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[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two - chapter one (ls2)

Your father, the President of The United States, has decided the only way to keep you ‘tame’ is up have you married off… to a Formula One driver..?

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader, smau and short fic // fc: yasmin barbieri

tws: arranged marriage,

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user4: THATS MY FIRST DAUGHTER!!

“This is so stupid.” you grumble a complaint into the air, looking over at your mother as she laughs from where she sits in the William’s VIP room with your father and older brother-- both Santino Colombo, your father going by Santino and your brother going by Santi.

“He’s a nice young man!” Santino defends his actions as if he isn’t asking you to do the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. You have to pretend this guy who you have never met before is your boyfriend. Now, okay, you knew a bit about Logan because you’d been a fan of his for years because of your father’s love of Formula drivers, and Logan was the only American to get points in like… twenty years. You and Logan had followed each other on socials long ago when this first 'arranged marriage' thing was brought up. You'd spoken occasionally since, but nothing too serious. A flirt here or there, a joke, then mostly just formalities.

It wasn't that you didn't like Logan, he was a fine guy and easy on the eyes but it just felt... weird, to be forced into this.

With you being the more rebellious of the two of his kids, you had to be ‘locked up.’ Which was so stupid, your twenty six year old brother was a big party boy in college. Your father having paid off so many people to be hush about his drunken idiocy. But now he was already on his way to becoming a law firm CEO with a pretty wife and two daughters and you were a little fashion student who just had her first ever big break, never having done hard drugs or got the cops called on you like dear old Santi.

But you were a girl, something to be protected, and big breaks meant it was time for you to settle in the eyes of America’s leader.

And thus, your father got in contact with the Sargeants through Dalton somehow during your fathers candidacy. And now a year and two months later you were expected to be visiting your ‘secret boyfriend of two years.’

“He’s a wonderful guy,” Santino huffs at your obvious distaste, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I thought he was going to be bad for you, you know.”

“You didn’t even ask me! What if I had a boyfriend!”

“You didn’t.” Santi says after a sip of his champagne, “and, if you did, Dad would’ve just had you marry the guy you were dating.”

“If he passed the dad test.” you complain, making your brother laugh while your father just rolls his eyes. You don’t have time to say anything else because he’s standing up to greet James Vowles, the team principal of Williams, and you follow suit.

"So this is the woman Logan's been keeping a secret?" James grins and you realize, yeah, okay now it's time to act.

"Sorry he kept you in the dark for so long, Mr. Vowles!" You smile, glancing over James' shoulder as you speak to see who can only be Logan approaching, "Logan does speak very highly of you."

"As he does you." James nods, stepping back to allow you to happily pull Logan in for a hug. None of this is rehearsed. None of this is planned. Logan's arms slot naturally around yours life he was sculpted from the same marble, and your head fits perfectly under his chin. When you both step back, you let out of a soft giggle with flushed cheeks and try to not see the obvious overjoyed expression on your fathers face.

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Logan's drivers room is neat, tidy, but small. He lets you take up the somewhat comfy couch while he pulls his fireproof over his head with his back to you. You both have sat in silence for the past five minutes, your parents whisking you off to the 'comfort' of Logan's room so you both could bond.

"So." Logan turns around once he's fully changed into his racing gear, and you try your hardest to make sure your eyes don't wander because god damnit did those fireproofs have to be so tight?

"So?" You echo with a tad more curiosity in your tone and Logan pops down next to you.

"I was told we need to have a consistent story to not get caught." His eyes meet yours breifly before he's looking away, almost bashfully as his hand comes to toy with his hair, "but I have no idea what that should be."

"You were born in Fort Lauderdale, right?" You ask, and when Logan nods you grin, "Alright, here it is, we were neighbors growing up. Your brother and my brother were really good friends, since I think they're the same age? We tagged along with the older brothers. When you moved we lost contact, but, when you started racing in Formula I got in contact with you via Instagram and the rest is history."

