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the-lone-writer94 · 3 years

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Miss Hellfire (Part 2)

Mr Pink fanfic

Rating: 18

Several weeks has passed since Mr Pink and Miss Hellfire’s first encounter. They haven’t been able to stop thinking about each other, so when Joe has another job for them both- are they able to keep their desires and professionalism apart?

Mr Pink groaned and rolled to his side, the fold out bed creaked at the same time to his movement. He reached for his usual pack of smokes that sat on his bedside table, placed a cigarette in his mouth and fired it up. He laid on his back as he stared up to the ceiling, fixating on the leak that had formed. His apartment was a shithole- there wasn’t much, the paint had chipped off and the floorboards were loose. Mr Pink wasn’t picky, he also didn’t need much. All he needed was about two suits and several Hawaiiwan shirts, several pairs of jeans and his guns. He also didn’t care too much for where he lived, as long as there was a roof over his head that allowed him to have several hours of sleep, was more than sufficient.

Several weeks had passed since he had done the job with Miss Hellfire, and he found himself unable to get her image out of his mind. This woman drove him insane, to the point that she had utterly possessed him. There was one night not long after the job, where Mr Pink had walked into the nearest bar, in search of some company and had picked the first woman that crossed his path. He went back to the woman’s apartment and as they were fooling around, he found himself unable to get aroused no matter how much she tried. The woman was very attractive- she had a petite waist and plump breasts, her long golden blonde hair reached down to her waist. Mr Pink knew the reason why he couldn’t get it up… Miss Hellfire. So, out of complete embarrassment, he walked out of the apartment and crawled back into his shithole he called a home. He drank himself into oblivion and jerked himself off- imagining Miss Hellfire on him. He had been so frustrated these past few weeks that he might as well marry his right hand.

And then, in the early hours of this morning, Mr Pink had received a phone call from Joe- there was another job waiting for him, one that would happen with Miss Hellfire.

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At that very same moment, on the other side of town, Miss Hellfire… or as she sometimes called herself, Red stood in front of her wardrobe and flicked through the mountainful of black leather clothes she owned. Her razor sharp fiery red nails draped across a corset style top with thin straps, she loved the way leather felt against her skin. The coolness when she first slipped it onto herself, and then, it would stick against her body hugging it tight.

She finally settled on an outfit, and zipped her six inch heeled boots. She tied her long hair into a high ponytail and applied her make-up, which was usually charcoal black eyeshadow and cherry red lipsticks painted across her mouth. She edged backwards to get a view of her final result. Then, she put on her leather jacket and strode towards her nightstand, where she picked up her guns and slipped them in her inner breast pocket. Her focus became fixated on the various fake ID cards she had, each of them with a different name and look in the photos. A whiff of misery flashed over her, and she sighed. In this line of work, she had had to conceal her true identity so much that she often forgot who she even was. Constantly afraid to form a connection with someone, and so, she chose to live her life in solitude- finding comfort in materialistic items, and developing a fine taste for expensive clothes and weapons.

But, she knew there was one person that was enough to make her second guess her choices- Mr Pink. Maybe the only way for her to ever lead some form of a normal life was with another criminal. She would be lying if she hadn’t thought of him since their last encounter. Memories entered her mind, she thought of the way, he grabbed at her and how he felt inside of her. She shook away the thoughts, trying her best to remain neutral as she knew she would be seeing him again tonight. She wasn’t sure how she would react when she saw him again, only time would tell.

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It was surprising that Joe wanted everyone to meet in a bar? There wasn’t much information, which was typical of Joe. Miss Hellfire pushed through the door and was immediately hit by a whiff of thick smoke. The bar had dark crimson lights, and she felt her heels sticking to the floor- gross.

Rock music was being played through the speakers, she could have sworn it was a song by Motley Crue, but she wasn’t certain as it was covered by an overlap of voices and chatter.

In the corner table, she eyed Joe with Nice Guy Eddie, again in his ugly flashy tracksuits. There were two guys sitting beside them, one of them was fairly young, perhaps around the same age as Miss Hellfire. His golden blonde hair was floppy and almost covered his eyes, he wore a red plaid shirt with jeans. He was standing up and was deep in conversation, whilst the others watched him. The other guy was a little older than the blonde guy, he wore a light chiffon baby blue shirt, and had dark hair. He watched the blonde guy intently, taking a sip of his beer every now and then. Finally, she of course recognized the man that sat at the very end of the table, Mr Pink. Just like the last encounter, he wore his black suit, with a white shirt and black tie. Did this guy own any other clothes?

Miss Hellfire strode towards the table, and then all eyes were immediately on her- just the way she liked it. “Hi boys.” She purred.

“Everyone, this is Miss Hellfire,” Joe began.

“You can call me Red too.” She interjected.

“This is Mr Orange,” Joe gestured to the blonde guy who stood beside Miss Hellfire. “And this is Mr Blonde.” Joe pointed to the guy who wore the light blue shirt, then added. “Of course you already know Mr Pink.”

“Course,” Miss Hellfire said, and placed her hand on Mr Pink’s shoulder. He remained silent, and stared at her with his large cerulean eyes. “I’m gonna get a drink.” She announced before she walked away, and she felt Mr Pink’s eyes burning a hole into her back.

Miss Hellfire leaned over the counter of the bar, and she ordered her usual drink which was a Jack Daniels with Coke. She tapped her fingernails on the counter, which was scratched with various markings. Just then, she heard a voice near her. “Hey there, pretty lady.”

Miss Hellfire rolled her eyes, then turned around and saw a larger man approaching her. He had really short salt and pepper hair, he wore a gray T-shirt with a logo that Miss Hellfire didn’t recognize, and acid wash jeans. He held a half filled glass of beer. He stood right next to Miss Hellfire and she could smell his breath on her, which reminded her of a sewer. “You better step back.” She warned.

The man laughed. “Fine piece of ass-”

Miss Hellfire smirked, she turned her body to face him. She stood her ground and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m giving you three seconds to walk away.”

He laughed again. “I’ve got cash.”

Miss Hellfire’s brows furrowed. “Did you just call me a hooker?”

In the distance, Mr Orange watched. He was now seated down opposite Mr Pink, and cleared his throat. “I don’t like that. Should we help her?” He asked.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Tension lingered in the air, and everyone remained motionless. As they witnessed Miss Hellfire throw a man who probably weighed about a hundred and eighty pounds right into the jukebox. The jukebox was completely totaled.

“She doesn’t need help.” Mr Pink responded and a crooked smile flashed across his face. He leaned back and watched Miss Hellfire. That was exactly what infatuated him about her. The way she took no shit from anyone.

Miss Hellfire stomped towards the man, she grabbed him by his shirt and her fist connected in his face. Her hand tightened around his throat, he gasped for air and he kicked his legs. “You better not run that mouth to another woman ever again. Comprendre.”

Just then, Joe stalked over and raised his hand. “Okay, that’s enough.”

