BUBBLEGUM BITCH.

VIVIAN BANCROFT. xxviii. youtuber and owner of extrav-event. inspiration for marina's entire discography.

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The Neon Demon (2016) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn

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where: calderwood beach when: late evening, july 4th who: vivian & @eleanoregardner

Vivian had been running around all day, attempting to stay away from her father, and his criticisms, as much as possible. She didn’t have the biggest role in the planning of the celebration, something that got under her skin very quickly, but obviously, if something went wrong, her father would point it out to her in a way that made her feel so incredibly small. She got ahead of it, of course - flitting around from food trunk to business to person, making sure that everything was as close to perfect as possible. 

By the time she got to the fireworks show, the lights in the sky had already been bursting for the past half hour. She glanced down at her feet, knowing that she would have to take her stilettos off - she knew from experience that walking in sand in these exact heels was far from successful - and the realization causes her to crinkle her nose. As she pulled her heels from her feet, her gaze traveled quickly around the crowd before her. Spotting Nora laying on a towel, Vivian smiled as she made her way to her dear friend. 

“Evening, darling,” she called, gracefully sitting down next to her friend, careful to not get any sand near her or her designer dress. Knocking shoulders with the woman, she shot her a grin. “You having a good time?”

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ft. wes mccoy

People mostly caught Wes at a bad time, particularly because he seldom enjoyed interruptions. Regardless, he wouldn’t shoo away this particular company considering she could bring good business to Idlewild Brewing Co., and he certainly wasn’t someone to turn down a fat check. “Nah, not a bad time,” he replied nonchalantly. 

The thought of campaigning for a re-election seemed almost baffling, in a way. Hadn’t Mayor Delarosa been elected just last year? Wes retired with the notion that he knew little about the workings of politics, just that his primary philosophy in life was: don’t be an asshole. “Re-election preparation, already?” he asked in a jesting tone. 

“Fantastic,” Vivian beamed at his response. She was always happy to talk about her business - and it certainly didn’t hurt that this potential client looked like that. This was the part of the business she really enjoyed - talking to people, charming her way through town, actually planning the moments people would remember for a lifetime. She wasn’t terrible at the business side of things - she was a Bancroft, after all - but there was a reason she hired Nora. 

Actually, there were several reasons she hired Nora but she didn’t entirely want think about all of them at the moment. 

Vivian smiled at his response. “I thought the same thing, I’m not going to lie. But her chief of staff was rather adamant,” she kept the smile on her face, though she was a bit annoyed in general with the mayor’s chief of staff. Her father had always been a difficult man. “I think it’s more of a way to maintain a personable image. Mayor Delarosa is amazing, obviously. But keeping her in the public eye, welcoming people to talk to her and let them know that she’s still willing to listen to them, is never a bad idea. Which,” she started, “is why I think - we all think - we should involve local businesses.”

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ft. nora gardner

Nora found herself browsing the selection of flowers in the shop while the woman at the counter compiled a list of all the bouquet and centerpiece arrangements, along with their prices. It wasn’t long before Vivian joined them, emerging as a vision—plucked straight from the pages of Vogue—in her fashionable business attire and designer heels. She detected a hint of alcohol on her friend’s breath as the distance between them evaporated, deciding to let it slip to the back of her mind for a discussion at a later time. “I managed to smooth things over for now but you should probably call her tonight just to touch base.” She checked her phone again for any missed calls and breathed a sigh of relief at the vacant inbox. “You’d think for someone about to get married she’d be better at compromising.” 

Considering how often she’d tried to sabotage her own wedding, a part of Nora wondered if Cassandra Banks had any desire at all to tie the knot. She was sure if she asked Vivian, the brunette would spill the details to her in a heartbeat, but out of respect for Cassandra’s privacy she never brought it up. “We should also probably find a use for those hydrangeas. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.” 

The women spent the next few minutes finalizing the order, Vivian able to coax a discount from her mother’s former supplier, demonstrating once again that she had this town wrapped around her finger. “Should we grab lunch? Unless you need to get back to the office.” There was a place nearby that served some of the best burgers and fries in Calderwood, believing her friend could benefit from a bit of grease to soak up all that alcohol. Nora didn’t want her returning to work with a buzz. Most of the time she gave Vivian the freedom and space to do as she pleased, but there were rare moments when her protective side came out. God, she hoped she had the sense to hail a cab.