"Childhood best friends seems American enough," Logan grins and a laugh barks out of you that you aren't expecting. A smile pokes at his face and he looks away, almost like he's shy about making you laugh, which is only solidified by the blush you notice on his cheeks.

"Alrighty then, childhood best friend." You tap his thigh with your heel from where your legs are crossed, eyes peeking up as someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," Logan calls, his hand going to rest on your knee before none other than Alex Albon pops open the door with a very curious Lily behind him.

"Oh! Good." Alex steps in, letting Lily in before the door clicks shut. You can see Logan send Alex a confused look before the Thai driver opens his mouth and just says whatever comes to mind.

Which is, "How the fuck did you rizz her?"

"Alex!" Lily whacks her boyfriends arm and you can't help but burst into laughter, hiding your face in Logan's shoulder as you do. You miss whatever defense Logan throws at Alex because of the feeling of Logan pulling you closer by your thigh. It shocks you how much his touch feels like fire against your skin.

"All her," is what Logan says when he turns to you and the smile that crosses your face is natural as you shrug. Lily comes over to introduce herself, leaving Logan and Alex to bicker as she pulls you into a carefully coordinated hug.

"It's so nice to have another girl in the Williams garage." She says as she steps back, and you stand to continue the conversation a bit further away from whatever argument Alex has undoubtedly pulled Logan into now. Logan's hand squeezes your wrist when you walk away, a small fleeting touch, and it makes your cheeks red.

Shit. Why was he making you so flustered?

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"Are we like soft launching it?" You ask Logan as you wait for him to be called out to race, he's been fiddling with his sleeve for the past five minutes in agonizing silence. So you try and get his mind off the upcoming race.

"What?"

"Us, are we just gonna like... kiss after the race and be caught by cameras? Or try and like... be sneaky with it? Like pretending we're hiding from cameras but letting them catch us and whatnot."

Logan blinks, his hand falling from fiddling with his sleeve to his lap where you've laid your legs over. ("So you can get used to how close we have to be for media," Logan had suggested.) His hand comes to rub small circles just above your knee as you lean back against the back of the couch.

"I... is there one you prefer?" He asks, pulling out his phone to do what looks like texting someone back, "I can do either, I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I think teasing it would be really cute," you smile and he nods, asking for you to explain, so you burst into a long list of ideas. Fleeting touches, hugs that last just a bit too long to be platonic, pictures of gifted bouquets and hidden faces for 'date nights' and early mornings. He smiles at you enthusiasm as you explain every little minute detail, and then he just takes one of your hands in his and presses a kiss to the back of it.

"Just tell me when, and I'm yours." He whispers, and you try to ignore the obvious affection in his eyes that has your cheeks warming up.

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Logan scores points. You're not even sure what place he ends up in, but you just know he scores points by the way Williams is cheering. You can even hear Logan laughing over his radio and your heart is in your throat as you join Lily in jumping up and down in excitement. Both Alex and Logan has gotten points, for the first time this season.

Your feet carry you, Lily pulling you along, your family laughing as you're brought to the garage and away from them. She detaches when Alex is out of his car, happily extending an arm for Lily to attach to his side as he holds his helmet in the other.

You, however, stop dead in your tracks.

Logan's tugging off his balaclava with the biggest smile on his face. The crows feet of his eyes tight with the smile that pulls them in, same with the way his cheeks puff out in happiness. You can't help but feel a blush on your face at the sight of him, sweaty, and yet with that amazing post-race glow your sister had joked about.

Holy shit, it really was a thing.

You feel cameras on you as you slowly make your way over, finding your footing like a fawn until Logan spots you and-- if possible, his grin grows even wider. You smile, quickening your steps until your pressed firm against his chest. His broad shoulder blocking the light as his arms encircle you, protecting you from the world as he dips his lips down to whisper.

"You can't look at me like that if we're soft-launching." He laughs and you follow suit, arms tight around his waist as you quickly reply,

"I'm just so proud of you, you drove really well today."