Miss Hellfire’s grasp was still clutched tightly around the man’s throat. He nodded. Several seconds later she finally released her grip, and the man slumped down clutching his throat and coughing violently. Blood gushed from his nose and he raised his hand to feel his broken nose. “She broke my fucking nose!” He roared.

“And you’re lucky that’s all she did.” Joe interjected.

The man ran off and Miss Hellfire took her drink which was ready from the counter. She didn’t care that all eyes were still on her. Taking her drink she glided towards the table and slumped down in the chair beside Mr Pink.

She drew out a cigarette and placed it between her lips. “Got a light boys?” She purred.

Mr Pink retrieved his lighter and flicked it with one hand. She lowered her head towards him and allowed the fire to spark up the cigarette. She took a long drag and held the delicate smoke between her fingers, the tip of the cigarette was stained in her crimson lipstick.

“That was-” Mr Orange began. Miss Hellfire’s eyes narrowed, as she took another drag of her cigarette.

“Girl’s gotta take care of herself.” She responded.

Mr Orange smiled. “I can see that. Mr Pink was right when he said you could take care of yourself.”

“Did he now?”

“You two have worked together before?” Mr Orange asked. Miss Hellfire and Mr Pink remained silent. “How many jobs have you done?”

“Listen dude, this isn’t a social club. You wanna share life stories, talk to your fucking mother.” Miss Hellfire interrupted. Mr Pink laughed at her remark.

“I-” Mr Orange stuttered. “I was just trying to figure out why a nice girl like you would be in this line of business.”

Miss Hellfire cocked an eyebrow. “I’m no angel, darling.”

“Alright, shut up you idiots.” Joe cleared his throat. “It’s time for business.” The next couple of minutes, Joe explained the plan of their upcoming job. Halfway through Miss Hellfire found herself zoning out- she realized just how close she was sitting beside Mr Pink and unable to focus. Her leg was pressed against his, and she allowed desire to overtake her. She lowered her hand and rested it on Mr Pink’s lap. His head turned subtly to her, he didn’t protest and allowed her delicate fingers run along his thigh and up towards his crotch. He fidgeted in his seat as her hand stroked his bulge. He should really stop her right? After all, Joe was going over the fine details of their plan and he was a professional. Despite that, Mr Pink was only human- and he allowed his desire to form his decisions.

Every so often, Mr Pink would turn to Miss Hellfire- his gaze was intense, letting her know that he would want nothing more right now, than to push her against a wall and fuck her into ecstasy.

Once Joe had finished going over the plan, Miss Hellfire retrieved her hand away from Mr Pink’s crotch. “Excuse me- I’m going to use the ladies.” She said and excused herself, but before she walked off, her gaze became locked upon Mr Pink’s and she gently squeezed his shoulder. Mr Pink took that as an indication and he lingered for some time before he too excused himself from the table.

Mr Pink walked through the narrow hallway of the bar. The walls were painted red, or perhaps it was the crimson lights which made it appear so. It was plastered with framed photographs of the bar over the years; he noticed the bar actually dated back to 1945. He scanned the hallway and there was no sight of Miss Hellfire, he frowned and halted just outside the door of the Men’s room.

Suddenly, the door flung wide open and he felt a weight on his tie and the next thing he knew, he was being pulled in. He was about to react, when he noticed the blood red nails that were still grabbing onto his tie. Miss Hellfire’s face was only a mere inch away from his.

“Alone at last.” She purred

“Yes, we are,” he smirked, then added, “and what do you intend we do about that?”

She cocked her head to the side, and her fingertips ran up his chest and landed on his bare skin. “Well, I was thinking… we could have some fun.”

His chuckle was low. Miss Hellfire released her grip on Mr Pink’s tie, she stalked towards the door and turned the lock. She then spun back to face Mr Pink, and smiled deviously. She closed the gap between them and placed both her hands on the side of his face, with her six inch heels on, she was more or less about the same height as him. Her lips drew close to his, but she lingered and then her hand glided down his front and she grabbed his bulge. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“So have I. Which I’m sure you can tell.” He smirked. Indeed, Miss Hellfire could tell as he was hard already.

Suddenly, Mr Pink’s lips came crashing down on hers aggressively. Her lips parted and Mr Pink’s tongue slipped into hers. She moaned as she felt his hot and wet tongue against hers. And then, she hooked her fingers onto his belt, as she pulled him closer then guided him to where she wanted him.

As much as Mr Pink enjoyed being the dominant, he couldn’t deny that Miss Hellfire’s boldness was incredibly a turn on. Mr Pink then found himself seated onto the toilet lid. It clearly was not the ideal place to sit and be, but at this very moment, neither of them really gave a damn. Miss Hellfire straddled him, dry humping the fuck out of him. She felt his hardness against her crotch, and she found herself getting wet. Mr Pink positioned his large hands on her ass, as he squeezed down hard onto her round backside. Miss Hellfire wrapped her arms around his neck, and their mouths found each other. And then, slowly, Miss Hellfire drew back and lowered herself onto the floor, kneeling down in front of him, her eyes never leaving his gaze. Mr Pink’s heartbeat quickened, as Miss Hellfire’s hand stroked his bulge.

Quickly, she unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. Mr Pink exhaled deeply, and his hand found its way rooted into Miss Hellfire’s hair, he grabbed a fistful and tugged on it. Miss Hellfire’s mouth descended down onto him and he felt electrical impulses coursing through his veins. He grunted, as he pushed her head deeper and deeper into him. Mr Pink opened his eyes and gazed down, seeing Miss Hellfire’s head bobbing up and down, just made him even hornier. She continued to suck onto him, his grip getting harder as he pushed her head down. And then, Mr Pink reached his limit, as he pumped his seed deep into Miss Hellfire’s mouth.

His chest heaved, and he tried to catch his breath. Miss Hellfire pulled back, her lipstick had stained his cock. She smirked and wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingertips. She stood up and drew a cigarette from her pocket, then her hand fumbled in Mr Pink’s suit jacket. She retrieved his lighter and fired it up, she took a long drag before she placed the cigarette between Mr Pink’s lips. He took it and inhaled the smoke.

At that very moment, there was a constant loud bang coming from the door. Mr Pink pulled his pants back up. They both remained silent, as Miss Hellfire strode towards the door. She unlocked it and was greeted by Mr Orange. His gaze jumped from Miss Hellfire to Mr Pink who stood several steps behind her. Miss Hellfire’s hair was disheveled, and her lipstick was smeared. Mr Pink was sweaty and he was adjusting his belt. It didn’t take a scientist to identify what they had just been doing. Mr Orange’s face was completely aghast at the very sight.

“Well, it’s all yours darling.” Miss Hellfire purred as she walked out without a care in the world.

