@thighighcrocs-UwUs-are-snatched
A rich man slowly realizes that he's falling in love with his assistant.
I'd prefer to be the assistant cause I have such a cinnamon roll!!!
Ooohhh, I can't wait to write an asshole rich guy
XD Here's the temp:
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Age: (29-30)
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Role: (Rich man // Assistant)
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Backstory: (optional)
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Name: Robin Crest
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Role: Assistant
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/723461127613658687/
Usual Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/107664247328164675/
Style: Typically, she dresses business, or very professional. When she's not working, she wears comfy clothes – jeans and a soft T-shirt. But she's hardly ever not working. Can always be seen wearing some kind of necklace that has a meaning to her.
Personality: Dedicated, hard-working; clumsy, but she tries her hardest not to be; she's very formal most of the time, and she's also incredibly smart.
Cutest habit: Tucking the caps of her pens behind her ear and (often times) forgetting about them. She also will fall asleep in the middle of writing something, when she's really tired.
Backstory: She's just a sweetie-pie who needs a job and tries really, really hard to be organized.
Likes: being creative: dancing, sewing, baking, singing; being outside, enjoying the sights
Dislikes: all-nighters (but she does them all the time)
Favorite…
• Color: Navys, black, grays
• Food/Drink: Chocolate covered pretzels/Lemonade
• Movie/TV Show: Miss Congeniality/HIMYM
• Book: To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
• Song/Artist: Watch Me Do - Meghan Trainor/Meghan Trainor, Kelly Clarkson
• Animal: Snowy Owls
• Item: Her gel pens or her necklaces
• Place to be: Relaxing on her couch watching TV (never happens)
• Activity: Playing trash can basketball with crumpled up papers when she's alone
• Season: Spring
• Number: 22
• Weather: Light, easy rain
• Word: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/542543086346464980/
Hobbies: Designing clothes
Theme Song: Broken & Beautiful - Kelly Clarkson
Other: She's left-handed
Awwww
She's a cinnamon roll ;)
My boi might take a bit, tbh, but I'll get him up today for sure
Okay, coolio!
Bump
Working on him! I don't have a lot of guy characters fleshed out, so I'm just making a new one.
Name: Lucas Knight
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Role: Everyone's favorite rich asshole.
Appearance: https://oliviacunning.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/f3d7c4d024428587096b8fa4997d6506.jpg?w=290 wHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND PICTURES OF ACTUALLY DECENT LOOKING GUYS? Anyway, his eyes are greeeeeyy.
Usual Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/348395721157222000/ But like, better fucking shoes. He's got a suit jacket, too, but it's usually just hanging off the back of his desk chair.
Style: Always dressed to the nines, to keep up appearances. His clothing is all very specifically chosen to be tight enough to showcase his muscles. Button ups with the sleeves rolled up, slacks or jeans, and nice shoes.
Personality: Comes across as a bit of an asshole at first. If you pay attention though, he's actually pretty sweet. Hires ex-cons, prostitutes, and kids from troubled backgrounds to his various companies to give them second chances. Loves kids and animals, and can be pretty fun when he wants to be. Flirty, and occasionally manipulative.
Cutest habit: Tugging his hand through his hair when nervous, or concentrating.
Backstory: tbd
Likes: Coffee, reading, making money, helping people in secret, animals, and flirting.
Dislikes: Tea, people trying to use him, his father's business advisers that are very obviously waiting for him to slip up, so they can steal the business from him.
Favorite…
• Color: It's purple, but if anyone asks, red.
• Food/Drink: Sprite cranberry/Just fuckin' tater tots lmao
• Movie/TV Show: He won't admit it, but he loves romantic comedies. BuzzFeed Unsolved is another favorite.
• Book: Doesn't have a favorite, but he likes Fantasy.
• Song/Artist: Very bug fan of P!ATD
• Animal: Pelicans, can you believe?
• Item: His mother's wedding band, which he wears on a chain around his neck, usually tucked under his shirt.
• Place to be: A small diner about a block from his office, or the hospital where his mother passed away.
• Activity: Flirting
• Season: Winter
• Number: 9
• Weather: Cold, snowy is a plus. He loves ice skating and hot chocolate, so…
• Word: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/764697211708631633/
Hobbies: Ice-skating in the winter. Reading, coming up with business ideas, chatting with patients at the hospital, flirting, watching conspiracy documentaries.
Theme Song: Bad Liar, maybe?
Other: His ears are pieeeerceeed.
I kinda get that he's a big flirt… ;) This is going to be too perfect.
That word is also French.
Shall we start?
It is indeed Franch.
Heck yeah
Robin scrambled around her desk, searching for a paper she'd had in her hand two seconds ago. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself, opening a drawer she knew it wouldn't be in. "Unbelievable, Robin…" she muttered to herself absently, lifting a folder to look beneath it. She set it down and opened it. "Nothing…"
Lucas stepped out of the elevator, tugging a hand through his hair with a sigh. The meeting he'd just gotten back from, like all of them, was emotionally and mentally draining. Business men were some of the fakest people he'd ever met, and that was coming from one.
"Robin, you are so stupid," she told herself, lifting up her keyboard to look even more. "You just had it, where did it go?" Her eyes flew up and saw Lucas. Quickly, she lowered the keyboard and cleared her throat. "How was your meeting, sir?"
He raised an eyebrow in amusement, having caught her talking to herself. "Exactly the same as every other damn meeting. Did you lose something, love?" The petname wasn't anything condescending, like he'd heard some of his business partners talk to their assistants and female employees, just him being his usual flirty self.
Robin, having worked for him for so many years, was even a bit used to him calling her 'love' occasionally. "Oh, no, it's fine…" she assured him, but her eyes gave her away: they were still darting around her desk, hoping to catch the edge of the envelope in her vision.
Lucas rolled his eyes, lips quirking up into a half smile. "Let me help. What is it you're looking for, then? A file, mail, a sandwich? I've lost plenty of those before."
"An envelope," she admitted, a shy smile working its way onto her features. "I swore I had it in my hand a minute ago…"
"Hmm…" He hummed thoughtfully, scanning the desk. "Have you checked on the floor? Or in your other hand?"
Robin blinked and looked down. "Oh!" she cried, bending over as she saw the envelope on the floor. Coming back up though, she wasn't so lucky – her head banged against the desktop. "Ow…"
Lucas snorted, leaning a hip against the desk. "You alright? I can have someone bring you some ice, if you need."
Robin reemerged a second later, her face bright red. "N-No thanks, I'm fine," she replied quietly. Way to embarrass yourself in front of your boss, Robin! "Um, thank you."
"Are you sure?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. He was smiling, an incredibly rare and genuine emotion for him.
"Yes," she assured him, setting the envelope aside and looked up at him.
He studied her for a moment, disbelief evident on his face. "Uh huh. Feel free to let me know if you do need ice, love. The day's only getting harder from here."
Wonderful… "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Robin hardly spoke without addressing him as either 'sir' or 'Mr. Knight'. In fact, most every one she spoke to was a 'sir', 'ma'am' or occasionally 'miss'.
"Ah, that's right." Lucas snapped his fingers. "I have a dinner date, I'll need you to remind me. Six o'clock, at the Palace." He said, referring to a high end restaurant he often went to for dates and meetings.
Robin scrambled for a pen and notecard. As always, she stuck the cap behind her ear and would surely forget about it later. "Six… o… clock…" she murmured as she wrote. "At… the… Palace." She scribbled dinner date underneath it as well. "Will that be tonight, or tomorrow…?"
