”

Whatever words you were about to say died on your lips as the doors opened and his family’s penthouse came into view.

He gave you another smile before nodding his head toward the other room. “I’ll let the maid know to make up a room for you.”

“Thank you, Bucky. I really appreciate this.” You returned his smile.

“Anytime, Y/N.” With another nod, he turned and wandered away. Whatever else the two of you had to discuss would have to wait until morning.

Bucky became super overprotective almost immediately. He walked you to your volunteer group the next morning, even though it was all the way in Midtown.

You had decided early on to spend whatever time you had left on the weekends working with a children’s theater troupe. You helped them with makeup and costumes, and sometimes filled in for rehearsals when the professionals who ran the group were strapped for time.

The kids were all super cute and really grateful. Most of them went to inner city schools with depleted arts programs, and the looks on their faces when they got to perform made every single hour of your time so worth it.

“I get wanting to help kids, but why did you pick theater?” Bucky asked as he glanced around the room.

The space had been donated on the weekends by a couple as affluent as Bucky’s parents, so it met his approval right away, at least aesthetically.

“I mean, it’s New York. What better place? These kids need creativity, they need a way to express themselves. Not all of them will continue with acting or singing or whatever, but at least it gives them a chance, you know? It’s a chance to do something other than mope around or watch television.”

“You mean like you did growing up?” He looked at you, the corner of his mouth lifting a little.

You glanced away. “Whatever. I have to get started. Thank you again, Bucky.”

“Sure. Do you need anything else?”

“Do you think you could swing by my dorm and check on Wanda, make sure she made it home okay?”

“I can do that,” he nodded, putting his hands in his pockets again.

A little kid came up to him and put her hands on her hips. “Are you in costume?”

Bucky made a face at you before looking back at the little girl. “No. This is a very expensive designer suit.”

“It looks like a costume,” she insisted, taking a step closer to him. “It’s shiny.”

“It’s just a suit.”

“Says who?”

“Hugo Boss.”

“I don’t know him,” she replied very seriously. “Do you think he would help Y/N make costumes?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Bucky’s expression before intervening. “Kayleigh, Bucky here has to be on his way. Neither he nor Hugo can help with costumes, okay? They’d put me out of a job.”

“Oh. Okay, Miss Y/N!”

With one last wave to Bucky, you followed Lucy to get started for the day.

The kids were wild all the way into late afternoon, and all you wanted to do was eat, take a hot shower, and go to bed. Some fun Saturday night you were going to have!

What you weren’t expecting was to see Bucky at your dorm still in the early evening hours, playing a card game with Wanda. There was a pizza box open on her bed, and the two of them were sitting on the floor playing what appeared to be go fish.

They both looked up at you in surprise.

“Hey, you’re back,” Bucky said, sitting up with cards still clutched in his hand. “I was keeping Wanda company.”

“I can see that,” you said, your voice a little more harsh than you intended. You tore your eyes away from them and set your stuff down on your desk chair. He had obviously been there for a while. “Having fun?”

“Bucky is the best, why did he not go to the party with us?” Wanda asked, grinning at him.

You shrugged, looking toward your closet to grab your robe and a change of clothes. “Bucky’s not an NYU kind of guy.”

“That’s not true, I’m flexible,” he flirted, grinning at Wanda.

She giggled again. “I think I would like to see what Columbia is like some time.”

It took all your strength not to roll your eyes. You had to give her the benefit of the doubt, since she was so new, and Bucky was really charming.

Wait, what?

You shook it off, moving to go toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower.”

“Don’t you want some pizza, first? There’s a lot leftover,” Bucky offered.

He was even slumming it with pizza? What the hell was this? Did Bucky like Wanda now? Was she his new conquest?

“No thank you. I’m not hungry.” You moved further away, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“You haven’t eaten today, though. Have some pizza.”

“No thank you, Bucky. I appreciate you checking on Wanda for me,” you added, more for your own benefit, though Wanda didn’t seem to catch on at all. She was still making heart eyes at Bucky. “But I’m just going to shower and go to bed. You two can… do whatever.”

Without another glance, you marched into the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

You spent extra time drying your hair before you finally emerged from the bathroom in a pair of old yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. Bucky was nowhere to be found and neither was Wanda, but the pizza was still sitting there, so you reached in and ate a slice.

So maybe you were hungry. Whatever.

Did Bucky like Wanda? And did Wanda suddenly like Bucky? Not that you wanted her to like Brock anymore, god no, he was a shit human being…but still…Bucky?

What happened to that Vision guy? What happened to Natasha?

The pizza tasted awful, and you dumped the rest of the slice into the garbage. The thought of Wanda and Bucky was making you sick, and you felt like you needed some fresh air, so you grabbed your keycard and made your way to the roof where some of you had placed lawn chairs for moments like this.

As you stared up into the cloudy sky, you went over everything in your head. The last crush you’d had, a music major named Lucas, turned out to be interested in men. After that, you’d sort of given up on finding someone on campus. Your best bet was the millions of other people in this city.

You had so many options.

Wanda had so many options, so why did she need to pick Bucky?

You could still picture them in your head, sitting on the floor of your dorm room smiling and flirting. Blech.

Bucky was a nice guy. He deserved someone better than Wanda…someone to make fun of him and keep him grounded. He deserved someone to make sure he used his money and influence for good and not evil. He deserved someone who would be good to him and love him.

Someone like…

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. How could this be?

You loved Bucky.

You were completely, utterly, totally in love with James Buchanan Barnes.

When the hell had that happened?

The frown on your face deepened as you tried to reason it out.

He’d just always been there. You never really thought that any of the girls he dated were good enough for him, come to think of it, but they never lasted long enough to pose any sort of problem or get in the way of your relationship with Bucky.

So why did the idea of Wanda wanting him after such a short time make your stomach churn?

This would never do. How would you act around them now, especially if they started seeing each other? He always did have a thing for accents.

This just wouldn’t work. You needed a way out of this situation, fast.

You stood up with a new determination, though utterly unsure of how you were going to act around him now.

It was time to figure out what you truly wanted.

Another week went by with little to no explanation from Wanda for where she and Bucky had gone that night. In fact, nothing much happened except going to class and studying.

She did, however, show you a beer bottle cap she’d taken from Brock’s party that reminded her of him. She had kept it that night after he’d opened another drink for her, thinking that he was showing interest, but now she was throwing it away to prove she was over it.

You felt guilty because you had suggested him, not realizing what a douche he was. Even Sam and Steve had backed off of being his friend after you told them what happened.

Of course, now that Wanda was known around campus after hanging out with you and Sam, she became more popular (though mostly because Sam was popular). Everyone wanted to be friends with the mysterious Eastern European beauty who was last seen with the rich and elusive Bucky Barnes.

Wanda approached you that Saturday, right before your next rehearsal with the volunteer group, to tell you she was so over Brock, and wanted to go see Vision’s music gig that night in Brooklyn. Since you were from there, she figured you would be willing to go with her.

All the contemplation, all the anxiety you’d put yourself through since catching Bucky in your dorm room hanging out with Wanda…it was all for nothing.

Relief flooded you at the thought of her being interested in her first campus crush. Of course, not because she wasn’t actually into Bucky. No, you just genuinely wanted her to be happy.

And if it was with someone who wasn’t Bucky, then great.

That was just great.

“I’d love to go,” you told her sincerely. “I heard he’s really talented.”