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void-knights · 4 years

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The Coffee Shop and Students

Square Filled: Coffee Shop AU Pairing: Loki / Sigyn, Tags: coffee shop AU, Modern AU, Music Student Loki, Art Student Sigyn, Odin's A+ Parenting, Bisexual Loki, Bisexual Sigyn, Customers being terrible, Casual misogyny Summary: Since Odin cut him off Loki (a music student) needed a job while attending Uni, this is how he becomes an exhausted Barista and how he meets Sigyn a sunny art student. Word Count: 7630 Written/Created for @lokibingo

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Loki had never understood Odin, Odin had been boasting to all his friends and associates that Loki had got into the best university. Loki was going to be standing amongst the elites of their country, it would open so many opportunities for him, especially amongst the government. It delighted Odin to no end.

“I’m studying music,” had been the words that made Odin give up on that one instance of pride and instead he went back to praising Thor who was heading off to get himself killed in the military, just like Odin wanted. As if that had gone so well for the PTSD riddled Hela who now worked in a wolf sanctuary up north somewhere.

Sometimes Loki thought Hela had the right idea. Give up and go to live in the wilds with a pack of wolves and a bunch of people who just understood you instead of trying to please everyone.

Still, Loki attended university, he had won this chance and was not about to give up on his dreams. But Odin made an ultimatum, while he would pay for Loki’s education no matter what (no child of his would be in debt) he was not supporting Loki any further if he continued to study music instead of politics.

Loki took the money for his courses and didn’t look back, until he blew through his savings at the age of nineteen and found himself in need of a job. How hard could it being a Batista be?

He was now twenty-one and understood just how fucking difficult it was. The job in of itself was easy, once he memorized the prices, the way to make the teas, coffees and hot sandwiches he was set. What was difficult was the dammed customers. Some he liked, some he dreaded, some he hated and some he forgot because they were either unremarkable or never ever returned.

His previous coffee shop had been two hours away from his dorms, this new one was twenty minutes on foot and ten on a bike. He preferred the manager, a stout cheerful red haired man who was understanding and didn’t make rude remarks about anyone who deviated from the norm. His previous manager had been a nightmare to work with, he was never happy.

The routine was fairly similar, the manager let the students do their work so long as it didn’t interfere with their jobs and the running of this place. For students like Loki there was not much practical work he could be doing, unlike Steve and his constant drawing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make a dent in his research.

(Steve Rogers also happened to be one of his roommates which is how he found this job in the first place, the other two being Anthony Stark – slumming it with other students much to the delight of Odin who wanted Loki to be the billionaire’s best friend – and Natasha Romanov, she spoke Russian when angry or exhausted and somehow knew everyone. Loki was fairly certain she was either in a dance, theatre or art course.)

One bitterly cold autumnal day she arrived, the woman with the golden-red curly hair and tan freckled skin. He’d never seen freckles on lips before, he thought it just lipstick until he realized the exhausted woman wasn’t wearing any make up. Understandable given it was currently six in the morning on a Friday.

She was exhausted but lovely, it was as though someone had given both autumn and summer physical form and blessed her with a cute smile and odd taste in jumpers.

Steve looked up from his sketchbook, “Siggy, you’re back?”

“No I’m haunting you, whooooo,” she said waving her hands about, Loki stared, her mittens (that turned into gloves when folded back) were snake mouths. It was like having a pair of Kermit the frog heads for hands but yellow with red eyes.

“You promised to haunt Nat first,” Steve said pushing himself away from the counter half amused.

“Nobody living or dead has the balls for that,” ‘Siggy’ half shouted watching the blonde vanish into the back office. Loki heard Steve laugh, he had to agree with the pair of them, there was nobody could handle that. At least being dead was an advantage.

Steve returned slapping a pair of keys into the woman’s hand, “Now you have to buy something,” he said pointing to the menu, “Two items please.”

“It’s blackmail then?” the woman laughed, “Give me my usual.”

“No, that will kill you this early in the morning, try green tea instead, it’s good for you,”

“Such a mother hen, I know what I’m about and I want an eight shot espresso,”

“One large Coffee pitch black and a sandwich,” Steve countered.

“Deal,” the woman sighed dramatically folding back her mittens and digging out change from her jeans pocket. She got her order and left, her umbrella was also yellow, a bright yellow stood out in the grey gloom of the rainy morning.

“Who was that?” Loki asked Steve.

“Oh that, that’s Sigyn,” Steve answered sounding bored as though she was not the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Steve was boring, Steve needed better eyes or glasses or everything, how could he not see what an attractive delightful woman Sigyn was? “We’re looking at houses together, so she’s borrowing my car.”

Loki’s mind skidded to a halt, what? They were only twenty-one, Steve didn’t come from money, he got into this very exclusive university through his exceptional talents, grants and only one loan. Which meant Sigyn-

“-Oh,” Steve looked up from his sketchbook, “You should join us,” it was half six in the morning nobody could blame Loki’s brain for conjuring images of sharing a bed with Steve and Sigyn, both were gorgeous.

Sense came back to him, Steve was dating Bucky, so why was Steve looking at houses with Sigyn?

“So we don’t have to spend the next couple of years in uni dorms, Sigyn is going for her masters and doctorate like me,” Steve answered Loki’s unasked question, he was rather good at that, Loki blinked, “It’s cheaper than the university dorms, so you’ll be saving money.”

“Who else have you asked?” Loki asked interested in the idea, anything to save money would help and the university dorms weren’t the best place to keep on living. They had rats inspecting the property.

“Natasha, Sam, Bucky and Tony, Tony asked Rhodey and I’m asking you, that should make up the numbers,” Steve said.

“Eight people?” Loki frowned.

“Bucky and I will be sharing a room, I think Rhodey’s happy to share with Tony and if they need to Sigyn will share with Natasha,” Steve said.

Loki considered it carefully, while more expensive Loki had his roommates had signed up for short term leases, by the semester in case they ever wanted to move out for any reasons. They had quickly learned by the first year that the dorms were not ideal but living on their own was impossible, this seemed an ideal solution.

“Well we have until the end of the first semester, let me know a week before I have other people interested,” Steve said and Loki nodded, thinking it over and not just because of the potential of getting to know Sigyn more.

A customer walked in, she carried a snotty toddler on her hip, a second kid walked alongside her and an exhausted teenager followed her decked out in every single awful thing Loki used to wear as an aspiring goth with delusions of what constituted good taste. It was nice to know some things never changed.

Loki played rock paper scissors with Steve, he won, until the snotty three-year-old was let loose and put his snotty hands all over the glass display unit. Steve smugly grinned at him as Loki went to retrieve the cleaning supplies, it didn’t help that the kid was now coughing and sneezing over everything.

“Ma’am please can you keep your child by your side,” Steve said, Steve was bright-eyed and bushy tailed even after years in retail, how? How was that possible, Loki’s charity towards customers had been chipped away within a month.

Of course the woman ignored him and let her kid do what they want, Loki couldn’t help it if the toddler tripped over his foot and crashed into its other sibling. He couldn’t help it if the mother carried the pair off embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as the teenager who paid for their order and carried it out for their mother.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” Steve said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Loki grinned pleased with himself.