His arms tighten a bit more and you assume this is the whole, hugs that are a bit more than platonic bit. When you step back, he keeps his eyes on you and one hand on your back as Alex comes over to celebrate with him.

Later that night, a text lights up your phone,

'if you want a full miami day, tomorrow ill pick you up around nine?"

And the giggles that leave you are genuine as you throw yourself out of bed to pick out some clothes for the list of activities that Logan has planned.

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This is the event of the week. The launch of LFW.

Happening now in real time.

At time of posting it seems that Caitriona is not at the event. Caitriona, model and actress, not at the hottest ticket of the week! An event that has the Super 4. Naomi, Christy, Linda and Cindy. Royalty, the York Princesses, acting royalty, fashion luminaries , music legends. etc. Collective ⭐️ power.

What do I base this on, her post to IG as of three hours ago, the start of Vogue World at The Royal Albert Hall. If she was there why choose the start of the event to post your attendance from last night?

Let’s unpack. Assuming she received an invitation to VW as well as the Coco Chanel opening at the V&A why chose the V&A opening instead of the ⭐️ launch to LFW?

The answer is very clear. Too much star power at VW. She would not be able to garner the attention to push an agenda. Did she cut off her nose…?

Let’s step back a moment. Caitriona is an ardent fashion aficionado, we know. Supports all friends in the industry as evident in her socials. Yet at this moment no mention of her dear friend Maria McNamus inaugural NYFW show. Nada.

Why? I’ll leave that to you to decide.

I can say this. Don’t use and send proxies to my DM’s to push two agendas.

The script needs new writers. Oh that’s right they are on strike. The staleness of this cheese is a strong Roquefort. Or perhaps in honour of LFW, a Stinking Bishop!

Scroll through Vogue Magazine IG feed to see the fabulosity of the night. I’m loving it myself.

Finally. Was the attendance at V&A Gabrielle Chanel Fashion Manifesto a last minute decision? Did Caitriona and her team not have enough time to source a outfit that had not previously been worn? Was the outfit the only one in her size? So many questions?

[sgiandubh]

I like how you accuse me of domestic fanfic. When I said nothing about Tbag and domestic bliss (she ain't with that wet mop). I simply said Cait was in London and not in NY which people were thinking she would be at the Maria McManus NYFW showing.

Dear (returning) London Anon,

I don't accuse you of anything. Maybe it's me, after a long day. But maybe it's you and your exuberant command of English temporal adverbs: 'still', to be more exact.

Also, 'people', the plural of 'person'. How incredibly brave of you to come here and try to diss on someone I respect, knowing perfectly well I was not talking about Maria McManus, but mildly, conservatively betting on Proenza Schouler, for a possible C sighting at NYFW.

When I say something, I stick to it. Annoyingly so and at all costs, because I do not treat respect lightly: it comes after a long, solid pondering. Don't go there, Anon: it's not going to happen.

Also, you might find another interesting adverb, in our short grammar exposé: 'back'.

As in:

Mhm.

Cheers. I think we're at least even. And I see your true colors, there.

[edited, on an afterthought]

PS: it's not "which", in correct English. It's "while".

[lenayener]

LENA YENER —

cis female & she/her

32

august 8, 1991

artist / owner of the broken spine

south addition

biography

lightening round —

born and raised in washington dc. parents emigrated from turkey. father was a diplomat and mother still works as a translator/interpreter 

had a very strict and conservative upbringing. suffered abuse at the hands of a family member and was kept in silence about it

went to nyc for university and her first art project. the first exlorations into her art and ideas began with photography at music festivals, art directing for advertisements and magazines, and music videos

met her first partner and began a relationship with them during this time, even asked them to move back to washington dc with her when her time in nyc came to an end

the relationship always felt as though it were missing something and as though lena kept coming up short. when a new project came up and lena was to relocate for her work (to anchorage) she asked her partner to come with her and proposed. the no on both counts was devastating but she poured her pain into her work. plus it went along with the theme of her life

