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elena lima. twenty four. mount wells resident. youtuber. beauty guru. find me at /limamua. soul of aphrodite

[limaelena]

thezacharybailey:

He realized that the best way to please her is to actually listen, well at least let her speak. She is beautiful it’s a shame that she seems to believe she is completely off limits to him. As someone with as big an ego and false confidence as he does, it’s hard for something to be unattainable. He nods at her. “Fine fine I’m done now go ahead.” 

“I’m not going to sneak, I’m ‘gonna get them on The List and then off of it when I think we should switch it up. It’s so boring having the same damn people in there all the time.” He immediately regrets the decision to cooperate as Rhiannon’s brought up. “What? She sending you to communicate with me now?” 

She shakes her head disapprovingly, though there’s the ghost of a smile on her face. It is difficult to actually stay mad at Zac when he is constantly so charming and easy going. Rhiannon is obviously more talented at that, but she simply couldn’t. It is exactly how Aaron won her over in the first place after all, how he still wins her over again and again. “How are you planning to get them on the List? Batting your eyelashes at the main boss?” They both know Heath’s secret, but still Elena doesn’t want to take any chances.

“No, she isn’t. In fact, she would probably get super pissed if she knew I’m here trying to reason with you, but I’m doing this in the name of love.” She sighs. “You need to pull yourself together and stop acting like a man-child.”

[limaelena]

rhiannonhebert:

“You can’t confirm that, you’re nice to everyone. You may not even know that they’re creeps, like with this guy for example.” She can’t help but scoff slightly at the ease her friend had with getting what she wants by simply saying please. “Well yeah, you could ask them to do anything in those videos and they would. The creepy ones are the guys who don’t give a fuck and do whatever they want anyway. Maybe you should get better security.” 

“Or install some loud dog barks in your doorbell, or I guess when you approach the door. That would have gotten rid of him, or at least given him wet pants and then he’d have to go home. But I guess Brenton coming back will be enough of a startle.” She opens the cupboard and pulls out two glasses. Then pours them both a glass of rosé, she walks over and hands one to Elena. “How are you two anyway? Not that I’m at my 100% approval rate yet, but I haven’t seen him in a while.” 

Elena rolls her eyes. Rhiannon was never going to understand, because she was used to distrusting anyone without giving them a chance. She was the exact opposite herself, always trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. There were obviously pros and cons for both their ways, but it was in their nature now, and neither of them was going to change any time soon. “What do you mean better security? Do you want me to hire a bodyguard or something? That would be insane, Rhi. Though I have been invited to Vidcon this year and I will have security there.” She chuckles. “Can you imagine? Me? Surrounded by bodyguards?” She sighs. “I don’t even know if I’m going but still it sounds so cool.”

She smiles as her friend hands her the drink, taking a little sip. “We’re fine. He’s just busy all the time and it’s hard to coordinate our schedules. He works all day, I edit during the night. But it’s not like I can say anything. He’s been working so hard, and he’s absolutely brilliant. I don’t want to rob him of that just because I need attention.”

[swedishfishrule]

[aaron-gunvaldsson-blog]

“Hey, it’s me… again. I’m starting to get worried, call me back,” Aaron huffed into the phone, his anxiety cracking through his voice as it was now going on almost 72 hours with no text or call back from Elena. It wasn’t the first time she had gone completely silent on him, and deep down he knew exactly why she was doing so. She wanted to sever ties, separate herself from him as much as possible so they wouldn’t fall right back into the same thing once again. She didn’t want to betray Brenton anymore than she already had.

The only difference between this occurrence and the ones in previous months is that… well, Aaron was attached. The thought of not being near her was almost excruciating, and as ridiculous as he knew it was based on the tangled web they had weaved together, he just couldn’t shake it. He was going crazy.

-

The constant banging from Aaron’s fist on Elena’s door was finally enough to elicit a response from her. And when she came into view, Aaron was clearly out of sorts - face red, sweaty from the run over. “What the hell, Elena?”

@limaelena

[limaelena]

It was a blessing Brenton wasn’t home. Otherwise this would have been the end of the twisted game she was unwillingly playing. She should have imagined this was going to happen though. Aaron wasn’t someone to just settle and move on, he was going to come looking for answers, which was exactly what he was doing now. And she owe them to him. 

