whatever happens, happens.

I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch? ( twenty-two & business marketing )

[ottobuch]

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊:

❝ I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch? ❞

stats.

name: otto martín buch

nicknames: doesn’t have a ton of nicknames because his name is already quite short, but there are many instances where buch catches a slip of the tongue and someone calls him bitch instead

age: twenty-two.

gender identity: cis-male.

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: September 14th, 1999.

star sign: virgo.

year of study: sophomore.

major: business marketing.

occupation: unemployed / student  

place of birth: Gütersloh, Germany

height: 5′11

info.

rolf eberhard buch had the fortune of having two sons, and otto had the fortune of being the youngest of them. he was born screaming, and grew into an impossibly mouthy child- a burden to his mother, a young spanish model with very little interest in child rearing, and then a burden onto the nannies and au pairs that were charged with him.

as soon as he was old enough, otto was sent off to america where his upbringing continued to come at the hands of those who were not his parents. boarding school was what turned him from a baby, to a boy, to a man, and in america he learned not only english, history and maths, but he learned how distance kept his father’s gaze from peering over his shoulder and how cleverness and charisma was a better salve for his problems than kindness and generosity usually was.

he was a greedy child, always toeing at the limits to see what he could get away with, causing trouble and breaking things just to see what would happen. these traits never disappeared, his mean streak has stayed ugly in his belly, twining through his body like arteries do. 

now, otto lives in linacre and he’s studying business at the insistence of his father- (he has to contribute to society in some way) and despite all odds, he’s really enjoyed it. he’s taken very well to the business bro lifestyle and he is likely very close with the other well to do, snooty assholes that he attends classes with.

meddlesome, fashionable and slightly cruel when it serves him, otto is a man who would famously burn down the bridge he was standing on if it would serve his own amusements. he knows little of consequence and his secondary concern after his own well being is having a good time. those who have wormed their way into his black heart are suspended there as though stuck in amber. he is many things, but he is also loyal!

pls plot with me i am down for everything :)

( aron piper, he/him + cismale, 22 ) | well of course you’ve heard of ( otto buch ), right? they are a  ( second ) year student living in ( linacre ) taking ( business marketing ) at rye university, and as per the blinds, they are like ( a five knuckled kiss adorned with silver rings, laughter that trills over the heady beat of bass and the scuffed toes of jet-black saint laurents ), but that may just be because they know about ( REDACTED ). 

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afaulkncr​:

        “you think i don’t know that? i see how tight your pants get the second my voice goes low enough for only you to hear, buch.” his fingers got caught in the tight curls of the man’s nape, never stopping him though from using this time to stay close to him. avery getting time away with otto wasn’t too far short from a rare thing, though the fact that the other had found this rooftop pool so easily after they had landed it seemed like the plans had already been made for the two of them. “he can’t dump us, he tells us his deepest secrets. plus, i have the code to his garage and stole the spare key,” avery shined off a falsely innocent smile over towards the direction of otto with a shrug. “it’ll either piss him off that he wasn’t invited or… yeah, just that. you know how he gets – hell, almost just as jealous as you.”

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Avery’s grip tightened, but it was his words that made Otto’s breath catch. A toothy smile curved at his lips and he laughed throatily, dark eyes begging for something a little more than words. They were both starving creatures, they lapped at the pool of affection when it came to their feet, in each other’s arms they feasted readily. Water caught the light as it beaded on exposed skin and Otto wondered if they looked to those who hurried by like something carved of marble: two gods intertwined, golden and beautiful. “You’ve got the spare key, I live there— I have my own bedroom.” He gleamed, “Moved my shit back last week, Kenna’s finally forgiven me, but I’m still working out how to forgive her. She’s gone and gotten a dog, you know.” He snorted, “Maybe it’ll send him running to join us. Three’s a crowd but I do love crowds.”