the move to anchorage was only meant to be temporary but lena ended up in a rebound relationship that fulfilled a void and she ended up staying even after her project was complete. making a home in anchorage and traveling when necessary

upon settling into anchorage, lena opened a book bar called the broken spine and has too much fun running it

as with anything else in her life relating to love, the rebound relationship eventually came to an end. leaving lena to stop making her work about heartbreak and push for something greater

a few of her projects/series have brought her international attention and acclaim. the first being, ‘i could not protect her’, a multimedia work, both her signature cinematic still photography along with a silent film detail her journey though abuse and the unchecked actions by the abuser. the next being her series titled “3ieb!” in arabic / “shame on me!” in english. a series that equally caused an uproar and gave voice to hundreds of thousands of middle eastern women all over the world

recently lena has been dipping her toe into video work once again, beginning to shift away from her decade long photography medium by publishing a book of a compilation of all her work. a little different from the music videos she’d produced in the past and her recent foray into short film, lena is interested in moving forward in long-form video work

the positive shift in her love life, experiencing real love for the first time without the usual toxicity she’d fallen into in the past and finally experiencing healthy love has also made a big difference

+ art series —

sex and takeout

summer without a pool

for arabella

this is not for you

i love you, me neither

i could not protect her

bonjour bitch

3ieb!

fool me twice

dear love

( + 10 more )

+ film —

not ok

think about you

what’s love got to do with it

i _ _ _ _ you

+ exhibitions —

2018

women’s choice awards - conversations, panelist, los angeles, nov 2018

artnews x miami art basel week panelist - “how art is used as a platform to influence current issues” - miami, dec 2018

vogue italia - photo vogue festival - base milano - nov 15- 18

the museum of pizza new york

the canon creator class toronto - solo show and talk - sept 27

solo exhibition - splash - milan - larusmiani, level 2 - june 27 - july 20

solo exhibition - splash - london lawrence alkin gallery - june 8- 22

solo exhibition - fuck me, fuck you - new york - castle fitzjohns gallery - march 10- april 8

international women’s day dinner hosted by sarah bahbah and the edition hotel - march 9

nyfw valentine's day party - indulgence of the alter ego - public arts

solo exhibition - fuck me, fuck you- hvw8 gallery, west hollywood. jan 13- jan 21.

la art show - jan 11-14

2017

first solo exhibition - the w miami dec 7-10

the lobby of nautilus, a sixty hotel, miami until december 31, 2017.

scope miami beach, 5-10 december 2017

sofa chicago

start saatchi gallery, london

la art show 2017, los angeles

scope art fair, new york

art market, san francisco

art! vancouver

scope basel, switzerland

art market, hamptons

2016

zonamaco, mexico

scope art fair, switzerland

enough space, melbourne

affordable art fair, new york

art south hampton, new york

art new york, new york

pop up at the refinery hotel, new york

art wynwood miami, florida

cushnie et ochs pop up store, retail lab, new york

scope art fair, miami beach

2015

affordable art fair, new york

art 15, london

texas contemporary, houston, texas

art wynwood miami, florida

contemporary istanbul, turkey

scope art fair, miami beach

art toronto, canada

+ press —

featured in publications such as: vogue, paper, nylon, new york times, new york post, forbes, gq, glamour, elle, cosmopolitan, buzzfeed, plus more...

[the1975attheirverybest]

God he looked so good at that party last night 😭 He’s so pretty. I’m loving all of this content we’re getting out of NYFW. He looks happy and you can tell he’s having fun.

He’s also aware he’s on camera which is a relief, I haven’t been able to enjoy most of the pictures/videos that have come out over these few weeks because it’s all felt so scummy.

Ohhhhhhh is it fashion week???? That explains the cunty looks. Oh, Matthew. You’ll never be model girlie. Stop trying so hard my dear.

Bless him, he’s beautiful and cute and yeah he looks like he’s having a good time 🥰 happy matty is my fav.