*****

Loki decided he hated customers when one cold evening one customer loudly decided to shout at Loki for having his long hair pulled into a ponytail and did he dare wear nail polish how dare he!

Steve of course stood up for Loki, because that was who Steve was, he wasn’t like his family who would happily laugh alongside the customer about how stupid Loki looked. Steve pointed out that this was a free country and that Loki tied his hair back for hygiene reasons, anyone with long hair had to do that regardless of gender.

Because Steve believed in things like freedom of speech, expression and so didn’t give a shit about your gender or sex. The woman shamed by Steve and his righteous speech took her coffee and slunk out of the coffee shop her tail between her legs.

“My hero,” Loki drawled causing Steve’s cheeks to pink, “So confident, I can feel the righteous surging!” Steve shook his head, “Hey want a rousing discussion about truth? Honour, patriotism, god bless-”

“I get it, you love me, lets move on,” Steve sighed completely resigned to Loki’s way of thanking him.

“Aww,” Both Steve and Loki turned to see Sigyn standing there, “Personally I’ve been on the end of Steve’s speeches, great as they are they tend to amp you up, you could lead an army with Steve’s speeches.”

“Take your heart attack juice and leave,” Steve said already filling a cup with eight espressos.

“That’s no way to speak to a customer!” Loki faked shock.

“Yes, how dare you!” Sigyn grinned, this is why Steve didn’t want Sigyn and Loki meeting, it would either be amazing or terrible, “I have rights as a customer!”

“I would demand compensation, a cheese and bacon toastie for instance,” Loki smirked at Sigyn.

“I – I wait what… excuse… what, Steeeeeeve, you did-”

“-No you, Sig are not allowed any more cheese at night,” Mother Hen Steve warned her, “Cheese gives you weird nightmares remember.”

“But it tastes so good! And that’s where the best ideas come from,” Sigyn said.

“It’s her right as a free patriot to eat cheese whenever she wants,” Loki said, yep Steve regretted them meeting. He decided it was worse than introducing Tony to Bruce and Jane Foster, the science trio were mad bastards doing crazy shit.

“Yes,” Sigyn nodded, “It is my democratic right to eat cheese and have weird nightmares. Now gimmie.”

“Even the nightmare about the tap dancing pig?” Steve asked, how he did that with a straight face baffled Loki, but he did.

“There were sooo many nipples,” Sigyn whispered haunted by some weird idea that did not seem that horrific until Loki noticed her frightened expression. “I change my mind,” She relented as Steve slid her order to her, “What time does your shift end?”

“Ten thirty why?” Steve asked checking the clock, an hour to go.

“I need your friend, the crazy bloke that talks to things?” that could only be one person.

“Tony,” Steve said

“Yeah, him, I need him to look at my laptop, it’s being a right old bastard, I think he might me on his last legs,” Sigyn sighed dramatically.

“Well you can wait here and walk back with us if you want,” Steve offered, Sigyn nodded and smiled thanking Steve as she claimed a peaceful corner all to herself.

The majority of the shift was spent dealing with people who were just starting out on their night out. Their manager closed up the shop after everything was done and kicked them out was he was sure everything was done for a second time.

The walk back to their dorms was a short walk filled with brief conversation and many yawns.

As soon as they were inside their dorm they were greeted by Tony and Natasha debating which was the best way to enjoy popcorn. Steve being the gentleman he was offered to take Sigyn’s black military coat, it hung alongside the other coats, her mittens stashed away in the pockets.

“Bacon popcorn is my go to,” Sigyn admitted pulling her bag to the side to take out her laptop.

“A woman after my heart,” Tony grinned at her.

“Good, fix my laptop genius,” Sigyn said handing it to him, “I got stuff I need protecting.”

“Like your porn stash?” Tony snickered.

“No, who keeps porn on their laptop in this day and age, get a pornhub account,” Sigyn said without any shame, Steve rolled his eyes while Tony laughed, “Fix him, he’s got my research and digital works, he’s not giving them up.”

“Greedy bastard,” Tony laughed with her.

Loki didn’t have much opportunity to spend time with Sigyn beyond handing her a bottle of water, she was too busy hovering over Tony and her laptop like a mamma duck waiting for her duckling to return. Of course the old as fuck (it didn’t take a genius to see how old her laptop was) laptop was on it’s last legs.

But Tony being Tony backed everything up on a portable SSD drive for Sigyn and told her not to worry about the cost of the thing, he recommended Laptops within her budget but said she couldn’t really expect to do much artwork beyond them, especially 3D stuff.

Sigyn thanked him and went along her way, Tony being Tony bought Sigyn a laptop. Steve said that she had beat him half to death trying to get him to send it back, Tony stuck an unreasonable amount of stickers on the laptop so no. He couldn't send it back.

Apparently Sigyn was pleased but annoyed that he had been so nice, whatever she got him in return made the young man giggle and blush. They never told anyone what it was.

*****

Sigyn returned to the coffee shop one warmer autumnal afternoon wearing a faded white band shirt with holes around the V-neck, jeans worn and weathered with time and patched with embroidery with paint stained army boots and bracelets around her wrists. Her curly hair was braided, half cornrows on her left side and half box braids on the right with beads and charms hanging from the braids.

Today Steve had the day off leaving Loki to suffer with Jane, well no that was a lie. He liked Jane, he didn’t like her dating his brother (who was four years older than her) and neither of them had the warmth and cheer that Steve had, that cheer and warmth kept them going. Instead, Jane and Loki wallowed in their misery as customers made their lives hell.

One in particular seemed to think slapping Jane’s arse was a good idea, he of course was equally horrified when he slapped Loki’s arse only to find out Loki was a dude.

“Usual?” Loki asked a little amused when she seemed surprised he would remember.

“Actually no, it’s pumpkin spice season,” Sigyn patted out a beat, “Give me a large pumpkin spice latte.”

“You can pay for it like anyone else,” Loki grinned, it took a few seconds to realize what Loki meant before she laughed a little ducking her head. Several beads clicked against one another.

It was thanks to the lack of customers at this hour (either Sigyn was a pro at avoiding customers – which if the case, she needed to teach him that skill – or she worked weird hours. Being an art student he couldn’t decide which was the right choice,) that he was able to continue talking to her.

Sigyn sipped her latte pleased with the taste, there was a reason it was so dammed popular and it wasn’t because it was famous – or infamous. She savoured the spices as studied Loki closely.

He wasn’t what she had expected when Steve first talked about him, she was expecting some posh guy who wore jumpers and talked on a diamond encrusted I-Phone. Loki was quite… normal, well terms of fashion, in terms of looks he was pleasing on the eye.

“So Steve tells me you’re a music student?” She asked thinking given his background he would be some sort of classical music star someday. She had no idea what went into music, she liked what she liked and that was that.

“I am,” was all Loki added much to her frustration, until he laughed and added, “I have always had the talent, since I first played the piano.”

“Ah, so you are a classical musician?” she asked, he looked more like he belonged in a Scandinavian heavy metal or folk band, she couldn’t get a good grasp on him.