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lamaisaeli​:

    “Tell me something, Buch.” Mai lifted up the edge of her giant hat to be able to peer up at Otto over the edge of her sunglasses. “Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?” She rolled her eyes, but despite her words, she reached up to rest a hand on the arm he extended towards her to pull herself up into a standing position. “I mean, I’m not surprised that you’re not having any options to get railed on the sand. But that you always have to annoy me when you want to be entertained… it’s a waste of my time, you know.”

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He considered, humming under his breath before leaning in, a grin tugged wide against his lips. It was something Cheshire-like, and he wondered that if he fixed his features like so just long enough, if he would blink from view like the Alice in Wonderland creature. “I think it might have something to do with the fact that you can’t be bothered with me,” he considered, “Something about a lost boy’s need for validation, et cetera, et cetera.” He clutched at his chest, pantomiming being shot point blank as the woman spoke. “It’s not the options that have be down bad, it’s the concept.” Otto sighed, “Now my feelings are hurt, so you have to make it up to me.”

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xxcalista​:

open to all

her hand lingers by the silver railing of the yacht. a line of crystal water runs across and under the white boat… and then one of deep blue that makes her heart race, her skin tingle. she stands in her favorite yellow bikini, the sun burns and calista… is utterly happy. the ocean breeze kisses her skin with a familiarity that almost brings a tear. the girl glances back, a teasing smile adorning peach lips as she turns her back on the ocean and sets both feet on the yacht’s edge. “oh don’t tell me you’re worried about sharks”.

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Otto took a mouthful of his beer, clambering up out of the underside of the boat to join the rest of the students who were sunning themselves. The back of his hand swiped at his mouth, and he snickered as the bosun scampered back to work from behind him. There was fun to be had in Ibiza, and he wasn’t one to be left out of a good time. The brunette sitting at the edge of the boat was someone familiar, and his brow lifted when he walked towards her, his stride eating up their distance before they were standing next to one another. “I only see one shark here,” he snorted. “Do you think people worry when you’re above water for too long, Calista?”

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afaulkncr​:

        avery made sure the water didn’t separate the two of them, staying close to the other in the time of being in the pool while listening to his every word. it made him chuckle the way otto was describing his dream bronzed look which got a nod out of avery in the way of showing he was all in for the ride. “whatever you want, ill make sure to inflate that head of yours.” almost naturally though, a hand moved up to play with the curls on the nape of the other’s neck while a fit of laughter filled the air from the stripe left on his own nose. “maybe he needs a boys night out, i couldn’t even tell you what the hell he’s been up to these days.” it was true, the three of them were beginning to look more like two and a half in the way rhys was m.i.a which wasn’t something avery liked. “or maybe he wants a text message, like a normal person, o.”

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“My ego is very delicate you know, I just need little whispers to keep me going every once in a while.” He curved closer into Avery, basking in the attention as fingertips brushed against the sun kissed skin at the back of his neck. Had he of been something feline, the tip of his tail would have curved in contentment— this was where he was happiest, the center of someone’s attention. They belonged to one another, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle: this never changed regardless of how much time spent away, but they belonged to the rest of the world as well. Otto’s affections were not singular, a hypocritical stance for someone who got terribly put out over the idea of Avery’s heart beating for someone else as well. “Think he’s dumped us?” He pouted, “I wonder who they are.” Dark eyes rolled, “A normal text message? He can stick with whatever vanilla girlie he’s banging these days if that’s what he’s after.” Otto reached up for his phone, grappling for it with a damp hand as his lips curved indulgently. “Should I send him a picture? Let him know what he’s missing?”

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afaulkncr​:

        avery sipped on the glass that hug out on the side of the rooftop in hopes of not actually spilling it in the chlorinated water. with no surprise, otto had been extra touchy with him in a graceful plan that they would soon have the majority of the rooftop to themselves — typical otto. with a smirk, avery looked down in the man’s direction of his shoulder. “it’s been a day, i cant look all that tanner,” fingers pinched gently at the other’s hips with a smirk. “have you tried using words? you know rhys likes to talk in deep, deep detail..” he chuckled, leaning over to press lips to the man’s chin.