Vivian nodded as Nora spoke, pulling out her phone to write herself a reminder as she breezed into the florist. “I’ll call her when we get back to the office. Probably just cold feet again,” she commented, knowing that cold feet was a much kinder way to put what was actually happening with Cassandra. At Nora’s second comment, Vivian nodded once more, her lips pursed as she sighed. “Oh, I think she’s signed up for quite enough compromising,” she quipped, her voice quiet enough that she wasn’t sure Nora would even hear her. 

If it had been any other situation, Vivian would have already mooned over the details to Nora over some wine at one of their respective homes. Perhaps it was because she herself was dealing with some internalized homophobia and she didn’t entirely want to open Pandora’s box at the moment - or ever, if she had her way. Or perhaps it was because she and Cassandra had slept together a time or two before and Vivian didn’t want Nora to know that. Of course, she highly doubted that Nora would be petty enough to hold onto some high school hook up, but she still wanted to keep certain things a secret. Why she wanted to appear like decent relationship material to someone who already knew everything about her was still a mystery that Vivian didn’t want to think too hard about. 

“Andrew Rothschild is celebrating her anniversary with his husband at the country club in three days and he said very specifically that there could never be enough flowers for the event so we can relocate those to that event if need be. If not, we can send a few to our donors and affiliate businesses - flattery will get you everywhere in this town,” she said, keeping her voice low so Ms. Waters couldn’t hear her. Turning to the owner yet again, she beamed at her. “Thank you so much, Ms. Waters. You truly are a life saver,” she reached out to place a hand on her shoulder and offered her an air kiss on each of her cheeks - a copy of her mother’s actions. Louisa Bancroft was nothing if not charming, and she taught her daughter to be the same. It seemed to have worked as when she pulled away, the woman was beaming herself. 

She turned to Nora, sliding her arm through her friend’s with ease as the walked out of the store. “Lunch sounds great,” she replied, smiling at her dearest friend as she did so. “As long as I’m back at the office by 2, we’ll be fine.” She had a meeting with her father at 3- never a particularly fun exchange. She needed at least an hour to prepare, both in a business sense and mentally. Perhaps that was why she was all too willing to take those extra mimosas when they were offered. There was no one in the world that made her feel quite as small as her father did. “How’s your morning been, Nora?” She asked, easily seguing into another topic of conversation. She didn’t like to think about her parents if she could help it. 

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ft. regan adamopolous

Regan’s brows furrowed as she poured over a contract. She had managed to forget about the laborious, headache-inducing paperwork during her time away moving and childbirth. Actually, now that she had experienced both, Regan could say without question that she preferred childbirth over paperwork. (Regan also suffered from melodrama, which she would never admit.)

A woman’s voice broke Regan’s focus, for which she was incredibly thankful. She looked up from her heaps of work and eyed the woman. “Paperwork is a drag too,” she added. 

“Yeah, sure.” Regan gestured to the seat across. “Editing?”

Vivian was bored - a dangerous emotion for someone so prone to reckless and vindictive behavior. She was always looking for a distraction, often as she was searching for something to captivate her attention for a few moments before allowing herself to be wrapped up in her own ego. This woman didn’t particularly look interesting - or uninteresting, in fact - but she looked like something she could use to pass the time. 

She smiled, settling herself down in front of the woman as she glanced down at the paper work she was working on. “I can see that,” she teased, crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, I’m a YouTuber,” she said, smiling proudly. However, she waited for the woman’s reaction, knowing that it could go in a direction she really didn’t want to deal with. She was proud of what she did - prouder of her several million followers but that was neither here nor there - and she didn’t really feel like listening to someone drone on and on about how superficial the whole thing was. Vivian was superficial, of course, but it was still a rude assumption. “I’ve been editing this footage for ages, needed a break. What are you working on?”

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where: outside epoch yoga ( idlewind ) who: vivian & OPEN

Louisa Bancroft was not one to stop and smell the roses; she never really took time to relax as there was always too much to do. After her first breakdown, which happened after a few too many doses of Adderall washed down with Pinot Grigio and no one other than the immediate family knew about, she started doing yoga every morning. Vivian, always one to seek her approval, joined her mother for much of her life. 