“Not classical no,” He smirked, and she was left annoyed once again, the tease. She had to leave due to her classes starting soon, that and a new line of customers arrived, she bid Loki a fond goodbye and walked away.

Jane stared at Loki, “You like Sigyn huh?”

“What’s not to like about her?” Loki asked.

“She does have a nice arse,” Jane agreed, that wasn’t her only ‘nice’ feature but Loki didn’t say it out loud and instead set to work getting the next round of orders in.

*****

It was one of those weeks, Loki was battling with a mental block, papers were due, he had run out of shampoo and resorted to Natasha’s so now he had to deal with frizzy hair and worst of all the customers.

The company had decided in their eternal wisdom to release a complicated new creation to beat their competition, this bastard of a concoction was named the ‘Halloween Unicorn’ it was a nightmarish creation of a kid that had been fed too much sugar.

Yet apparently the customers all loved it, it was an over glorified pumpkin spice latte with extras that came with its own Halloween themed cup. But it was popular, so popular that they had sold out on day two after Instagram stars starting peddling it.

Now everyone needed a picture with one, most frustrating were the people who tossed their drinks after getting the pictures. Having to empty rubbish bins that were half filled with coffee was no pleasant task. Thankfully they had heavy-duty bags that did not leak (after years of experimentation) the downside, they were heavy.

God forbid they run out of the special cups or the unicorn horns and unicorn shaped biscuit and sprinkles that the dammed drinks came with. What was wrong with a basic pumpkin latte?

Sigyn was the next customer not that Loki noticed in his exhausted state, not until she smiled at him, customers did not usually smile at him.

“Pumpkin Latte please,” she requested and Loki almost wept with joy, no overly fancy orders, just a simple god fearing pumpkin spice latte. She dropped her usual tip in the tip jar and took her order with no fuss or additional stress.

She was seated by the window perched on her bar stool making use of the Wi-Fi as she typed away on her brand-new laptop. It was a garish yellow colour that somehow suited Sigyn completely. He took the next order, things were looking up, this woman asked for a completely normal black coffee.

Then the new wave of unicorn lattes started pouring in, rush hour meant all hands on deck. Steve and Jane were manning the coffee orders, their manager took care of the food and Loki was left to deal with the customers, he rang up the orders and passed them on. He barely noticed Sigyn leaving, he couldn’t call out to her which annoyed him.

It was five in the evening when things started to die down, the students had been dealt with and the customers were thinning.

“Back again?” Steve asked sounding amused by something.

There stood Sigyn, her curly hair pulled back and held by a piece of cloth, her left cheek smeared with a blackish paint. She wore blue painters overalls with yellow wellington boots.

“Only because I get a freebie,” she said presenting the stamp card.

“Pumpkin spice?” Steve didn’t need to ask, he was already making the drink.

“Yes, feed me,” Sigyn whispered.

“Have you spent your weekly budget already?” Steve asked.

“It’s Saturday be in awe that I lasted this long,” She said as Steve went to check with their manager that it was fine giving his friend free food.

Their manager being nice and Steve being the best worker he had meant that Sigyn got her food. “So how’s your project going?” Steve asked delivering the food to Sigyn’s stable by the window.

As Sigyn took her first bite of the bacon and egg grilled sandwich the moan she uttered did things to Loki, things that he should not be experiencing in a coffee shop, “Ah uh,” Sigyn wiped the bit of egg off her bottom lip, Loki struggled to tear his eyes away from her, “Well, I completed it.”

Steve looked up annoyed, “You… of course you did,” He sighed resigned to his fate it seemed.

He couldn’t listen in on the rest of the conversation because a customer came up to the counter, the woman had an expression that screamed she could either be a sane and nice customer or about to make their lives hell for the next ten minutes.

She chose hell.

“It’s not very professional to have your hair like that ,” she said to Loki, his hair was in a ponytail for sanitary, health and safety reasons, not for fashion purposes.

He was used to it, “May I take your order, please?” he asked she would need to do better than that to get through the thick skin retail and service work had endowed him with.

“You shouldn’t have your nails painted,” she said, he was wearing gloves again for sanitary and health reasons, they all did.

Loki simply met her stare which made her uncomfortable, “Ma’am may I take your order please, there are other customers waiting,” he pointed out to her politely.

The woman huffed and puffed, was she somehow expecting to magically summon the manager from his office? Loki waited, the customers were telling her to hurry up and that just would not do. She broke down completely, shouting at Loki.

It was oddly nostalgic. Like Yuletide with the family. Until her words struck a particularly raw nerve, the string of homophobic slurs she spewed left the few people that did not have their phones pulling out their phones to film what was happening.

That summoned the manager, who being ex-army took no shit. The woman left without her unicorn latte (thank fuck for small mercies) and a polite banning by the manager.

Loki tried not to let such things affect him, after all she was just a nameless woman, one of many that passed through this store. But that did not mean her words did not sting. Steve took over the counter allowing Loki to make the coffee’s in peace, the woman’s tirade made people overly generous with their tips, which was nice at least.

Sigyn was sat at her usual spot, when he looked up he caught her eye she offered him a smile before returning to her work. It was an hour later when they had no customers that Loki went to sit with her, to learn what she was working on.

She had pulled off the top half off her overalls, wrapping the sleeves around her waist to prevent the rest falling down as she worked on her essay. For an art student she was muscular and very freckled, there didn’t seem to be an inch free of freckles.

“I’ve got to write an essay on Edmund Dulac,” She said he had no idea who that was, so she turned her screen to him, he nodded still having no clue who he was. “Are you okay?” she asked him which for a few moments baffled him completely.

He realized she was talking about the incident with the woman, “Yes, it is something you have to get used to,” he said she looked annoyed on his behalf.

Fiddling with a leather bracelet Sigyn smiled at him, “It’s not the most ideal time but I can’t keep faffing about with this, do you uh, well not coffee how about uh drinks sometime, with me?” she asked him.

It took him a moment to get over how adorable she was when she was flustered, that blush warming her warm brown skin beautifully. “You are asking me out?”

“Y-yep,” She nodded, “I mean, if you want to?” she was fascinated to know what he looked like outside the coffee shop.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Wait really?” She asked surprised why? She was gorgeous, she was the beauty that most people on social aspired to be. “Oh, alright, um, my phone number,” she said.

He slid his phone in her direction, so she could type it in, “Why are you so surprised?” Loki asked her really wanting to know.

“Oh you know, because your hot and I thought you might already be dating someone and well It’s uh been a while since I’ve dated anyone,” She admitted handing him his phone back.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had been in an actual relationship with anyone, he had taken to one-night stands, mostly to experiment with his sexuality and try to pin it down. Sigyn smiled at him, and he believed her at that moment, she really was attracted to him for some reason.

Wasn’t that interesting?

*****

It was near the end of autumn by the time Sigyn and Loki could find the time to just spend a day together, what with their conflicting schedules, work and deadlines. But in the meantime they texted, messaged, phoned one another even taking a few moments to talk and get to know each other in the coffee shop.