The grin she gave you in return set your mind at ease even more. Wanda was totally head over heels for this Vision guy.

Where did that leave you and Bucky, though? Was there even a ‘you and Bucky?’

You shook off the thought, since you hadn’t heard from Bucky in a week either. Your new plan to confront your feelings and ask him how he felt fizzled out as soon as you left the roof last Saturday night.

It was fine, whatever. You had to focus, anyways.

Finals were fast approaching. You had studying and volunteering to worry about. The kids were counting on you to help with their play that one of older kids, a talented boy named Peter from Queens, had written himself.

It was the story of a regular guy and girl, who just so happened to be secret superheroes who fought bad guys side by side. It was really creative, and the kids were having so much fun. You couldn’t wait for opening night.

As you arrived to the venue, you were met with the worried faces of two of the other adult volunteers.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting your bag down on the closest chair.

Clint, the leader of the charity, shook his head. “We’ve run out of funding, Y/N. The group has to decide between our theater trip and keeping this production on.”

The theater trip had been your suggestion. You wanted them to see a real live Broadway play, and then maybe use any leftover funds to visit art museums or the opera. Now, all of that was going down the drain.

“You can’t cancel either of them! They’re counting on us,” you protested, feeling your stomach drop. These kids didn’t deserve this at all. “They’re looking forward to both.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. You could tell he was torn up about it, too. “We just can’t afford both.”

“Well, you’re still doing the play, though, right?”

Clint nodded. “They’re too far in to cancel now. Opening night is next week.”

Thank goodness for that.

“So what if I found a way to raise some money? We could hold a bake sale or something? I could go around campus to the theatre department and see if they’d be willing to dona-“

“We tried calling our donor sheets, Y/N. It’s too late. It’s not going to work out for this year. In fact, we’re lucky we aren’t shutting us down completely. We can start fundraising for next year, though.”

You nodded, looking away to the stage where kids were milling about, waiting for the group leaders to begin final rehearsals. Tears stung your eyes and you willed yourself to not get emotional in front of them.

Life just wasn’t fair, was it? There were so many people out there who had more money and opportunities than any person could need in a lifetime, and these kids couldn’t even have the arts in their lives without some sacrifices.

You straightened your posture and blinked the tears from your eyes before making your way over to the stage.

The leaders decided not to tell the kids about the change of plans. They didn’t want them to be upset before the big show next Saturday, and you sort of saw their point.

Unhappy actors would make for an unhappy show, and Peter and the kids all deserved to show off their hard work to the best of their abilities.

You trudged back to your dorm, ignoring calls from Sam and Steve along the way. Wanda also tried to text you a couple times, but you read them without replying.

Tonight was Vision’s show in Brooklyn, and you really weren’t up for going, but you weren’t about to break your word to your roommate.

By the time you got to your dorm to change, you realized that everyone had gathered there to wait for your arrival.

“Why do you look like someone kicked a puppy in front of you?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at you. His girlfriend hit his shoulder lightly.

“I’m fine,” you countered, moving in between bodies to your closet. “I just didn’t expect all of you to be in here.”

“Sorry,” Peggy said, grabbing Steve’s hand and dragging him into the hall. “We’ll wait in the lobby for you.”

“Bucky’s getting a limo to take us to Brooklyn,” Wanda said excitedly. “I’ve never been in a limo before.”

“Wait,” you said, turning to look at her. “Who invited Bucky?”

“I did!” She grinned at you. “He stopped by looking for you earlier, and I told him we were all going out tonight and that he should come, too.”

Great…just great. That was not the environment you wanted to be in when confronting him about…things.

You changed quickly and freshened your makeup just in time for Wanda to announce that the limo had arrived. As you made your way to the limo with the others, you decided to situate yourself as far from Bucky as possible.

The ride was short and sweet to the Brooklyn venue, where your group piled out of the limo and wandered inside. Wanda had secured VIP access through Vision, even though his band was only locally a big deal, so you made your way to that area and immediately got a drink.

Much to your surprise (and relief), Tony and Pepper were there sitting already, so you sat beside them, dragging Sam and his girlfriend with you to fill up the other seats.

The band was pretty good. They sounded like a cross between The Killers and Harry Style’s solo stuff, and you were pretty impressed by Vis’ talent. You got so into the music that you didn’t notice when Sam and his girlfriend got up from the table, leaving the chair next to you wide open for intruders.

So of course, Bucky sat down.

“Hey,” he said loudly, leaning over. “Good band, huh?”

“Yeah,” you replied, not bothering to look at him.

Oh my god, you were so uncomfortable! How could you look at him the same now? Was your crush really real or were you just lonely?

Besides, he’d totally reject you. You weren’t rich, weren’t fancy and going to an Ivy League school…you weren’t exotic, weren’t used to the finer things in life and you didn’t run on aesthetic and cucumber water.

What would you possibly have in common with him to make him interested in you?

Or worse, maybe he was lying before…maybe he really did see you as a sister?

“Are you avoiding me?” Bucky asked finally, turning his whole frame toward you. “Did I do something, or…?”

Shit.

“No,” you replied immediately, looking at him for the first time all night. His eyes were wide and serious, staring at you like you were the only one in the room, and you could practically feel yourself begin to sweat under the intense scrutiny.

“After you found me at your dorm the other night, you started avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you Bucky.”

“Wanda just gave me a tour around some parts of NYU after we left. She mostly talked about that guy,” Bucky said, nodding at the stage where Vis was currently head-banging his little heart out.

“Great. That’s not why I’m preoccupied.” It was only a half-lie, and you could live with that.

“Then what’s the matter with you? You’re acting weird.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing…it’s just…” Your mind raced as you tried to find an excuse. There was only one other thing that was wrong right now. “The kids I volunteer with can’t go to the play they wanted.”

Bucky sat back, surprise on his features. “Why?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m working on something.” You offered him a small smile, thinking quickly to distract him. “Anyways, I saw your Instagram post. Don’s really working you to death lately, isn’t he?”

If there’s anything Bucky could go on and on about, it’s exercising.

This time, though, he merely shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Great. Your one fallback topic failed miserably.

The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence until Sam and his girlfriend returned to the table, forcing Bucky to return to his seat.

The two of you didn’t discuss anything again that night.

The next morning, you were expecting to sleep in until at least noon. That was your only day to rest, and you usually looked forward to it. However, Wanda and your friends had other ideas.

Wanda shook your shoulder over and over again, until you rolled on your back and opened your eyes to glare at her.

“What, Wanda, what? It’s Sunday! Let me sleep.”

“You are not going to want to miss this, Y/N, trust me.”

“Miss what?” You rubbed your eyes; they felt like someone had scratched them with sandpaper. “You’re not making any sense. It’s Sunday!”

There wasn’t much you didn’t want to miss on Sundays, to be honest. You hated Sundays. Never mind the fact that you weren’t having dinner with the Barnes family today.

“It’s already afternoon, Y/N, and your group leader, Clint, he has been trying to reach you but you slept through the call. There is a charity event, some kind of fundraiser he needs to help with today.”

That made you sit up. “A fundraiser? They never mentioned a fundraiser.”

She shrugged. “I got the instructions from him, they are on your desk when you’re ready.” Wanda grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I’m meeting Vis for brunch, I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” you mumbled, pushing your blanket off and swinging your feet to the floor to stand. You padded over to the desk and grabbed her note, eyes widening.