The problem was that Elena knew perfectly well what was going to happen the second she opened that door. She was going to see him standing there, adoration and anger clear in his eyes, and she was going to fall for him all over again. It had happened before, it was probably going to happen in the future. At this point, she couldn’t help it. Every time he looked at her like that, she melted, and she entered the same patter all over again without even thinking. Every time she promised herself she was going to act different, that she was going to do the right thing, but the truth was that she could already feel herself faltering before even opening the door. 

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, full face of colorful makeup on since she had been filming for the past couple of hours. “Brenton could be here any minute and you thought the best idea was what? Tearing my door down?” She sucked her lips in and grabbed his wrist, trying to calm him down. “Let’s go talk somewhere else, please?”

[limaelena]

thezacharybailey:

There’s a call that beautiful women have for him, as soon as Elena speaks he is powerless but to shift his attention to her. Since she is obviously more attractive than those he is trying to interact with. “You want me to be done Lima?” 

“Why can’t you be nice to me gorgeous? I didn’t do anything, you know I’ll even buy you a latte or whatever.” He’s not too great at acting innocent. “Yeah, but c’mon they’d really give the place some variety. We’ve ‘gotta expand eventually.” 

She rolls her eyes. “Of course I want you to be done. I want to talk to you. I thought that was clear.” Elena frowns, not really understanding the meaning of his tone. Or maybe she does a little, but she decides to ignore it in favor of not thinking her best friend’s ex? boyfriend is now flirting with her. 

“I don’t drink latte, I drink tea. Caffeine makes your body cells grow older faster.” She rolls her eyes. “And I am being nice. You’re the one that has left me hanging because you’re trying to sneak in some girls into the club. By the way, you better convince Kat because there’s no way you’re going to get them approved otherwise,” She shrugs. “We need to talk about Rhiannon.”

[limaelena]

naiaguerrero:

Each word Elena spoke only made Naia’s heart sink deeper, it wasn’t often that the designer was at loss for words — however, when her best friend expressed how lost she felt it was difficult to find the right thing to say. “Lena, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you,” she assured, moving in closer and wrapping her arms around Elena. Whenever the topic of the affair came up it was difficult because it had been a situation she had never been in herself, what was even the right advice to give? Naia wasn’t close to Aaron, so he was the least worrying factor in that equation, but Brenton was her friend too and sometimes she felt guilty for carrying a secret that wasn’t hers. She could only imagine how much worse Elena felt.

“Do you think you can’t end things because you’re used to him and you’d feel bad or because you’re still in love with him?” That was probably a difficult question for her friend to answer, but Naia was trying to understand how she felt. “It’s not wrong to love two people,” she mumbled, wiping Elena’s tears away. “You have a big heart, we both know this, it just needs to choose one. It’s not going to get any easier, nena.”

“You think so?” Elena asked, still sobbing, as her friend wrapped her arms around her and she buried her head in her shoulder. It was really hard to think that way right now, when Brenton had apologized so many times for not being at home, and Aaron was calling her non stop because she was basically ghosting him. She felt like she was dying inside, like she had dug her own grave and now she needed to lay in it. And on top of it all, she was forcing her friends to carry her secret as well. Naia, Heath, they were all forced to participate in this and they hadn’t even asked for it. So now she was a bad girlfriend, a bad lover, and a bad friend. 

“No, no, I’m in love with both of them.” It was so difficult to admit it out loud, but she had known for a while now. That was the root of all her problems. “They’re so different, but they’re both crazy about me, so how can I not be crazy about them? I feel like I would drown if I lost any of them. Like I need both to be happy.” She pulled back, wiping off the tears. “Is that strange? What if I can’t choose?”

[limaelena]

rhiannonhebert:

“What the fuck? I keep telling you to stop being so nice to creeps babe! Look what they do when you simply like one of their Instagram photos, they’re ready to come to your door like there was an invitation.” Her nose is scrunched up in disgust as she sits up properly in her seat to make her opinion even more known. As if her judgement of Elena’s choice in men wasn’t present enough. 

“Okay well you did the right thing, you shouldn’t be staying there when he’s lurking. But also you should have called the police, they’d get him off of your property. I just hope he didn’t follow you here, because I’m certainly not afraid to turn on the sprinklers and scare him.” At least her friend was safe here, she was relieved that she didn’t think she had to wait around for this guy to take photos of her for his shrine or something. Rhiannon gets up to lock the door at the thought. “Do you want a drink?” 