It wasn’t as though they were strangers when they finally met up then, but they didn’t really know each other that well either. It helped calm him down as he stood waiting for her in the meeting spot.

Perhaps it had not been the greatest idea to come dressed in his usual blacks, with dashes of green and gold here and here. Some older folks were certainly disapproving of the way he dressed making him double guess his choices.

There was a part of him that wondered if Bruce was right, and he should have toned down his wardrobe for first impressions outside the coffee shop. The longer he waited (he cursed himself for needing to be early) the further he spiralled into panic and misery until finally a soft “Hey!” made him look up from his phone.

Sigyn stood there smiling wearing a knee-length mustard yellow jumper dress, thick black tights and black thigh high boots. Her knitted green and yellow scarf was ridiculously long with her usual brown backpack hung over one shoulder. Her hair had been freed from any restraints and now it was determined to be noticed the golden-red curls and coils framing her face seemed almost dazzling.

“Hello,” he greeted standing up, this was a little strange. Did they need to be in a coffee shop to feel normal? She laughed softly to herself, “What’s so funny?” for a dreadful second he imagined her laughing at him or something he chose to wear.

“Sorry, I was just thinking it’s a little weird seeing you in people cloths,” she smiled at him.

“I wear people cloths when I’m working,” He said.

“Your uniform is not people cloths, it’s the opposite, devoid of personality, this , feels like you,” she said grinning at him. She always seemed to be smiling or grinning. “How does this even work?” she asked him running her finger along the diagonal line of the zip on his leather jacket.

“Well you take the zip,” he began showing her the zip beneath his own black and green scarf and grinning when she rolled her eyes amused.

“Smart arse,” She said slapping him playfully on the arm. He did his best not to flinch, she noticed and thankfully said nothing, years of putting up with Thor and his friends had left their mark on him. She still smiled, pretending for his sake, or comfort that she had not noticed, something he appreciated. “So what now?”

“Has it that long for you?” He teased her she blushed an overly pleasant shade of pink as she walked alongside him.

“If I say yes would you be put off?” she asked him, hoping that he would not, some people were odd about people not dating, like it was a part of the curriculum for students.

“Of course not, I am more surprised you actually showed up,” he confessed though with a teasing tone as to not appear genuine. He did not wish to come across as needy or desperate.

“I wanted to see what you looked like in leather and skin tight jeans,” she waggled her eyebrows at him, like two charming caterpillars they danced, she was weirdly good at manipulating her eyebrows he thought transfixed for enough time to make Sigyn laugh.

“And?” he asked, he should have toned it down! It was ridiculous to think someone as warm, soft and pleasant as Sigyn would like this. Stark’s offer of a shirt suddenly seemed appealing.

“I approve,” She grinned at him, his whole body sagged in relief, she must have felt it because somehow that sunny smile seemed to grow a lot brighter. “So… what do people do on dates these days?”

He didn’t know, again dating had not been something he’d been overly interested in up until meeting Sigyn. Sigyn grinned at him, she knew he didn’t know either!

“People usually go for coffee,” He said lamely.

“ You want to go for coffee?” She asked him sounding amused, “That’s like asking me to spend my free time in a garage.”

“You work I a garage?” Loki asked suddenly he remembered something Tony had said about having Sigyn look at his car, he assumed he meant in the ‘I want to ask someone out’ way and not the actual practical way.

“Yep,” she said leading him through the streets with an idea, “My dad was the type that made his kids learn all the skills they would need in later life. He didn’t want me being ripped off if I ever managed to buy a car.”

Funny all his father gave him was self-esteem issues and anxiety, this was not something you said on a date, Loki knew that at least instead he said “My father just tossed money at people to solve whatever little problems he had.”

“Ah, you see that’s no good, I don’t care how rich you are everyone should know basic home maintenance,” Sigyn said, which sounded like good sound practical advice, the sort of ‘advice’ that Odin would shout at his children when telling them to pull themselves up by the bootstraps.

Instead, he answered, “Well my mother did teach me how to maintain a healthy garden, I know how to keep a vegetable patch and herb garden,” he said thinking it silly.

Sigyn turned to him awed like he had just said the greatest thing anyone could think of, “Really!? I’m useless with plants, well aside from Frank and Hudson.”

“Frank and Hudson?”

“Frank’s this spider-plant that just refuses to die, seriously I forgot to water him, and he just keeps on living and Hudson’s this Jade plant, I got him when he was a wee sprout as a kid, the bastard won’t die,”

“You make it sound like they are making your life an inconvenience!” he laughed.

“They grow Loki, they grow!”

“That’s what a plant is supposed to do,”

“Yes, but do you know how big twenty-year-old jade plants can be and how many babies a spider plant produces, lots!” She flapped her hand about.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image of Sigyn on her one woman crusade to defeat two rather average houseplants that refused to die. She puffed out her cheeks pretending to be annoyed as he laughed, in truth she was delighted to see him so relaxed. This was nice.

Sigyn had taken him to the natural history museum, some place he had yet to visit despite living in the city for two years already. It was fascinating and much better than visiting a coffee shop. Even if suddenly he was craving a cup of coffee, his work had cursed or conditioned him!

The date went well, he did think it odd that they had not kissed on the first date, was that normal? He wasn’t sure but there was plenty of hand holding and laughter. Natasha said that was a good sign when he mentioned the date to her later that evening.

“The issue you got right now,” Natasha said stretching with Loki, they both attended evening dance classes together, pole dancing to be exact. It was a great way to keep in shape, “Is whether she’s aware of your sexuality?”

He had neglected to mention that, usually wasn’t something he needed to mention, “It might have slipped my memory,” Loki admitted mirroring Natasha as they went into the next stretch.

“Hmm, well you should get on that,” he would have done had dance classes had not left him close to breaking. Natasha and Loki staggered home looking as though they had been through hell and back and nobody had allowed them to collect the t-shirts on the way out.

So it wasn’t until he saw Sigyn the next day with Steve in the coffee shop that he suddenly remembered. Mostly it was the girl very obviously checking out Sigyn that helped him remember what Natasha suggested.

He knew from watching others that it could be a make or break thing, apparently some people weren’t comfortable with their partners being bisexual go figure! He didn’t want to mess things up with Sigyn, things seemed to be going good, nice even.

“Isn’t this supposed to be Jane’s shift?” Steve asked him, not as a co-worker but a customer today. The man had bland coffee tastes, Sigyn got her usual pumpkin spice latte, she was determined to fill up before they were replaced with the peppermint drinks come winter.

“Yeah but I have extra classes this afternoon, she had extra classes this morning, so we switched places,” Loki rattled off.

“Oh okay,” Steve said grabbing his boring coffee and adding no sugar or milk, he was just that type that liked his drinks simple. Sigyn was halfway finished with her latte before Steve could even dare attempt drinking his scalding drink.