Meditation never really worked for Vivian; her mind was too fast, always going and going and going and going - just like her mother. Her thoughts always wandered, as she didn’t have the push to really allow her mind to relax at the time. She was self aware enough to realize that no matter where her mind wandered, it would always come back to herself. By the time she was sixteen, yoga was something she did with her mother in the mornings to plan out her day and think about how many tweets she was missing. 

At least that was what it was until her mother died. She hadn’t wanted to go back to it but after coaxing from her therapist ( a therapist she’d had since she was a child, at her mother’s request. they’d both gone together shortly after lousia started to get over her postpartum depression and vivian continued to go into adolescence, mostly so she could talk about herself for an hour a week without someone getting annoyed with her. this, of course, is one of the bancrofts’ many well-kept secrets ) she decided to go back. She attempted to force her brain to shut off, focusing on the breathing or whatever the instructor told her to do but it didn’t always work. Her mind didn’t go back to herself but to the hours she spent with her mother in this studio; she could almost see her face and every time she opened her eyes, she was looking for her. After the third time, she got up abruptly, feigning a cough so she could go get water. 

She headed out of the studio, attempting to keep her breathing regulated. She leaned her head against the outer wall of Epoch Yoga, eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down. As she exhaled one last time, she opened her eyes, feeling someone’s eyes on her. She glanced at them, forcing a smile. “Hot yoga, no water. Needed some fresh air,” she explained away, wiping her forehead. “Not that out here is much better,” she said, fanning herself under the California sun. 

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ft. nora gardner

Sundays at the office had become routine for Nora ever since she came to work for her friend’s event planning business five years ago. It was a time for her to catch up on emails and look forward into the coming week’s big venues. What she hadn’t accounted for was the long-winded voicemail left to her earlier that morning from a client who’s wedding was set for two weeks from now. Nora spent the next 20 minutes on the phone with an emotional bride-to-be, jotting down a grocery list of demands to be executed before the appointed date. Being one of Vivian’s more lucrative clients, she knew she had a lot of work ahead of her to fix the problem, but wouldn’t allow that to ruin her good mood. 

After a few calls to various sellers, Nora was able to negotiate the price to fit within the woman’s budget. She stuck a post-it note on her computer, reminding herself to find a use for 500 white hydrangeas, as the bride now wanted roses instead and it was too late to cancel the order. She ended up leaving the office at a decent hour, opting to pass by Clary Street to sort out the current flower situation. It was too late to order from the same vendor so she’d have to shop with a local florist. Sliding her phone into her purse after texting a quick update to Vivian, she opened the glass door to the shop and stepped inside. The owner was arranging a bouquet of tulips as Nora greeted them with a smile. She was unsure of how to pose such a tall order, but she’d try her best. 

“This might seem like an absurd request, but I need an arrangement of 500 white roses by next Friday and I was hoping you would be so kind as to help me? Price isn’t an issue, but I’m sort of in a tough spot with my client and I’d make sure you were well compensated for your…” she glanced down at the bouquet of flowers, which were actually quite lovely, “unique skill set.” In business, most people often used flattery as a means to an end, but in Nora’s case she was being genuine.

Vivian had been in meetings with current and potential clients all day, though she knew from a slew of texts and missed calls that Cassandra Banks was having a bit of a fit. She was an old friend, so to speak. Cassandra’s mother was one of Vivian’s mother’s old clients so naturally they wanted to keep it in the family; perhaps they wanted a discount but Vivian refused to budge on that front. Perhaps that was why she was being so difficult, or maybe it has something to do with the fact that Cassandra had absolutely zero interest in her husband to be. Vivian could speak to that from experience; from one closeted socialite to another, Cassandra could absolutely do better than some cousin of a cousin of the Meyers family. 

After getting out of her last meeting of the day, and feeling pleasantly tipsy from the several meetings she had at Ramo D'Olivo, which obviously included several glasses of wine, Vivian headed back to the office. She got a text from Nora about half way there, mentioning the florist’s off Clary Street. Redirecting herself, she took a few moments before stepping inside to allow herself to sober up - as sober as one could get in thirty seconds, at least. The cool breeze on her skin could only do so much, though. Popping a mint in her mouth, she pushed open the doors, her heels smacking on the floor. 