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“You might not, but if I don’t look super glowy and handsome, I hope you lie to me about it. I want to come out of this week looking like the bronzed god of sunshine, y’know, like I was raised eating olives under the Tuscany sun or something like that.” He’d done his hair especially for the occasion, soft curls coiled at the crown of his head and he hoped briefly that Avery would run his fingers through them. Otto laughed, flicking his tongue out teasingly to run a stripe against the other’s nose when he moved in for the peck. “I once tried to send him voicenotes, in case I was missing out on his preferred form of communication, you know how they say everyone’s got a different style or whatever, but he literally left me on read. It hurt so, so bad.”

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for: @mateoalcantara​ location: somewhere outside, at night.

There he was, the man whom he’d been paired up with for the Valentine’s day date. It felt as though things had come full circle, given the fact that it was the psychology department that was in charge of most of the funding that had come for the trip— and when he approached Mateo, his grin was wide. The sunshine didn’t make him freckle, but he tanned easily and in such a place, Otto was glowing. His mother was from Spain and it felt as though Ibiza was a bit of a homecoming for him, comfort lead to an ease that was easily confused with arrogance. Sitting heavily beside Mateo, his shoulders bumped the other’s. “You look lonely out here, with just the stars winking down at you. Come on, I’ll treat you to a beer and I’ll wink at you instead."

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for: @lamaisaeli​ location: the beach

“Now that we’re all the way across the country,” Otto said, disturbing Mai’s peace and peering under the umbrella that she was content to be resting under— “I think you definitely can’t say no to an ice cream with me. The weather’s perfect for it, and you know what,” he grinned, holding out an arm for her to take. “It’s my treat.” They both knew that it was the school that would be footing the bill of the voracious appetites of the students of Rye, but it was cheeky to mention. “Come on, everyone’s out playing sports or getting railed on the sand. I’m bored and wasn’t interested in getting my bits all gritty.” His head canted, “Hang out with me.”

[6loner96]

A R O N

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astoriamelborne​:

who: open where: ibiza

“I bought a yacht!” she grins as her feet are buried in the sand. She had been on a rental the day before and money was something she had in billions. “Come, let’s go hang out on it.” they had a full staff on board and could lap from the life of luxury.

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She didn’t have to say it twice. Otto stood, stretching like a contented house cat before he reached down to yank Astoria up. “A yacht in Ibiza? What a treat. You’ll have to show me around, I’ll be on my best behaviour.” His grin was twenty-four karat, something solid gold, and he squinted away the sun. “Just us? That might be fun. You know, the last time I was on a big ol’ boat, I was with a pal who was chartering for Below Deck Med. Cheap bastard, he wanted that television discount and the thirty seconds of fame for being a nightmare guest.”

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for: @afaulkncr​ location: rooftop hotel pool

Otto curved into Avery’s side, pressing a kiss to a bare shoulder. His skin tasted of sunscreen and smelled of coconut, making his nose wrinkle before he tucked his chin into the crook of the other man’s neck. Their blatant and unapologetic display of PDA was making others who had sought out the rooftop bar uncomfortable— already the chairs around them had vacated, leaving Otto well on his way to the master plan of having the pool all to themselves. “A tan looks good on you, you know.” The words were purred by warm skin, paired with a smile. “Maybe we should take another vacation like this, after school’s done. Just you, me,” he paused, pouting— “Rhys too, if he decides to stop ghosting me every time I send him an eggplant emoji.”

[toreth]

[lost-caps]

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astorfm​:

“an heir,” she reminded him, a smirk dancing across her lips. “not the heir. should something happen to your older sibling, you would inherit the fortune — would you not?” whether he actually ended up with the responsibility of navigating the buch fortune or not wasn’t something brigid truly cared about — their friendship was not built on a foundation of the finances their lineage brought them, though their privilege was often undeniable. “so quick to assume there are no other students under the initials AF, otto,” the blonde cooed. “it sounds like someone may be jealous. tell me — does the idea of avery and i wrapped up in one another get under your skin?”