“Sigyn can I have a word?” he asked, there were no other customers waiting for a drink at the moment so now was a good time.

“Sure,” Sigyn nodded, Steve pretended to make himself scarce by reading a book at Sigyn’s usual spot by the window, clearly he was waiting for Sigyn. Right! They were classmates. He’d almost forgotten. “What’s up?” she asked looking a little worried.

“Ah uh, I should have mentioned before,” Loki said thinking it was a little weird to mention this here and now, he should have waited, damn it, but now he couldn’t just not say it could he? “I,” he hesitated, Sigyn nervously began downing her coffee like a mad woman, “I’m bi?”

“Oh… that’s all?” She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, a nervous giggle escaped her, “I uh, mean no offence or anything Loki but it was kinda obvious?”

“You can’t tell if someone is bisexual by the way they dress and act,” Loki pointed out, well Sigyn was amazing maybe she could?

“True,” She nodded radiating cheer and warmth as she pulled out her phone and showed him the screen, “But meddling billionaire’s have no filter when you ply them with whisky.”

It was a photo of Loki and Tony kissing… well no Loki’s hand was quite clearly down Tony’s pants. It had been a rather strange night of drinking and more drinking, apparently Loki decided that night he was Bi and being a scientist needing to test this theory out. Loki had of course been happy to have an attractive guy make out with him, apparently Tony had a thing for potential rock stars? It didn’t matter, Tony got his answer and Loki got a half remembered fuck, it was a good half remembered fuck.

“I am going to murder him,” Loki threatened, it was a lie of course and Sigyn laughed, clearly not offended at all and used to Tony’s antics.

“If it helps,” She said quite calmly, “It doesn’t bother me that you’re bi Loki, we have that in common.”

“Oh, ah, I see,” Loki smiled, “Well good?”

“Good,” Sigyn grinned, “Does this mean we’re still going to meet up this weekend?” she asked.

“Of course, I want to see how you react to plants,” he smirked.

“Why plants?” Sigyn asked caught off guard, but Loki refused to reveal his plot to show her around the plant exhibition. It wasn’t just about plants, there was also some arts and crafts sections and something about home-made wine. “I knew it, you’re on their side, plotting against me.”

“Ah yes, me and my legion of hydrangeas,” Loki smirked.

“That’ll be a good band name,” They both jumped, there was Natasha… in daylight hours looking as though she hadn’t slept a week. By her side Tony, who had not slept in a week, “Legion of hydrangeas.”

“Nah you want something more badass, Legion of Cacti,” Tony said waking up now he was within arms reach of coffee. Sigyn pulled her coffee cup away from him.

“Wouldn’t you be more badass with Legion of Wolfs bane?” Sigyn countered.

“Wolfs bane legion?” Steve countered.

“Just take your coffee and go, all of you," he said filling up the various cups. Natasha liked Mocha, Steve was happy with his still scalding coffee, Sigyn got her refill of Pumpkin Spice while Tony had what Steve called heart attack juice.

“You’re supposed to smile when-” Steve grabbed Tony by the shoulder and gently steered him out of the building.

“Thanks,” Natasha nodded, that was all he was going to get out of the exhausted… possible dance student. There was some speculation she might be a classics student.

Before Loki could say goodbye to Sigyn she brought him into a kiss, it was a soft quick thing, nothing but a fond goodbye but it managed to turn his legs to jelly and leave him with a dopey smile as she pulled away grinning. He was to busy mooning over Sigyn as she left, especially the way her hips swayed that he forgot to mention the traces of black lipstick.

The girl that had been checking Sigyn out glared at him, ‘ Yeah she’s mine! ’ she stuck out his tongue, she surprised him by returning the gesture.

Their second date went well until Sigyn lost a fight with a prickly pair cactus, Tony laughed and laughed, the fact that they had to buy said cactus because it now had her blood on it made Tony laugh even harder. He bought the cactus and crown and sash, crowning it the vanquisher of Sigyn.

“I told you,” Sigyn groused poking her bandaged forearm, “Wait till Fred and Hudson hear about this, it’ll make them bold!”

Loki kissed her, she smiled at him in a very silly way that made his insides squirm and wiggle in delight. Her feathery touches, her patience all made him light up, he was certain others were mocking him for becoming so sappy, but he didn’t care.

She responded to him with affection and kindness, something he had not really had in a relationship before. At least not on this sort of level. Sigyn was never ashamed about hugging him, or just gently brushing her fingers through his hair. Why did that one feel so good? He liked her braiding his hair or just running her nails along his scalp.

“Next you’ll be writing love songs and giving each other promise rings,” Tony fluttered his eyes at Loki the next morning. Ah so the mad bastard had finally got some sleep.

That… might be a little true, he had begun to write one (just one!) Song for Sigyn, he couldn’t help it, when inspiration struck he had got it down on paper. But he would not admit that Tony, not when he was operating at full brain capacity while Loki was struggling to remember what day of the week it was.

Instead, he sent Sigyn a text ‘ Stark is annoying me, send help! ’

Her response was instant ‘ Mention Justin Hammer ’ why? Who was that? She sent him a list of conversation starters that included that name.

“Did you notice the university newspaper this morning Natasha?” Loki said.

“We have a newspaper?” Tony asked.

“Apparently someone called Justin Hammer-” Tony hissed like a feral cat and zoomed off shouting something about cheap copy cats.

“Tell Sigyn that was mean,” Natasha said holding up her mug to be filled with heart attack juice.

Loki later learnt that Tony had been the originator but Sigyn had perfected this particular blend of coffee so strong it could fuel rockets. Loki stuck with natural coffee, coffee that did not make people stay awake for days on end.

Loki on pure instinct refilled her mug, then looked horrified when he realized what he had done! The corporations had conditioned him! Natasha smirked, “Serves you right,” she said sliding off the plastic barstool Bucky had fished out from a dumpster.

*****

Usually it wasn’t a good idea to move into somewhere with a girlfriend of a couple of months, but the rent was cheap and the house was decent enough. Much better than the university dorms anyway. They had plenty of space in spite of the fact eight people lived here, there was even a small garden.

It wasn’t a good idea to share a bedroom either, but nobody could blame Loki and if their relationship ended suddenly for some weird reason Sigyn could share or swap with someone else. But Loki didn’t like thinking about that.

He liked his relationship with Sigyn, she made him feel loved, special, like he could do anything he wanted and that was okay. She supported him, coming to the café’s and clubs he played at never anything short of happy grins and warm affection.

Whenever he felt those pangs of ‘I’ve fucked up and should have listened to Odin’ moments she was there holding his hand reminding him it was okay to follow his dreams. He could not understand why someone as loving and kind as Sigyn would want him, but he could not imagine his life without her now.

In turn, he supported her art shows, Sigyn it turned out was a talented painter, both with traditional and digital mediums. She was already building a regular client base and looking to publish some books, which featured her work, there was also talks of a graphic novel that she and Steve were working on together. Something about an Atalantian prince.