Fundraiser – Columbia University’s alumni center – 1PM

You grabbed your phone to check the time, feeling a surge of panic when you realized that you had thirty minutes to get ready and get there.

After a quick Juno ride, you managed to step into the alumni center less disheveled than you originally expected. Your eyes quickly found Clint’s…

…and Bucky’s.

Now it all made sense…the sudden event, the Columbia location, the loads of people milling around…

You didn’t bother to hide your surprise as you made your way over to them.

“Bucky?”

“Hey,” Bucky greeted cheerfully. “Glad you could make it.”

“What is all this?” You gestured around the room. “Is this because of you? How did you swing this so quickly?”

At least twenty tables were set up just for silent auction items, some of which you recognized as being Bucky’s own property. There was a face painting station for little kids, and a few food tables (from some pretty well-known places) had set up to sell hors d'oeuvres to the attendees.

Speaking of those in attendance, it wasn’t your typical event. There was a mix of people in street clothes and designer outfits, all here to support Clint’s organization.

Your eyes slid back to Bucky’s in question, but he just shrugged.

“You seemed so sad last night, Y/N, that I asked Sam what was wrong. When he told me, I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. I wanted to do something good for a good cause.”

Okay, something was going on. Maybe you never really woke up this morning...there was no way that James Buchanan Barnes was holding a charity function. No, the real Bucky was somewhere doing pull-ups with Don in $600 gym clothes. This couldn’t be right.

Clint provided some clarity, looking the most relaxed you’d seen him, ever. “Bucky here saved the program. Initial tallies just from this first fifteen minutes are more than we received for our entire fiscal year, Y/N. You should be proud of your friend for what he’s done to help these kids.”

Your wide-eyed gaze flickered back to Bucky’s face, though he was showing no pride or ego. His eyes were just full of serious concern as he looked around the room, as if making sure that everything was going well.

He caught you staring at him. “What? I care about the arts!”

You grinned at him, and were about to thank him again when someone you recognized from occasional Instagram posts sauntered up to Bucky.

“Hey man!”

“Hey, Chase,” Bucky said, shaking the other guy’s hand. “Thanks for coming out, man.”

The guy – Chase – shook his head, looking around the room. His bright gold watch looked stupid with his grey suit, in your opinion, but it could just be that you were getting bad vibes from him.

“I just came down to see what James Barnes was doing here slumming it for charity. I never would have thought I’d see the day.”

Oh geez. You were about to open your mouth when Bucky’s brows furrowed, his stance changing a little.

“Slumming it? Since when is helping kids in need ‘slumming it,’ Chase? Don’t you have a problem with the way these inner city schools are left behind?”

Chase chuckled. “If they were meant to have the wealth, they’d have it, James. Just like you have it and I have it.”

Bucky turned fully, arms crossing over his broad chest. “I have it because my dad has it, jackass, just like you. We were born into the privilege, the least we can do is help.”

In that moment, you honestly had never felt more proud of him. Bucky was growing as a person, and you got to be here to witness his incredible kindness.

“You’re just new money trash,” Chase sputtered, turning to look over his shoulder at you. “It’s because you hang around with Brooklyn trash, isn’t it? This is your influence? Why don’t you go back to your lesser borough?”

Bucky let his arms drop to his side as he got in the guy’s face. “What’s your problem, man? She’s a good person, just trying to help, which is more than I can say for you.”

Chase held his arms up in surrender. “When you’re done playing house with the help, you know where to find me,” he said, backing away before turning and exiting the center altogether.

Bucky was fuming, but you had quite a different reaction. You knew how much his place in society meant to him. You knew what pressure George and Winnie put on him to maintain that status.

“Bucky, I’m grateful to what you did here, but you don’t have to-“

“No,” he said, turning to you with flashing eyes. “Don’t even worry about it. That guy? He doesn’t matter. None of these people do unless they want to help.”

“I don’t want to ruin your reputation,” you said weakly. “Or make you lose friends over this.”

“People like that aren’t really friends, Y/N. Friends stand by each other…they care about each other.” Bucky’s fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to regain some calm. “They don’t act like that.”

You chewed on your lower lip nervously, unsure of what else to say.

“Besides, this is for you,” Bucky added softly. “I’m not completely unselfish here. It’s for the kids, sure, but it’s for you.”

“You don’t need to make me your charity case, Buck. I had things under control.”

“No, that’s not what…I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N. What I meant was…you make me want to be better, in whatever I do. You’re smart and beautiful, and you have the biggest heart…”

Your heart soared, and a little hope began to bloom. “You think all that about me?”

His blue-grey eyes widened. “You have to know you are, inside and out, just…perfect. But that’s not the only reason why I’m doing this. It’s a good character building experience for me…it’ll look good on resumes…it’s a good character building experience...for me....”

“You said that already,” you chuckled, moving closer to him. “But I get it. You’re doing this for the kids, mostly. That’s all that matters.”

“They are the only ones who need me,” he confirmed, looking down at his feet.

“That’s not true.”

He looked up again. “It’s not? Are you saying that…you need me?”

“Bucky,” you laughed, reaching over to shove his shoulder playfully.

That did it, though.

Bucky pulled you into his arms, moving you both out of sight from the rest of the charity attendees. Your breath was shallow as you stared at him, his expression as unsure as he’s ever looked in his life.

You knew what you had to do. Bucky was good at a lot of things, it turned out, but this whole change-of-relationship thing wasn’t one of them.

So you kissed him.

You leaned over and planted your lips on his, and the second you felt his hands cup your face as he kissed you back, you knew you were done for.

And anyone could probably guess what happened next…

AS IF!

You weren’t ready to move that fast, not yet.

Instead, you asked Bucky to be your date to the opening of the kids’ play. Wanda brought Vis, and the rest of your friend group came to show their support, too.

The play about the crime-fighting duo was entitled ‘The Unknowns,’ and the kids really gave it their all. The masked heroes saved a group of kids from bad people who were trying to quash any art or creativity, and the parallels to real life not lost on you at all.

When Peter came out on stage for his bow as author, you started the standing ovation, proud of all that he and his troupe had accomplished.

And when Clint insisted that you join him onstage, well, you’d never heard Bucky cheer that loud for anyone before.

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fanficimagery · 7 years

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Imagine being Niklaus’ best friend. He’s under the impression you have no idea who/what he truly is, but after an accident that leaves you hopped up on the good drugs.. everything just comes tumbling out (Part 1 of 3).

Klaus X Reader

Klaus is enjoying some much needed quiet time, painting in his studio and sipping on some bourbon. New Orleans has been calm for quite some time now and the Mikaelson family has finally found the peace they fought for, for so long.

His cell rings and after carefully setting down his paintbrush, he digs out the offending noise maker and answers it without so much as glancing at the caller ID. "This better be important."

"Um," the voice wavers. "May I speak to a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, please?"

He sighs. "Speaking."

"M-Mr. Mikaelson, hi. This is Charlene from the Tulane University Medical Center. Earlier today we received a patient by the name of Y/N Y/L/N-" His annoyance instantly vanishes and his attention is solely on the call in hand, "but we only just figured out her identity and you were listed as her emergency contact."

"Is she okay?" He asks, throat on the verge of closing. If anything happened-

"She's stable," Charlene tells him. "She was banged up pretty bad when she first came in, but we fixed what was broken and gave her some medicine for the pain."