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“Should I call Jürgen then, and remind him to take all his vitamins?” Otto was sure that such a responsibility would go to some tenured shareholder before it would go to him— but that, as he voiced with a shrug of his shoulder and a dismissive hand gesture, “Anyways, that’s just semantics.” He had begun to pull up documents on his computer, but a glance upward found her verdant stare. Perhaps, the male realized when his jaw tightened at her tone, he had met his match. Jealousy was something he denied often, to be jealous was to mean that he cared but he was as possessive as most, wishing to keep the things he held dear: dear to him only. “How many do you know that run in our circles, because I can count only one. I don’t expect you to be running off with the stable boys.” No, that was more of his area of expertise. Still, Otto let out a forced laugh, shaking his head while he lied through his teeth. “Not jealous, just curious. I don’t mind sharing, but I do hate when I want attention and it’s divided.”

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afaulkncr​:

        avery gave off a pout of his own, plucking off his lower lip out in a defense of apology as the other man shrugged away from him. “oh shut up, buch. the was such an innocent dog! just wondered away, and don’t ever accuse me of not caring about you or we will have an issue.” he smirked over at otto, giving the lady a nod as a sign of truce while the man next to him could have cared less. “oh, is that the reason you wanted to bring me out to eat, huh?” an eyeroll, sarcastic as always, but an eye roll nonetheless. with a grin the man got out of the car to attend the restaurant with the other. he was stubborn, incredibly stubborn, but avery couldn’t be the pot calling the kettle with that one. “fine.”

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“Is any dog truly innocent?” He was being dramatic now, but the smile that Avery had a tendency of bringing upon his features curved upwards— fighting the formation of his pout with the smallest tug at the corners of his lips. “I could pull a Batman and just buy the whole restaurant so we can push together the best tables, but that would be a bit dramatic.” Otto closed the door behind him, a little harder than usual, but he was soon smoothing out his clothing and preening in the side mirror. Content with how he looked, he cast hazel eyes in the other man’s direction, cooing as his arm slipped into the crook of Avery’s. “He’s handsome and he takes care of me? Maybe you should meet my mother, she’s getting upset that I keep bringing Bambi to things. You’d probably impress her and then some.”

[funnytwittertweets]

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afaulkncr​:

        avery couldn’t help the chuckles that were leaving his lips as the irritation coming from otto’s energy only increased as the dog continued to try and make his way into the car with the two of them. “he’s not hurting anything, ots.” he grinned over at the man in the driver’s seat who was now seen to be… was he pouting? avery rolled his eyes with a grin and leaned over to squeeze at the man’s thigh. “nothing is gone, you ass. and i can promise this labrador isn’t going to kill you.” he grinned, squeezing his thigh again just before he was about to get out, seeing a woman running over towards the car to apologize for the dog. “see. all gone! i’m practically a dog whisperer.”

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Otto glared at Avery as he cooed at the dog that kept leaping up at the window. A flash of white canines made him lean further away from it, and he shrunk further in his seat. “You literally don’t know that. What if he has rabies? It’s almost like you don’t care about me.” He was ready to fully whine, but the creature was already bounding away, in the direction of the unruly labrador. “What you are, Cesar Milan, is on thin fucking ice.” He curved in after rolling the window up to cut off her string of apologies, caring little for what she had to say now that the dog was back on its lead. “I think you’ll have to make it up to me, actually.” Otto’s lips curved, and forgiveness was easily given back as he thought about their conversation preluding the trip to the restaurant. “Over some Grade-A Wagyu, maybe?” A kiss found the corner of Avery’s mouth, and he reached then for the door handle. “Hope you’re paying.”