[reportwire]

The Fall/Winter Shoe Trends from NYFW Were Not What You’re Expecting

Fashion week in New York is a feast for the senses. All of the senses, really, but specifically, I’m talking about my shoeaholic senses. Each season, I go undercover (mentally) to roam the streets and shows of fashion week to report back to you, dear reader, all the trends you need to prepare for in the season ahead. Looking for spring 2023 fashion trends in the meantime? We’ve got you covered…

[truefashionstories]

The Whirling Diva Fashion Story

Lu Celania Sierra: Runway choreographer - Miss Universe/Miss U.S.A. @ NYFW F23 Cesar Galindo  - Cucina 8 1/2 NYC Cesar Galindo is a dear friend who helped my modeling career. So if you're coming to Cesar Galindo you gotta wear Cesar Galindo.

[nowritingonthewall]

#i read NYFW ad NSFW#and was about to be like WHAT KIND OF PARTY IS THIS? 👀‼️#oh dear

OMG same, @my-secret-shame 😂 Though, to be fair, anything involving this man is at least 50 % NSFW per default anyway...

Oscar & Elvira

Haider Ackermann and Augustinus Bader’s NYFW Dinner

[nedafeedinghope]

We Called on the Fashion Industry to Put Health First – Here’s What Happened

[katsuhera]

smile for the cameras [ft. keigo takami (hawks)]

pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x f!reader wc: 1.5k tw/warnings: fluff, model!au, photojournalist reader @combat-wombatus​ this is my submission for the server collab! 💖

“keigo.”

“keigo!”

you were still blinking the sleep from your eyes, but a sense of urgency compelled you to sit up and check on your hopelessly knocked out boyfriend.

“kei-” you started, but your voice was quickly muffled as he pulled you back into bed, stifling you as he pressed your face into his chest.

“shh,” he slurred. “five more minutes?”

“this is your runway show, not mine, keigo,” you muttered into his chest, fighting the drowsiness that threatened to overtake you once more. god, why did he have to be so warm?

“honestly, they won’t start the show without me, anyway.”

if only he could see you rolling your eyes into the literal back of your head.

“my dear boyfriend, need i remind you that this isn’t some niche show? this is new york fashion week,” you said, managing to wrench yourself from his grasp. “we should get up. i also need to get ready.”

keigo groaned, squinting at you as he rubbed his eyes.

“but i’m so sleepy,” he whined gruffly, swatting at you — and missing — as he tried to pull you back into his embrace. “one photographer and one model missing? new york fashion week can handle that.”

“keigo.”

“okay, fine, i’m getting up.”

he grumbled the entire way to the bathroom, the sound of his bare feet padding on the floor making you smile softly to yourself.

you stretched, yawning, as you mentally prepared yourself for what was sure to be an exhausting day. you glanced over your shoulder, checking the time.

6:00am.

should be enough time, you thought, mentally running through all of the tasks you’d have to do before heading out to the show. with hawks being one of the models and you being one of the photojournalists scheduled to be there, you both had a busy morning ahead of yourselves.

you stepped into the bathroom next to keigo, picking up your toothbrush sleepily and starting to brush your teeth as you stared into the mirror at your reflections. having just finished washing up, keigo smiled as he toweled his face dry with one hand and wrapped his other hand around you.

“take good pictures of me today, okay?” he asked, his hand resting on top of your head.

“we’ll see,” you said, in between brushes. “i have other models to shoot, too.”

keigo pouted, furrowing his eyebrows, but dropped it, leaving to get dressed and pack his things.

the rest of the morning went by smoothly, with the both of you silently getting ready and packing your respective things to prepare for the show. new york fashion week was always a big deal, but it wasn’t the first nyfw for either of you, so you were relatively calm.

“ready?” you asked, shuffling your equipment bag over to the door.