Closing his eyes, Klaus pinches the bridge of his nose. "What happened?"

"Car accident, I'm afraid. Y/N was not at fault, so she unfortunately sustained the more serious injuries. Her left ulna was broken, as well as her left femur and a few ribs. She also received a nasty gash near her temple and smaller cuts due to glass shards spraying her."

"Bloody fool," he nearly snarls.

"She's in and out of consciousness as of right now, but I'm sure she'd love a familiar face when she fully wakens."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Klaus ends the call, shoving his phone back in his pocket. As he whirls around, he finds Elijah leaning against the door jamb. His brother opens his mouth, a smile playing around his lips, but Klaus cuts him off. "Not a word, brother."

But Elijah being Elijah, he just has to know. "A human, Niklaus? Since when do you care about one so much that she has you an emergency contact?"

Klaus growls. "That's none of your business." Elijah merely stands his ground and Klaus knows his brother well enough to know he won't let this go. "Fine. Follow me. I'll explain on the way."

Fuck distracted drivers is the first thing you think of as you wake once more. Everything feels achy and it feels like it takes you several long seconds just to blink your eyes open. Like slow motion.

"Y/N? Are you with me?" You feel pressure on your hand and you turn your hand to the voice, grinning dopily as you recognize your best friend. "Nicky."

He rolls his eyes even as his lips twitch. "Do you know where you are, love? You gave me quite the scare."

You nod and then wrinkle your nose and pain throbs behind your eyes. "Hell. I'm in hell."

There's a snort from the foot of you bed and you look there, eyes widening. "Nik. Nik!" You whisper shout. "Is that- is that the infamous, stick stuck up his arse brother you're always complaining about?"

Elijah suddenly scowls and Klaus looks like you’ve just betrayed him. "I see you're keeping your friend well informed, Niklaus."

You giggle. "He sounds so.. sophisticated. Even when he's on the verge of tearing you a new one."

"Shush, imbecile," Klaus growls before turning his attention to his brother and pasting on a friendly grin. "That insult was from before, brother. I can't help what Y/N chooses to remember you by. If anyone should be deserving of your annoyance, it's the brat laid up in bed."

"Dick," you mumble. Klaus smirks at you as you glare him, you then shifting uncomfortably in bed. Knowing you're hooked up to various wires, one supplying you with painkillers, you immediately search out the button that will give you more. Spotting a small remote just out of reach, you reach for it only for Klaus to snatch it from the bed. "Help me, I'm poor," you whine.

"Poor has nothing to with needing morphine, love. You're not scheduled for another dose this soon."

"Yeah? And how would you know, you curly-haired fuck. Give. Me. The. Juice."

Elijah snorts again, clearing his throat a second later to disguise his laughter and Klaus narrows his eyes at you. "Insult me all you want, sweetheart, but just know I will remember this even when you don't and will gladly make you pay for it when you're healed."

"Ooh. The big bad wolf is finally coming out to play now, huh?" His expression immediately hardens and Elijah stills, and you glance between then with a frown. "What? Was it something I said?"

"Brother?" Elijah says. "I thought you said she didn't know."

"She doesn't."

"She is right here," you scoff. "And know what? That you two go bump in the night? Pfft. Everyone knows." Elijah stands a little straighter, alarmed and his gaze darts to his brother. And Klaus, Klaus is staring at you as if he doesn't even know who you are. "Relax," you say, heaving a sigh. "I've known for while. You Mikaelson's are a bunch of drama queens and people in the Quarter talk."

The room goes eerily quiet, despite the beeping of the machines surrounding your bed.

Then eventually, Klaus schools his expression into something unreadable. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Hmm?" You hum and then realize what he's asking. "Oh. I don't know. The secret came out after a couple of weeks and sure I freaked, but you never attempted to kill me, so I didn’t care. You never said anything and I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable between us."

"And you're.. okay with this?" Elijah wonders.

You look at him and shrug. "Sure. I mean, Nik's not the first vampire I've met."

"What? Who.. and when?" Your best friend demands.

You coo at Klaus. "Aw, you still care."

"I do not."

"You do, too," you say, reaching to poke his cheek. He moves out of reach.

“Party pooper."

"Focus, Y/N. Who was the first vampire?"

"Oh," you chuckle. "Um. His name was Jerry. I dated him."

"What?!"

"Oh, don't get so judgy," you glower at Klaus. "It was a long time ago. Like.. high school long ago," you mumble. "I had a vampire phase at the time and so badly wanted to be one before I even know they existed. Probably had a death wish back then, too," you say, drifting off into your memories. "But then stuff happened and I met this other vampire- a girl vampire named Lexi. She opened my eyes to the abusive relationship I was in and helped me get out."

"And is this Jerry still alive?" Klaus seethes.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Klaus looks to be pondering something, so you look to Elijah- Elijah who's staring at you with his head cocked to the side. "Is that why you continue this friendship with my brother? In hopes that one day that he will turn you?"

"No way," you tell him. "Nicky's great company, despite the horror stories I've heard.. and he takes me to museums. I'm over that whole vampire phase. I just- I just want my friend. I could care less that he sprouts fangs and fur, and has a horrible temper. It's never directed at me, so I don't care. Much."

“You don't care..?" Klaus carefully asks.

You snort. "Nope. Nicky, please tell me that you had an inkling I knew? For fuck's sake, second hottest Mikaelson, I marathoned vampire and werewolf movies all the time!"

"Second hottest?" Elijah muses. "Pray tell who's the first."

"Your sister Freya," you say without missing a beat, then looking at Klaus who's lips are pursed in thought. "You're getting it now, aren't you?" You goofily smirk.

"I believe I am," he scowls and then sighs. "What am I going to do with you, Y/N? You're unbelievable."

"Lies. I know that you know that I know you think I'm adorable. I'm your favorite sista from another mista."

Klaus rolls his eyes, smirk forming as he looks up at you. "You've been misled." As you open your mouth to retort, he picks up the morphine remote you had forgotten about. "Oh, would you look at that. It's time for another dose." He presses the button and your body completely relaxes.

As you start dozing off again, you hear Elijah sigh irritably. "Was that really necessary?"

"Definitely," Klaus chuckles. "When she gets going, she really gets going."

"And yet you keep her around."

"Damn straight," you slur, your eyes closing.

"Indeed, brother," Klaus muses. "But now that she knows, it takes a load off my shoulders. I would have told her sooner or later, but now I need not."

"She really is your best friend," Elijah realizes.

And Klaus nods, staring at you as you drift off again. "She is."