“Hey! First of all, I’m not being nice to creeps. I didn’t even know this man existed anymore. He must have watched one of my videos or something. Besides, he’s not the first to do it. Some viewers have already waited for me outside my house but fortunately they stopped after I asked them to in one of my videos.” Elena sighed, shrugging. She was generally nice to everyone. It wasn’t her fault if said people ended up being creepy stalkers, right? They were the ones in the wrong. 

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I took a peek while I was going out and he was still there, trying to see if I was at home. I texted Brent and told him to scare him away if he runs into him when he gets to the apartment. He wanted to hurry back, but I told him not to worry, that I was here.” Not that she didn’t love spending time with Rhiannon, but in all honesty, she would have liked for Brenton to come home early that night. She nodded. “Sure, why not? I’m not going to do much more editing tonight.”

[gorgcn]

⋆* –♕; greek mythology / a casual aphrodite ▸ imagined in pink ❜

soft petals. love letters received. silk beneath her. diamonds above her. 

[girhlygirhl]

Modern day Venus

[limaelena]

@naiaguerrero > “it’s okay. you can tell me.”

( june 13th / naia’s home / evening)

Elena knew she could trust Naia. In fact, her friend was probably the person she trusted the most in the world. She was the only one who she could tell absolutely everything to. Not that she didn’t love Rhiannon, because she did, with all her heart, but she was also terrified of what her reaction would be when or if she found out about what she was doing. They all had seen what had happened with Zac, how his deceitful ways had affected her friend, and Elena was sure the second Rhiannon learned about her treason it was going to be like having the enemy home. 

Naia didn’t judge her, though. Or maybe she did, but at least she was kind enough not to let it show. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Nai.” Elena finally spoke, tears rolling down her face. “I feel like I can’t stop. It’s like I see Brent and he’s so wonderful and perfect, and I’m like, I’m going to end this. I’m going to talk to Aaron and tell him I can’t do this anymore. But then every time Aaron touches me, I just melt. What is wrong with me?”

[thezacharybailey]

location: asphodel café date: june 12th status: open

“You should absolutely come, yeah. What? The List? Don’t worry about it. I know someone, I can totally hook you up. It’s going to be bomb AF. I’m writing some new songs that are going to sound so good. Who knows? Maybe I’ll sing one especially for you.” Zac winked at the blonde girl he was talking to. “Remember, just say you’re there to see The Olympians. You’ll be hearing from us soon.” Yet another favor he had to ask Heath for. But come on, the club needed hot people to be a success, right? Actually, he was the one doing the favor here. Suddenly he hears a voice behind him that seemed like it had been calling his name or something. 

“Sorry, I was spacing out. What were you saying?” 

[limaelena]

Elena rolls her eyes, her chai tea in hand, her designer shoes tapping on the floor as a sign of impatience. She has been waiting to talk to Zac for what feels like ages, but apparently he’s too entertained to pay attention to her. That never happens. She’s not used to not having all eyes on her, especially when she’s demanding for said attention. Yet Zac always seems to be the exception to everything in this town. 

“Are you done, Zachary?” She asks, flipping her hair back and raising an eyebrow. “You know I try to be nice to you, I really do, but sometimes you make it impossible. Also, there’s no way you’re getting those girls into the List. You know they’re totally random.”

[brentonlefevre-blog]

location: elena and brenton’s home date: june 13, 2018; 9:53pm availability: closed for @limaelena

    He tries to remember the last time he’s seen the kitchen in daylight. He’s grown accustomed to leaving the house before the sun rises over the Eastern shoreline, returning late into the night with weary muscles and a back that aches far more than is considered normal for someone his age. He moves quietly, having removed his shoes at the doorstep. The last thing he wants to do is disturb Elena in case she had already fallen asleep.

    He swallows the lump in his throat, eyes shamefully falling to the hardwood panels beneath his feet. Brenton moves with silent footsteps to the kitchen, compelled forward by the growling of his stomach. He hadn’t eaten since the morning, and even then it was just a stale old granola bar he had found in the glove compartment of his car. He hears a voice inside of his head chastise him, but he can’t place whose voice it is.

    It sounds like the disappointed chorus of everyone in his life who cares about him.

    The silence that permeates the air is thick like the fog of an October morning. It feels out of place on a beautiful New England summer night like tonight. Times like this should be spent out on the town, with friends and enemies alike, drinking worries and sorrows away under the starry sky. Instead he slinks like a goddamn criminal in his own house, pulling out a carton of half-eaten rocky road ice cream from the freezer. Oh the luxuries of adulthood, he thinks, where no one can tell you what you can and cannot eat for dinner.