“mhm,” he responded, coming up behind you and putting his shoes on. “all set.”

the show went by as expected for the most part, with the two of you splitting up at the entrance once you arrived so that you could join the rest of the photographers and reporters there, while keigo went off to get his makeup and hair done.

you briefly thought back to your fashion week as a rookie photojournalist. your publication had decided that you’d finally done enough smaller projects and assigned you to go and shoot nyfw with some of your more senior colleagues. coincidentally, your first nyfw was also where you’d met keigo – he’d been walking out at the end of the show when you caught his eye, a little photographer that seemed lost and as though she were drowning in the swarm of people.

the show was coming to a close, and all of the models were starting to walk, signaling the show’s conclusion.

you smiled inwardly, a slight warmth rising to your cheeks as you recognized keigo, his dirty blonde locks standing out anywhere in the sea of models, his face bored yet amused as he scanned the crowd for you.

as your eyes locked, the two of you shared a little smile before yours turned to a look of surprise – he’d picked up the pace of his stride, heading directly for you.

the photographers surrounding you busied themselves with getting their final shots of the night, bumping shoulders with you as they jostled around for a better angle.

surprise turned to worry, which quickly led to subtle anxiety as keigo reached you, stopping at the red velvet rope that barred the models’ runway from onlookers and reporters.

your breath hitched in your throat as you anticipated keigo’s next move; your cheeks grew hot as you could feel dozens of pairs of eyes turn on you, questioning why a model had stopped in front of one particular reporter.

keigo smiled, before reaching out his hand and cupping your cheek.

“what do you want to eat for dinner?” he asked innocently.

dozens of flashes went off in your direction, momentarily blinding you as you stood, stunned.

keigo… what the fuck, you thought, still slightly confused by the situation.

you didn’t respond, merely answering him silently with your widened eyes, both asking and glaring.

“is she your girlfriend!?”

“are you dating a reporter?”

“what’s your relationship with her?”

the reporters surrounding you shouted out their questions, demanding answers from the blonde who stood there, seemingly unfazed by the commotion he caused.

“what are we eating?” he asked again, slightly whining this time. “i’m hungry. should i cook?”

the reporter next to you shoved a camera in keigo’s face, forcing him to look his way.

“what is your relationship with her?” he pressed.

“what?” keigo replied lazily. “y/n? she’s my girlfriend, of course.”

you froze in place, unsure of how to respond or act.

it’s not as though you particularly wanted to keep your relationship a secret, but the entire situation was just so… unfathomable? never did you think keigo would be outing you as his girlfriend in front of a hoard of reporters and models, and especially not at new york fashion week.

“is this true!?” the reporter pointed his camera in your direction instead, looking intently into your eyes.

“i-, uh, yes?” you stammered, your voice slightly squeaking due to the pressure.

you were again blinded by the flashing lights and clicks that went off immediately after your response, so stunned by the sudden adrenaline that you didn’t even notice keigo unhooking the velvet rope that separated you two. you were only brought back to reality once you felt his hand on your arm, pulling you away from the mob.

“let’s go eat, baby, i’m hungry,” he said casually, wrapping his arm around you protectively.

you looked up, dazed. “why did you do that?”

“i want people to expect you to take more pictures of me,” he said simply, pouting when he looked down at you. “i don’t like when other photographers shoot me. you do it best. but you were stuck shooting other models this whole time.”

“since when have you been this gigantic jealous baby?” you snorted, incredulous at how corny his response was.

“since this morning when you didn’t promise to take good pictures of me.”

you huffed, even more incredulous now.

“so what are you gonna do about the crowd of paparazzi behind us? i’m supposed to be in that crowd right now.”

“oh. right,” he responded, glancing back over his shoulder. “well… paparazzi can get kind of annoying, but you’ll get used to it. just smile for the cameras.” he grinned, kissing your forehead as you approached your car.

“tch,” you scoffed, annoyed, but accepting of what your life had now become. “keigo, don’t you think we could have, i don’t know, broken the news to the public some other way? or not at all?”

keigo looked at you, a blank expression on his face.