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trishuang-blog1 · 7 years

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but i see a lighthouse in the distance calling my name ; but i can't get there 'til i go through all of this pain. there's a glimmer of hope like an exhale of SMOKE in the sky; and sometimes you drain out all the shit that used to feel right. ( empty swimming pools. )

general info

full name: tristan huang ( birth name: huang chen-jui)

nickname(s): most usually call him by his name or tris

gender & pronouns: cisgender male / he/him

sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual demiromantic

age & dob: twenty-three / august 23rd

birthplace/hometown: new york city, new york

parents/siblings: - timothy huang (†), father - lanhee huang, mother - michael huang, older brother

astrological sign: virgo

dominant hand: right

handwriting style: he’s got a heavy hand so his handwriting tends to come off rather dark with whatever tool he’s using. since he can write in both english and korean, just click the links and you can see an example of each!

language(s) known/spoken: english (first language), fluent in korean

religion: athiest

current living arrangements: he’s living in a two bedroom apartment, who he currently shares with minhyuk.

occupation/major: employed as the lead photographer for a local magazine, has a bachelors in digital photography

appearances

picture reference: 1, 2, 3, 4

blood type: a

nationality: american

skin tone/color: his skin tends to stay more on the fair side, but if you keep him outside long enough he’ll gain a lot more color and develop a darker tan than usual.

birthmarks & scars: n/a

height: 175 cm / 5′9″

build: lean, lightly toned, generally rather skinny

hair color: brown

hair length: it’s long enough to cover his forehead when his bangs aren’t styled but he keeps it trimmed and just short enough.

eye color: brown

eye shape: example

diet: tristan doesn’t really go out of his way to diet himself or limit himself on what he eats. he’s always been able to eat everything and anything and still not show it on his body. most of the time he’s eating fruits and noodles though, meats when he can afford them.

exercise & level of fitness: he used to work out more when he lived in the states, especially while in college, but hasn’t done so in awhile.

how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? he tends to be pretty controlled with his posture. most would look at the way he holds himself and see it as composed. the only time he’s ever slouching or slumping around is either at home or when he’s distracted on his computer editing (he tends to lean forward after awhile and get closer to the screen to focus better)

typical style of dress: very casual and comfortable. tristan hates being in any clothes that he can’t lounge around in for hours. has a big love of jean jackets. when he’s at home its the most casual he can get (aka probably a t-shirt or hoodie with shorts/boxers) but as for work he tends to actually try and dress with some kind of style. examples: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

body modifications: he’s got both his ears pierced. double lobe piercings on both as well as a cartilage on his right ear, that has a simple hoop in it. he’s also got a frenulum tongue piercing that he got when he lived in the states. he wears it daily and most don’t seem to notice it since it’s hidden.

body language and mannerisms

how does your muse walk? he tends to have a rather laid-back stride to the way that he moves. if his hands aren’t busy holding something (usually his camera or phone) then he’ll have them shoved in pockets or anything he can to not have them hanging down by his sides. he’s a bit of a fast walker as well without really meaning to be. most would think he’s in a rush most of the time!

how does your muse talk? he’s got a calm tone of voice almost always. tristan can’t even remember the last time he actually raised it or yelled at someone. when he’s speaking english he doesn’t even think twice about how he’s talking and tends to speak rather fast, but when he’s speaking in korean he’s a little slower and more paced, as if he’s making sure the words he’s saying are correct. there are a lot of ‘um’ and ‘uh’ that slip in between words when he starts struggling.

what accent/dialect does your muse talk with? he definitely has more of an americanized dialect when he speaks korean, and he has a bit of a new york accent when he speaks english as well.

how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet? his voice is kind of in the middle - probably a little more low than it is high, but his tone is always even and he’s never loud.

what is their laugh like? it’s lighter than his normal tone of voice. a bit more bubbly, giggly and energetic when he does it. he’s actually got multiple laughs and they all just kinda come out depending on how much a situation is actually funny to him. he’s also prone to laughing silently and using his entire body to show it when something is particularly funny to him! (honestly just look up vids of mark’s laugh and there you go bc that’s legit tristan’s laugh)

how does your muse typically smell? he’s actually a pretty clean person, but also doesn’t actively use things like colognes and what not unless its a special occasion. he uses a hair + body wash called “mahogany wood” that is described as fresh mahogany, bourbon vanilla and golden amber. so there you go i guess.

what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating? tristan is probably the least intimidating person you can meet. he comes off pretty quiet when people first meet him, although he’s nothing but kind and encouraging when you try to talk to him. he has an aura of gentleness to him that can affect those around him. once you get to know him though he’s still all of the things above just with a bit more of his quirky nature and sense of humor thrown into the mix.

psychology

what makes your muse happiest? he’s probably the happiest when he’s with other people whose company he enjoys. tristan, when by himself, can become a little caught up in nostalgia and get a little lost in his head. he’s a lot more forlorn when he’s alone, so when he’s with people whose energy can push that part of him away and make him smile, he’s genuinely happy to be with them. photography used to bring him happiness as well but his muse has wavered over the years due to the death of his father, but his heart still reaches for it when he needs to distract himself, and he’s sure he’ll find his happiness for it once more.

what upsets them the most? being shut out is probably the biggest thing that could upset tristan, that or being lied to, but even regardless of those two things its very hard for him to hold onto a grudge or stay angry. he was angry and bitter for far too many years in his past and because of the things that happened back then, he finds that he’s a little too eager to forgive sometimes, if anything to be a little easier on his heart. but when he’s upset it’s because his feelings genuinely got hurt. but most only have to talk to him and things get figured out.

does your muse have any quirks? he tends to bite his nails when he’s nervous or worried about something, he’ll also get lost in thought and end up with one of those wide-eyed, staring off into the distance expressions. he also has a habit of jiggling his leg when he’s trying to focus or very into his work and photo editing.

what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them? taking pictures, editing pictures, exploring new places, hanging out with friends, binge watching tv shows or marathoning movies, learning and practicing his korean, trying out new places to eat. when tristan isn’t working he’s either at home lounging around or out with the multitude of friends that he has made. so he can hang out rather frequently.

do they have any guilty pleasures? tristan would be that person who would openly state that nothing that he enjoys is something he’d feel guilty about.

is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither? definitely an introvert.

do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence? tristan has never dealth with self-esteem issues. he’s never really been worried about what other people think about him and has kind of marched to his own drum while growing up (which had gotten him into some tricky situations but he learned from them), but he’s also not overly confident either. i guess the best word for it would be he’s comfortable with himself and how he looks and who he is.

are they easily stressed? how do they respond to stress? he’s not easily stressed but once he finally gets to the point of stressed, his anxiety gets triggered pretty easily and its hard for him to calm down from it all. but it’s doubtful that anyone would actually even be able to know when he’s stressed out because he won’t want to openly show that. he’ll figure it out on his own.

what is your muses worst fear? abandonment, being left by someone he cares deeply for. it used to be the ocean but you know, sometimes life changes that shit.

what is your muses biggest dream? tristan doesn’t have any big dreams. if someone were to ask him that question he’d be the embodiment of ???? because he wouldn’t know how to answer it. he’s never been a dreamer and it will probably stay that way for awhile.

is your muse an early riser? a night owl? definitely an early riser but he’ll stay up late as well regardless of how early he has to get up.

how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it? tristan is actually both very book smart as well as street smart. he did very well in school and had a natural ability to just pass tests with good grades and seem as though he barely studied for them, but it has more to do with his ability to retain information very well and just simply remember things. studying wasn’t ever an issue because he had to read through it once and then it all just clicked. he doesn’t outwardly acknowledge stuff like that though because there isn’t any point to it. he’s very good at remembering things. that’s legit the godsend that got him through schooling. as for street smarts, he liked to call it having common sense.

what is their sense of humour like? it doesn’t take much to make him laugh. honestly, it doesn’t. but he finds people with loud, energetic, and boisterous personalities to be naturally funny all on their own and he vibes well with them because of that. people with funny habits or personalities will make him laugh. he also finds sarcasm funny and any types of dry humor or witty commentary.

relationship tendencies

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic? his sexual orientation is bisexual, he has always been attracted to both sexes. his romantic orientation is demiromantic, meaning that tristan really does not develop feelings for people unless he knows them on a personal level where he’s connected emotionally. developing a ‘crush’ was practically unheard of for him. he either had no feelings or he had all of them, and it was only ever with certain people who he felt completely comfortable and bonded with.