    He’s about to shovel a spoonful into his mouth when he hears the floorboards creak behind him.

[limaelena]

She always hear him come home. Every single night. Some days, when she’s been with Aaron, she’s too embarrassed to greet him, so she pretends to be asleep. Today, however, it’s not one of those days. Elena’s still wide awake, her new weekly video almost finished in her laptop. I tried to recreate a James Charles tutorial, it’s called, and she only has to edit the thumbnail in order to have it ready to go live tomorrow at noon. She’s learned that from him; to keep her schedule organized. She’s learned so much from him, actually, even if she doesn’t realize most of the time. 

Elena sneaks into the kitchen barefooted, and she’s not entirely sure if he’s noticed her presence or not. Tiredness suits her apparently, because despite the amount of hours spent in front of her laptop she looks flawless, the silk of her nightgown falling perfectly down her frame as waves and salt would cover a siren’s body. She’s a goddess, she’s his goddess; but not completely, even if he isn’t aware of it. 

“I missed you.” That’s the only thing she says, hugging him from behind and resting her cheek on his back. It’s not a lie, she has. Something inside her tells her she has been missing him for months. “You look exhausted. Do you want me to make you something to eat? Don’t get me wrong, that ice cream looks good but I think you can do better.” She chuckles, but she doesn’t move away to let go of him. Instead she presses a brief kiss to his back. “Maybe after that we can go to bed together.”

[nicolevernier]

Elena sneaks into Rhiannon’s home in order to aviod her ex // @limaelena

“Wait –who did you run into?” She’s borderline yelling across the room while Elena lets herself in the back door. Her mother wouldn’t mind exactly that she was allowing her in the house at this time of night, but honestly she wouldn’t notice –being three floors up and asleep already. Rhiannon was spread out on the living room sofa, a book open and a hot drink on the table beside her (obviously accompanied by a coaster). 

“How does he know where you live?” 

[limaelena]

Sneaking out of her own home, and into Rhiannon’s, all in heels and with her laptop secured by her side was a monumental task. However, if she had been able to pull off the all green makeup challenge, she was going to be able to make this happen. It was a good thing her best friend was still awake, and left the back door of her house open as soon as she texted her. 

“Oh my Gosh, you can’t imagine. Remember Guy? The dude I dated in high school before Brenton? The one who turned out to be a creeper. Well, apparently he’s still a creeper because he was waiting for me at the door. What?” She rolled her eyes. “I was editing, and Brent wasn’t home, and he wouldn’t stop ringing the doorbell. So I didn’t know what to do.”

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

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[limaelena]

aaron-gunvaldsson :

It wasn’t often that Aaron took pains to get dressed up, normally the one to skip these town events where the only purpose was to stroke the ego of the wealthy. But tonight was different for the mere reason that Elena wanted him to attend - and she broke him down far enough that he actually promised her he would. As his gazed scanned the crowd, he was sure it would land on the beautiful brunette and her clueless boyfriend, the thought making Aaron’s stomach twist.

There she is. Alone, flashing her ever-so-popular smile to person after person who wanted to fawn all over her. It was like magic - the way she was able to pull people under her spell so easily - Aaron included.

Champagne in hand, he made his way around her once the coast was clear, pressing himself against her backside as his lips drew closer to her ear. “I could eat you up,” he growled just audibly enough for her to make it out, a smirk teasing at the corners of his lips as his hand smoothed around her hip, encouraging her to turn around to face him. “Where’s your other half?” he inquired without any actual interest in the answer.

@limaelena

She had seen him, of course she had. In fact, there wasn’t a moment where she didn’t find herself scanning the place in search for him. This was an official event though, and Brenton was here, so there was no way she could sneak and talk to him, not unless she wanted to pretend they were simple friends. It was painful to do that, to have him so close and not being able to reach out and touch him, to see him flirt and talk to other people, knowing very well that she didn’t have any right to say anything, that she was there doing something worse. 

Still, when he pressed his body against hers, even before seeing him she knew it’s him behind her. By now she had memorized his touch, his scent, his whole presence. She knew every inch of him too intimately not to notice him. 

It’s a good thing there was no one around, otherwise they would be in serious trouble. Though when his voice reached her ear, she wanted to forget about everything and just kiss him right there and then. “You still can.” She replied, her lips curving into a little smirk. “Just not here.” His second question made her shrug. “Not with me right now, fortunately. I think he’s checking on Tristan at the bar. Why? Do you want me to call him?”