“no, i want everyone to know that we’re together.”

you shared a stare that lasted for a few seconds before you sighed. keigo cupped your cheek once more, forcing you to look into his golden brown eyes.

“i love you,” he said seriously, looking intently into your own. “i’m sorry if you were uncomfortable… i just – i guess i just thought it was cute, you know? we met at fashion week four years ago, thought it’d be kinda symbolic–”

you smiled, prompting his voice to trail off as he felt slightly more assured.

“it’s okay, keigo,” you said, reaching your hand up to touch his cheek too. “was just a little taken aback. but i’m okay with everyone knowing – i was just kidding earlier. but if paparazzi storm our house, you have to deal with it. it’s your fault.”

behind you, cameras flashed and clicked, capturing what was likely to become hailed as the most intense moment of this year’s new york fashion week.

“yeah, yeah, i got it,” he chuckled, rubbing your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. “you’re the best, y/n.”

your body tensed as you zoned in for a moment on the crowd behind you, making you slightly self-conscious about… everything. keigo sensed your discomfort, and drew you in protectively closer to his chest, calming you.

“yeah, i know,” you responded softly. “but you’re cooking tonight.”

“anything for you, love.”

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[thedeadthree]

past 10, present 6, future 4 for elin?

BEL OH MY HII 🥺✨ I hope your doing well lovely and that you had an amazing holiday/new year! thank you so much for the ask about my most beloved bb!

— ELIN WISEMAN, mind blind

10. PAST; what did they dream of doing when they grew up? how and why did it change, if it did?

she wanted to be a model or an art curator! she actually does do modeling in and around Chicago with the local fashion scene (she’s VERY involved with the art and fashion circles around chicago! she loves that she can vicariously live through other creative people and that with her every thought being aired out it’s still alright it’s actually what they find the most endearing abt her! :) its nice to just be!) with the photographers and local designers! they’re like a second family! She did get to walk in a NYFW show or two but since its very high stakes and a bit too far away from her family (nick) and friends its pretty limited what she can do! with her at AEON its still a dream of hers to pursue it at least part time since both subjects are passions she feels DEEPLY for! like still working towards it but the parameters of how she gets there have changed!

6. PRESENT; what is their current relationship with her family?

oo boy HOWDY we are stepping into her least favorite topic in most cases save for one (nick hehe) that is the topic of family :’)!! its strained at best estranged and virtually non existent if she can help it! she really doesn’t want anything to do with either of them, most of all in particular her mom. she puts on her best face for nick’s sake because she knows how much it means to him, BUT ONLY THAT, because the scarring is still MUCH there for her from how things transpired in the INCIDENT and for her own sake she aims to keep the distance between them as it is! ON THE TOPIC OF NICK THOUGH? most beloved most dear, best brother in the known universe and any other known universes? THAT NICK? she wouldn’t be anywhere near the person she is or where she’s at without knowing he’s been in her corner all these years. the most close! best sibs in chi!

4. FUTURE; what was something they were sure would happen in their future but didn’t?

hehe that she would end up with gray! as of recent memory to her she had always thought that she would! but feelings do change! she realized that they had and had felt in the position to move forward, still wanting to be close as friends but knowing that ship has sailed! and that same day was the day she encountered her future spouse, soulmate, and love of her life the partner in life and crime and co parent of the girls kenziee! (in the beginning chapters elin still liked gray up until after she realized kenz had brought annie and went out into the press so she could escape! SWEETEST THING FELL FOR KENT RIGHT THERE and that’s when!)

OC PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE ASKS 🍷 (x.x)

[rawshoesblog]

Jason Wu Fall 2021 NYFW Show.

Jason Wu Fall 2021 NYFW Show.

The shoes from this show were designed by Dear Frances. Images from FN.

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enpointe A #tbt to NYFW last week, where I was given the opportunity to walk and represent a dear friend’s brand. Another item off the bucket list! #takeittotherunway #werk