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships? while he’s in no romantic relationships, he does have sexual relationships (wow kids cover your ears) from time to time if he’s feeling interested enough in it. as of right now he is in one sexual relationship.

what is their experience with relationships? he’s had small ones here and there while growing up but never anything serious. he can’t even really count the girls and few guys that he’s dated and messed around with as anything even close to what someone would consider a ‘relationship’. he’s just never really been attracted or interested in someone enough to go for it.

how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever? tristan views the idea of friends with benefits as something that nobody should really be developing opinions about if it’s none of their business. he’d be a bit of a hypocrite anyway if he ever chastised someone for having a fwb relationship because he’s in one right now. it’s working out well. they are always going to be more friends than anything else, and that’s whats important to him.

sex, is it important to your muse? it’s not what tristan looks for when it comes to romance or what he’s seeking. he does like sex a lot, obviously, but it’s not going to determine anything in his head. it’s important but its not everything.

what are their biggest turn on and turn offs? for turn ons in general its a sense of humor that usually gets him, but he’s also very attracted to eccentric personalities and people who are truly and wholly them. he’s also got a thing for smiles and little quirks. for sexual turn ons he’s big on teasing and marking. dirty talk and encouragement. he’s a switch so whatever position he takes it really doesn't matter, but he’s also a huge pleaser when he’s on top and as long as the other receiving it is enjoying it and showing it, then that’s a turn on as well. as for turn offs it would be things like rudeness, bad attitudes and aggressive behavior, and it would be that way sexually as well.

does your muse find it easy to make friends? being as nice as he is naturally, it’s not hard for tristan to make friends when he really goes out of his way.

how important is friendship to them? friendship is everything to tristan. it’s what has gotten him through some of the darkest days in his life. it’s what has gotten him through his move to seoul and what has gotten him to where he is now. he’s honestly nothing without them.

quantity or quality of friends? quality. there is no question about this.

how important is family? family is important to him, it always will be, but it’s not what he needs right now or anymore.

are they close to their family? why or why not ? tristan used to be close in the normal sense of them being a family and doing family things together, and he has fond memories that he holds onto and likes thinking about sometimes, but they were never close. he barely knew his older brother, his father was more of a stranger to him than he ever realized, and his mother was just lost. after his brother moved away and his father died, it’s really only been tristan and his mother, who he left in new york to start over for his own sake. he’s close to her and he loves her and calls her every few days to check in on her and make sure she’s doing alright, but his whole family concept has been shattered and is a little beyond fixable now.

headcanons

tristan had a very bad habit of smoking cigarettes and doing drugs while in high school, as well as drinking and doing anything illegal that he could just for the thrill of it. he smoked actively up until a month before he moved to seoul - part of his whole ‘clean slate’ mindset and want to start over. he hasn’t touched a cigarette since, nor any drugs, and drinks alcohol only socially now.

he was diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder in high school and when that comes out to play from time to time, he suffers from insomnia really badly as well.

he is not a good swimmer. at all. it’s why he used to (still is) afraid of the ocean or just open water in general. his ass would drown in a second if it’s too deep.

he’s never had any pets. but he loves animals.

he’s got some bad fucking allergies that like to flare up with the season changes. catch him with a face mask literally 24/7 and popping antihistamines like they’re going out of style. he also develops an allergy-induced asthma when this happens so he has an inhaler for emergencies. he’s very miserable for the first few weeks of new seasons.

if he had to choose between sugary foods or salty foods, he’d choose salty every single time.

once he finally falls asleep he barely ever moves. legit, he stays in that one spot that he fell asleep in and doesn’t roll around or anything. he may shift from time to time but usually he’s a damn log once he’s out.

he saves pictures forever. he’s got thumb drives full of pictures and they’re all dated/labelled so that he knows what they are. is that considered hoarding? or more like organized hoarding? who knows. but it’s legit in the thousands.

#seoultask #██ 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵.𝑻𝑾𝑶.𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑺 ⟶ tasks ◞#rip my soul this took forever but i finally did it #im like done w my other task too i just gotta do PHOTOSHOP STUFF SADKLFJLSKAD #also i got v emo abt tristan doing this like damn??? these questions??? fucked me up #also yes i did legit use marks actual handwriting for the korean example of tris dont @ me i dONT CARE #IT FITS HIM OK LAKSDFJLASKDF

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fritalci · 7 years

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How to Find a Niche Online Business Opportunity

Hey digital nomad or aspiring digital nomad.

So, you want to come up with a muse business or product a la 4 Hour Work Week and you’re looking for a product idea?

Below is the process that I’ve either personally used or seen used by numerous startups and corporations. In the past 6 years, I’ve worked with startups that have raised over $24 million and I’ve personally managed $30 million in PPC spend (Google Adwords, Facebook ads, etc…). So I’ve seen a few things have worked and a few more that haven’t.

This will work for both FBA businesses as well as stand-alone e-commerce or education products.

If I were to look for a business that Tim Ferris would approve of, here’s what I’d do.

First, a warning.

The process I’ll describe below is simple and easy to do, but the emotional experience is HARD. You’re going to work really hard and wander around for an unknown amount of time. If you follow the process and are good at finding solutions to people’s problems, you WILL be successful. I’ve seen the pattern play out too many times to think otherwise. BUT and this BUT is HUGE, the emotional experience can be awful.You’re going into the unknown. You’re going to make mistakes and have plenty of learning experiences. The material below is a general guide. It is not a recipe. There are lots of small details that I cannot possibly write down because I’ve either forgotten that I know them or they only apply to edge cases. You’re going to have to figure out a fair amount on your own. If you keep at it, you WILL be successful. But it will take time and faith and hard work even when things seem to be going slowly. If you don’t have the emotional space to try and fail and try and fail and try and fail and try and fail, revisit this when you do.

OK intrepid explorer. If you’re ready to brave the unknown, let’s get started.

We want to start by finding people who spend a lot of money on things related to their business/job or their hobby. Emphasis on the “a lot”. The reason for this is that you want to find people who are accustomed to spending money related to either problems they regularly solve or pleasures they regularly create. People who already spend money are the easiest to sell to. In this document, I’ll use photographers and triathletes as my examples. Other examples might be boats, just about every sport you can imagine, and manual laborers like carpenters and plumbers. The criteria for finding the core thing is that at least one of the following describes the expense related to it:

1) The main thing itself is expensive. Cameras, bikes, boats, plumbing trucks, lawn mowers, etc… can all cost thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.

2) Maintaining or repairing that main thing costs money. Boats need everything. Bikes need tires and tune-ups. So do plumbing trucks and professional-grade lawnmowers.

3) Using the thing coincides with spending money. Traveling to far off locations to take photos costs money. Racing a bicycle in triathlons costs money. Putting gas in a boat costs money.

4) There’s a world of accessories or upgrades. Camera lenses and editing software, bicycling jerseys and helmets, boat flags and dock fees, etc…

To find the people, you can take a few approaches.

First, you can email everyone you know and ask them if there’s an expensive thing either in their work or their hobbies that they spend a good chunk of change on. Or maybe there’s an activity that they regularly spend a lot of money on. Look for at least $1000 purchases. These can be one-time purchases (cameras and bikes) or throughout the year (high-quality paper and ink, entrance fees for races).