“Good evening, darlings,” Vivian smiled brightly at the owner as she walked up to the counter, glancing over at Nora as she glided past her. Her smile, if possible, grew brighter in her best friend’s presence. “Ms. Banks changed her mind again?” She asked, already knowing the answer. It had taken several meetings with Cassandra and her fiance to finalize the flower selection. By the time Vivian had moved her on to china patterns, the husband to be looked ready to rip his own hair out, if not Cassandra’s. Vivian had essentially taken over from there, promising her that everything would be perfect the day of. That didn’t stop her from making last minute changes, and Vivian dearly hoped this would be the last one she made. Her gaze slid over to owner, looking down at the arrangement. “Those are absolutely lovely, Ms. Waters. My mother spoke so highly of you - you worked with her on weddings before, right?” If there was one thing Vivian was good at, it was ass-kissing. 

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ft. wes mccoy

The woman’s words swirled around his mind like chaos; clearly, Wes needed another cup of coffee, or perhaps 5 for that matter. His brain felt slow to process, and Wes chalked it up to having a bad night’s sleep for the past six years, give or take. He caught a bit about the mayor and a fundraiser, but everything else felt like a high-pitched ringing. He blamed Alex Wrotham, the bartender, for whatever reason. Perhaps she had agreed to something on his behalf or, which was far more likely, she had mentioned said fundraiser to Wes, who replied with a grunt and waving motion. Now that he thought of it, the latter seemed more fitting.

Wes eyed the woman—undoubtedly beautiful and decidedly out of his league, if he were looking for that sort of thing, anyway. Besides, she meant business and that meant Wes had to step away from his true passion, brewing, and into the role of Idlewild Brewing Co.’s owner. He hated this part, regardless of the company.

“Alright,” Wes replied as he then turned to fix the keg. He didn’t have time for a sitting meeting, so hopefully she wouldn’t mind following him around for a few minutes. “Fundraiser for…?”

Vivian’s eyes grazed over his form before he turned her way, smiling appreciatively before schooling her features. She had hosted a few events at the brewing company but hadn’t worked with him that closely before. Shame I haven’t been able to stare at his sweet ass up close until now, she thought, but no time like the present. He seemed confused at her words, causing her to tilt her head to the side. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” She asked, not entirely caring if she did, but her mother raised her right - or, rather, she raised her to at least appear polite. “I’m still scouting locations, but I mentioned to someone on the phone that this would be my first choice.” Another white lie, but from her experience, flattery will get you everywhere.

She walked toward him, nodding to the keg. “I’m sure you’re busy, Mr. McCoy, so whatever would be convenient for you,” she gestured, signaling that she could follow after him if need be. She nodded, taking out her folder for the current event. “Fundraiser for her reelection campaign,” she started, opening the folder. Pastel yellow in color - yellow was for city government events, she had a whole system - it contained her current budget, estimated guest list, possible venues, and more. She turned to him, answering the question that she had been answering ever since she announced the event. “It’s never too early to sway the minds and hearts of voters, according to her chief of staff,” she said, referring to her father. “We don’t have a date yet, but I expect them to set a day close to late July or early August. But, obviously, if you decide you’re interested in hosting, you would have a say in that.”

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where: creative co-working who: vivian & @reganisms

Vivian had been editing her one of her videos for the past hour or so. She really needed to hire an assistant to deal with this stuff - she had learned her way around the editing software since starting her channel nearly fifteen years ago, but it was so boring. She enjoyed the attention she got from her channel and the process of filming videos was always fun but editing? It was a massive bore and took ages with how often she got distracted with her Instagram feed. Heaving out a dramatic sigh, she turned her attention away from her computer and towards the surrounding area. Spotting a new face at the table next to her own, Vivian smiled, swiftly leaving her post. She walked over, tapping her on the shoulder. “Hi, there. You’re new,” she commented, gesturing to the seat across from her. “Mind if I join you? Editing is such a drag.”