If you want to take a targeted approach, think of things that you know that your friends have purchased that were expensive. Recreation equipment like RVs, boats, dirtbikes, snowboards, etc… are good places. Business purchases can also be good. Lawn mowers, backhoes, copy machines, commercial refrigerators, etc… Send out targeted emails and ask if you can talk about those things with them.

When you talk with them, you’re going to look for one of a few things.

1) Can you tell me a story about expenses you regularly have related to those things?

a. Photographer: “I’ve broken a few lenses because I keep my camera in my backpack.”

b. Triathlete: “The best races sell out quickly and I often lose track of when registration starts. If I don’t sign up right away, I’m usually too late.”

2) Can you tell me a story about something you had to learn that was either time consuming or was plain old hard to learn?

a. Photographer: “There were so many variables to taking a good photo and I didn’t really understand how to put them all together.”

b. Triathlete: “Swimming was super hard to do. I could move forward and not sink, but learning how to swim correctly and well took me a while”

Alone, these stories are not enough to come up with a solution. We need more information. To get that additional information, we use two tools: “can you say more”, “can you tell me about a specific time when that happened”, variations on “why”, and “is there anything else about that that you dislike?”. Finally, when you’ve asked quite a few questions, ask them what they would have searched for a solution to the problem.

Broken Camera

You: “Can you tell me more about a specific time when your camera broke in your backpack?”

Them: “Yeah. I was hiking with friends in NH and I fell off of a log I was walking across.”

You: “Why did it break?”

Them: “It was in my bag and not in a case”

You: “Why was it not in a case?”

Them: Cases are usually super bulky and take up too much room in my backpack”

You: “Why do you prefer to put your camera in your backpack instead of a backpack made for cameras?”

Them: “I don’t want to buy a backpack just for hiking with my camera. Plus my backpack is made for hiking and camera backpacks suck for hiking”.

You: “What would you have searched for on Google to find a solution to this problem?”

Them: “Slim camera case that will fit in a hiking backpack”

Missed Race Registration

You: “Can you tell me more about a specific race that you missed out on registering for?”

Them: “Yeah, I was traveling for work and completely forgot about it”

You: “Why did you forget?”

Them: “I usually put it in my calendar, but I hadn’t put all of my races in my calendar yet.”

You: “Can you say more about putting races in your calendar?”

Them: “Well each race has a different starting time for registration. It’s like buying tickets for movies or concerts. So I have to put them in my calendar.”

You: “What else do you dislike about that experience?”

Them: “Even if I have it in my calendar, I might not be able to do it right when the registration opens. Sometimes they start at midnight. But I have kids and a job and I need my sleep. Other times I’m traveling and due to time zones I’ll be unavailable when the registration opens”

You: “What would you have searched for on Google to find a solution to this problem?”

Them: “Early marathon registration service”

Learning Photography

You: “Can you tell me a specific story of when you were taking photos and the variables were so confusing that you didn’t get the photos that you want?”

Them: “Yeah, I was traveling in Southeast Asia to all of these locations and I tried using the presets in the camera and they didn’t take good photos”

You: “Why did they not work for you?”

Them: “The settings were really general and so the exposures were not very good. I got a few good exposures, but then the composition was pretty bad”

You: “Why were you unhappy with the compositions?”

Them: “I didn’t really know how to put together the shot.”

You: “Did you try taking any travel photography classes?”

Them: “I’ve seen some, but I don’t want to spend hours and hours learning theory. I just want to take good photos. I took a short one and did what it told me, but the photos were still not very good. I just want to know the right composition and settings for each location”.

You: “What would you have searched for on Google to find a solution to this problem?”

Them: “travel photography recipes”

Triathlete Learning to Swim

You: “Can you tell me about when you were first learning to swim?”

Them: “Yeah. I took a swim class I kept crossing my arms across my line of sight”

You: “Can you say more about that? I don’t know what that means.”

Them: “So I’m supposed to reach my arms straight forward like referees do when someone kicks a field goal. Except my arms keep crossing inward so that my hand ends up in front of my face. My hand should be more to the outside”

You: “Why didn’t that happen?”

Them: “A couple of reasons. First, I didn’t have proper arm strength. The second was that my range of motion was limited. Finally, I just didn’t have proper awareness of where my hands were.”

You: “What would you have searched for on Google to find a solution to this problem?”

Them: “Swim posture back brace”

So now we have four search queries:

“Slim camera case that will fit in a hiking backpack”

“Early marathon registration service”

“Travel photography recipes”

“Swim posture back brace”

Now we go out and search on google for these solutions. We can also come up with other ways of expressing these ideas with different words. Google’s Adwords’ Keyword Planner can be useful there. Also look at the descriptions used by the solutions that you find.

As we search, we look for a few things.

1) Is anyone selling anything related to this?

a. We want to find solutions that are being sold. This is because we want to get into a world where someone else has validated that people want to pay for a solution. If nobody is selling anything, stay away. Let someone else waste the money to find out there’s no market. As the saying goes, “You know who the pioneers are because they’re the ones with the arrows in their backs”.

2) Are there only a handful of competitors?

a. We don’t want to get into a world where there is a ton of competition. We want to be in a business where we can just show up and we don’t have to be marketing rock stars. Evidence of this is either few sellers on Amazon, few brands on Amazon, or very few Google Ads. To be clear, some ads and competitors is a good sign. But too many will be a bad sign.

3) Have competitors made sales?

a. Past sales are great indicators that people are paying for solutions. Take a look at seller ratings or product ratings and see what the relationship is between # of reviews and amount of time. If a product only has two reviews in the past year, that might not be good. But if it’s getting a few per month, that’s better. More per month is always better.

4) Existing solutions are pretty simple.

a. We want to sell something that is easy to design and manufacture. If the solution requires solving hard or expensive design or construction challenges, then we’re going to get bogged down in either figuring out how to solve the problem or spending a ton of money for specialty manufacturing. We want something that just about any factory in the world can manufacture for cheap money.

5) Niche-able

a. Often you can do quite well by customizing a physical product or education product for a specific niche. Camera cases are good, but camera cases that will fit perfectly into Deuter-brand 55 L hiking backpacks are even better. Photography classes are good, but a collection of photography recipes for each of the tourist destinations in Laos is even better. Consider this if you see too much competition or if margins are too tight in the broader category.

Taking the results we find, we go back to the people we talked to and we ask them if they would buy the solutions we found. I don’t mean this in the theoretical. I mean ask them if they’ll buy it right now.

If they say yes, ask them what it is about it or their problem made them say yes. This will help you to understand the attributes that they found attractive that others may find attractive. These will be the details that you highlight in your advertising and on your website.