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ft. wes mccoy

Hectic would be a tame word to describe Wes McCoy’s morning. It all started with an alarm that never went off, which resulted in a very late start to his day (if one would consider 6 o’clock in the morning late, which Wes did), and then veered into adventures in adolescent tantrums in the form of Austin McCoy informing his father he would not attend kindergarten today. Much to the little boy’s chagrin, Wes watched as his son dramatically stomp his way from the car through the school doors. 

Yes, hectic was far too tame a descriptor. 

Now at 10 o’clock in the morning, Wes found himself entering Idlewild Brewing Co. quite late—not officially late, since (as the boss) he could arrive whenever he pleased. Rather, Wes preferred arriving early; the stillness of the morning always proved to be his peak productivity time. 

A quick glance at the parking lot showed the bartender already clocked in for her daytime shift. Wes shoved keys into the door’s lock, but before opening the entrance, he heard footsteps behind him. 

“We open at 11.”

Vivian made the trek towards Idlewind, mentally going through her schedule for the day - starting with a brief meeting with Wes McCoy. The mayor’s office wanted to have a fundraiser within the next few weeks, likely for a reelection campaign. While that was far on the horizon, her father was likely pushing Mayor Delarosa to start winning people’s hearts over now rather than later. And, perhaps, he was doing this purely political strategy - or it might have something to do with padding his youngest daughter’s business. Either way, Vivian wasn’t complaining. 

The office still wasn’t entirely certain whether to have it in city hall or if they should have it somewhere else. Both Vivian and her father were suggesting that they have it in a local business, partially because it looked good that the mayor’s office was supporting local businesses and partially because Vivian already had a relationship with most of the businesses in Calderwood. 

She pulled her car into the parking lot of Idlewind Brewing Company at 9:30 on the dot and immediately got to work perfecting her make up. It was already flawless, obviously, but she always liked to look her best when meeting with potential clients. And on social media. And literally anytime at all, if she was being honest. After reapplying her lipstain for the fifth time and no sign of the brewing company’s owner, she opened up her planner and started going through her schedule yet again. 

She glanced up closer to 10 o’clock and spotted Wes heading in. She swiftly exited her car, sliding her planner into her Birkin bag. She caught the door just as it was swinging closed, walking into behind Wes with ease. At his comment, she smiled. “Of course. I just wanted to catch you before things get crazy - I know how busy you are.” She leaned against the bar as she waited for his gaze to meet her own. “The mayor’s office is having a fundraiser in a few weeks. All of the events I’ve had here have been massive successes,” as were all her events, of course, she added silently, “so I was wondering if you would be interested in possibly hosting another one?”

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an introduction to VIVIAN BANCROFT

TW:  postpartum depression, cancer

pinterest. biography page. connnection page.

twenty eight, ciswoman (she/her), also bisexual af but less open about it, youtuber and owner of extrav-event, grew up on winslow hills but now lives in carlyle city center

the bancrofts have been in calderwood just as long if not longer than some of the established families but they used to just be like right hands and what not. now they’re like the puppet masters of the town, hella influential but like always in the background

her dad’s been the chief of staff for the mayor ever since people can remember. remains the chief of staff even after a new mayor comes in

her mom was the unofficial event planner for the town - super nosy but v charming. if there was anything more than a child’s birthday party going on, she had her hands on it

spoiled baby of the family

#instafamous and MASSIVE on youtube

her handle for everything is “color coded hot mess” bc she has FLAWLESS highlighting skills - both with pens and with make up - and she knows damn well she’s a ~hot~ mess

went to stanford bc her dad made her do it. graduated with a ba in business and english and was planning to do “study art” ( read: get drunk and dick ) in paris but that was shut down when her mom was diagonised with cancer

of course, everyone in her family knew like MONTHS before her and they didn’t tell her and she’s totally not bitter about that

ANYWAY she came home and needed something to distract herself from the fact that her mother, her hero, was going to die so she followed in her footsteps and became an event planner

started her own business, extrav-event, and her mom’s health took a turn for the better and everything was great

then her mom’s health went back to shit and she passed after a few months

that was four years ago and she’s still pretty torn up about it. she’s pretty much become the mirror of her mother - put together, a bit cold, quietly strong - but is also still that image obsessed girl who desperately craves love and attention. still a bif of a snob though

her bio is also horrifically long and her connections page is super sparse but plz hit me up if you want to plot with her!

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