If they say no, ask them what attributes it’s missing that would make them buy. When they answer you, tell them you’ll sell them exactly what they need at a price that is anywhere between 25% to X00% more than the competing product. You want the product to be more expensive than competing products to avoid getting into a business where price is the determining factor. You ONLY want to be in the value-adding business. Stay the heck away from businesses where you compete on price. If you don’t believe me, read this: http://www.slate.com/blogs/moneybox/2016/02/26/pharmapacks_makes_over_70_million_selling_miscellaneous_items_on_amazon.html

IF YOU CAN’T SELL IT FOR A PREMIUM, DON’T SELL IT

If it’s a physical product, tell them that you have a custom manufacturer who will build and ship it and all you need is the order. All you need is the order, specs, and payment RIGHT NOW. If they hem or haw, then there’s something causing them to say no. Find out what it is. Either there’s a legit reason (usually design related) or they don’t really want a solution. If it’s design related, get the exact specs and say “I’m going to take your order and design specs and your money. If the product doesn’t solve your problem, you can get a refund. But I need payment today”. The immediate payment part is important. Don’t let people say “well, I’ll pay you once I see it” or something like that. Even if it’s true (it’s usually not) what it means is that the problem is not painful enough. You want problems where they don’t care to know the exact details and that literally anything is better than whatever they’re experiencing now. If your house is on fire, are you going to hem and haw about how the fire department puts out the fire? No! You just want the fire to be put out. If people hem and haw and don’t call the fire department (ie pay you), then the problem stinks and may not be a good business. There’s an exception to this, which I describe below.

If the problem is education-based, you can do two things. If you have experience in that field and are credible, tell them that you’re currently building material (class, e-book, etc…) that solves that exact problem and that you’ll even customize it to their exact needs. If you don’t have that knowledge, tell them that you’ve started working with experts in that field to teach the material and that you’re handling production and sales. Tell them that if they’ll give you feedback to improve the class, you’re willing to discount the price from $197 to $19. Tell them that you’re taking pre-orders to validate that people want to buy it and that if you don’t sell enough to move forward on the class in the next 30 days, you’ll give them back the $19. If they hem and haw, find out why. It could be that they either learned the thing and don’t need it anymore (valid) or it’s not painful enough. If they’ve already learned it, ask if they know someone who hasn’t learned it and get an introduction.

If they say no, you may also have simply found a non-buyer, in which case advertising online will help you answer that question at scale. Tim Ferris does a good job of covering this in The Four Hour Work Week. Eric Ries also covers it in The Lean Startup. If you want to get really good at advertising on Facebook or Google Adwords, email me at teaching@ and then Frustaci and then a dot and then a com. I have some free educational material that I can send you. Education from me will always be free. Advice, feedback, and recommendations on strategy is where I charge.

About the Author: Giuseppe Frustaci is a marketing professional who focuses on digital performance marketing. Specializing in Pay Per Click Advertising and Search Engine Optimization, Giuseppe has managed $30M+ in marketing budgets for clients such as Staples.com, Procter and Gamble, and Novartis. Particularly interested in early-stage market testing methods for startups, Giuseppe has worked with CoachUp.com ($9.4M in funding), Boundless.com ($9.7M in funding), Launch Academy, Co Everywhere ($8.4M in funding), Tablelist.com ($7.45M in funding) and Statement1 (founder took last company public).

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nsfwviolets · 5 years

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. what you need to know about me ( other than me never understanding how technology works ) is that i love wealthy & all its members with all my heart. i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-second birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be silk sheets, diamond necklaces, & faux fur coats . ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 20, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-two.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual ( in the closet ).

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, red lingerie, lip gloss, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent black opium perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, freckled skin, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

background ;;

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcome their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

earlier this year, she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 22 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

is extremely flirty & alluring.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is @taylorshill#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #i definitely missed a lot but-#it's fine aakshlfjew

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nsfwviolets · 5 years

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hello !! i just wanted to repost my intro since it has been *awhile* butttt i just wanted to reintroduce myself for all the new people !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-second birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be silk sheets, diamond necklaces, & faux fur coats . ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 21, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-two.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual ( in the closet ).

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

background ;;

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

earlier this year, she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 22 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

is extremely flirty & alluring.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated tonight or tomorrow. & my discord is @taylorshill#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #alkhsdjf hi #i promise i'll message everyone who wants to plot! <3

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so tumblr is annoying & decided to delete my intro post !! but since i had the opportunity to rewrite vi’s intro post, i decided to make some minor tweaks here & there. & without further ado, here is violet ( again ) !!

a TAYLOR HILL lookalike was strolling down broadway street in their giuseppe zanotti high heels. violet lennox just had a birthday party for her twenty second birthday. she has been living in new york city for fourteen years. i hear she tends to be melodramatic at parties, but also kind of benevolent.

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-two.

birthday: 25 may 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual ( in the closet ).

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister ( lily collins ).

pet(s): 6 month old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: instagram model / model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tap her heels or nails when she is at a loss for words or annoyed.

aesthetics: silk dresses, red lingerie, lip gloss, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, dainty jewelry, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent black opium perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, freckled skin, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

style inspo: taylor hill, kylie jenner, candice swanepoel, josephine skriver, kendall jenner, blair waldorf, & cher horowitz.

muse inspo: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), mini mcguinness ( skins ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s ), kelly kapoor ( the office ), rachel green ( friends ), & mona-lisa saperstein ( parks & recreation ).

background ;;

violet faith lennox is diane galindo’s & richard lennox’s youngest child. born three weeks early on 25 may 1996 at aspen valley hospital in aspen, colorado. the very moment they held their daughter ( who they lovingly referred to as a ‘ blessing ‘ ) in their open arms, they knew that their family was finally complete.

he eventually followed his family’s lead & became an ultra religious catholic. he even managed to boost up his grades & get an academic scholarship to harvard law school where he met diane.

diane didn’t come from a strong religious background. in fact, she liked to tell people that she only believed in science & didn’t have faith or trust in a superior figure. but when she met a young richard lennox, her entire world was turned upside down. she let him into her life, converted to catholicism, & the two got married after three years of dating.

flash forward to 1992. the married couple is moving to aspen, colorado for diane’s new job at an upscale hospital. they even received a generous check from richard’s parents to buy a mansion in the mountains !!

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

violet managed to clean up her act & went from being a social media influencer to an actual model. many people don’t respect her name due to her troubling past with her sex tape & being an instagram model but that doesn’t seem to stop her. she has been featured in the love advent calendar, the victoria’s secret fashion show, & many fashion weeks since then. she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !! as of recently, she has been doing a lot of work with victoria’s secret & has been featured in many catalogs & even became the newest face for one of their fragrances. although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

even though violet is a lot to deal with, she is a nice person !! although she does have a flair for the dramatics & denies being dramatic all the time. she also likes to think of herself as a ‘ good girl ‘ even though she is far from one. she loves sex & isn’t afraid to shy away from that but she still tells people that she’s good or an angel because it makes herself feel better about herself.

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

she also had another abortion with sebastian after a one night stand. she doesn’t like to talk about it but she does wonder what her life would look like if she did have the baby or if she could ever get pregnant again.

is extremely flirty & alluring.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the martini glass, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

she often considers going to college or even going back to gymnastics a lot but she not made up her mind yet. she is happy right now as a model but she does miss aspects of her old life.

as an instagram model, she is like kendall jenner or gigi hadid. in other words, she has a large following & people book her for photo shoots & fashion shows in order to boost their own notoriety because it looks better on their part. her walk is average at best but she does have a beautiful face. people hate instagram models working in the real modeling business as it is so they despise an instagram model with a sex tape !!

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

this is her !!

also violet !!

alskdfj violet af

i can’t Believe this is vi

very violet

taylor also looks like her alskdjf

lsdfj vi is kelly

more musings !!

violet on a friday night

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gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

#wealthyhq:intro #but like this if you want to plot! <3 #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #alkdsjf i'm probably missing something

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