She liked to draw him, he didn’t mind, he was in fact flattered she found him that interesting. He was always happy to spend time with her regardless of what they were doing, especially when the Uni classes became more serious. It was nice to just share a comfortable space with someone, someone who warmed him and reminded him to carry on. That everything was okay.

Finally, Loki got to meet Fred and Hudson, Hudson was huge, Sigyn had grossly undersold just how big he was. He became the Christmas tree that year he was so big. But Fred, the spider plant who hung from the ceiling was almost as long as Loki was tall, clearly Sigyn had given up dealing with the babies and just let him grow thinking it would kill off the plant.

“Maybe you have a secret superpower-” Loki began to suggest as he placed them in the most ideal locations.

“-Plants are spiteful,” Sigyn hissed threatening the plant who did not respond.

“Maybe that’s what feeding, all that hate?” Loki suggested.

“Oooh that’s sneaky, so typical of-” Sigyn paused looking at Loki who was struggling not to laugh, he blinked not understanding why she had suddenly become so serious, “You have pretty eyes.”

He blushed always caught off guard by her compliments he couldn’t help it, she smiled taking hold of his hand and kissing him. His entire being fluttered as she slowly deepened the kiss forgetting for a moment that they were in the process of decorating the house when Bucky walked in complaining about the new coffee machine.

“Loki!” Bucky yelled, “You're the coffee expert-” Loki groaned pulling away from Sigyn who giggled, her whole body rocked against him.

“-I should have worked in the bakery,” He pinched his nose, though he could not regret his choice of work now, it had led him to meeting Sigyn.

“You know… I need help with our bed,” Sigyn offered him an escape, and he took it with a grin, our bed did sound rather lovely.

#Loki Bingo 2020 #Loki/Sigyn #Logyn #Coffee Shop AU #loki x sigyn #Loki fic #Loki Fanfic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #jane foster #Tony Stark #Student!Loki #Student!Sigyn #Modern AU

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. i really should be studying for my exam tomorrow or at least trying to get some rest but here i am !! i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !! & like always, please like this post so i could bother you for plots !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be elongated limbs tangled in pink silk sheets, the lingering smell of yves saint laurent mon paris, & oversized faux fur coats draping sun kissed shoulders ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 21, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-three.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

hobbies: shopping, audrey hepburn movie marathons, traveling, being the center of attention, photography, spontaneous dance parties, working out, massages, doodling, pilates, online shopping, & journaling.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, lip gloss, the deafening sound of designer heels making contact with marble floors, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent mon paris perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

style inspo: taylor hill, kylie jenner, candice swanepoel, josephine skriver, kendall jenner, blair waldorf, & cher horowitz. here are just a few examples of her wardrobe !! ( x x x x x ) muse inspo: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), lydia martin ( teen wolf ), fallon carrington ( dynasty ), sadie saxton ( awkward ), lauren cooper ( faking it ), mini mcguinness ( skins ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), brooke maddox ( scream ), samantha jones ( sex & the city ), tahani al jamil ( the good place ), jackie burkhart ( that ‘70s show ), naomi clark ( 90210 ), cece parekh ( new girl ), cassie howard ( euphoria ), madison montgomery ( american horror story ), jenna maroney ( 30 rock ), kelly kapoor ( the office ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), rachel green ( friends ), paris hilton, & mona-lisa saperstein ( parks & recreation ).

background ;;

violet faith lennox is diane galindo’s & richard lennox’s youngest child. born three weeks early on 18 june 1996 at aspen valley hospital in aspen, colorado. the very moment they held their daughter ( who they lovingly referred to as a ‘ blessing ‘ ) in their open arms, they knew that their family was finally complete.

her mother ( diane ) is her parents’ pride & joy. as the eldest daughter of wealthy wall street executives, she has done nothing but make her family proud her entire life. growing up, her dream in life was to help her father’s business but her career quickly changed course when she decided to pursue a career in medicine. the new york native eventually ended up going to harvard medical school in boston, massachusetts where she would end up meeting her future husband. to this day, dr. galindo is one of the most recognizable names in medicine & is world renowned for her work as a reproductive endocrinologist ( fertility specialist ).

her father on the other hand ( richard ) was born to an influential family in los angeles, california. from an early age, he was exposed to the spotlight due to the fact that his own father was governor of california & hoped to become president one day. however, things seemed to go off course the day the former governor was caught in his own cheating scandal all while being married to a former pageant queen. scandal erupted when the politician not only cheated on his stunning wife with a young secretary but when his mistress announced to the world that she was pregnant. the entire news circuit covered this affair for months & the governor resigned from his position when news broke that he urged his mistress to get an abortion.

following the scandal, the family fell out of the public spotlight. they spent years trying to repaint their public image after it was tarnished for nothing but selfish desire. approximately ten years later, the family made news again but this time about their newly found faith in god joining the long list of religious right wing politicians. richard’s father felt as if the only way to redeem himself was to devote himself to god. after years of distancing themselves from the catholic church, the family dove right back in which became the start of their fundamental catholic values that ruled every aspect of their lives.

as the only son in the family, richard’s parents had high expectations for him. however, he seemed to have different plans for himself that didn’t involve making his family proud or practicing what they preached. as an undergraduate student at yale, his interests were far & few between. his days only seemed to consist of sleeping with random women & binge drinking to his heart’s content. he knew that he didn’t have to be an astounding student because he had a giant trust fund waiting for him at home. but after a drunk driving accident that resulted in a 40 year old woman’s hospitalization & his own arrest, richard knew he had to clean up his act.

he eventually followed his family’s lead & became an ultra religious catholic. he even managed to boost up his grades & get an academic scholarship to harvard law school where he met diane. diane didn’t come from a strong religious background. in fact, she liked to tell people that she only believed in science & didn’t have faith or trust in a superior figure. but when she met a young richard lennox, her entire world was turned upside down. she let him into her life, converted to catholicism, & the two got married after three years of dating. flash forward to 1992. the married couple is moving to aspen, colorado for diane’s new job at an upscale hospital. they even received a generous check from richard’s parents to buy a mansion in the mountains !!

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcomed their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

her pregnancy was extremely difficult to say the least. between being on bed rest for months & frequent hospitalizations, she didn’t know if she could do this again. on top of her own health issues, she also had problems with her unborn child. there was even a night where they thought they would lose violet after diane experienced unexplainable bleeding & her fellow colleagues at the hospital couldn’t detect a heartbeat.

luckily, they were able to find a heartbeat after 6 minutes of deafening silence & hushed prayers for a miracle. after that night, they knew that their daughter was a blessing which is why they agreed to give her the middle name faith which symbolizes their unrequited devotion to god.

eventually, violet was born !! she was born three weeks early & spent a week in the icu but overall she was healthy. she was a bit underweight but she was miraculously healthy. but after everything the family had been through, they decided that violet would be their last child.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

by the time she was 8 years old, her family decided to move to new york city due to the fact that her mom received a prestigious job on the upper east side. at the age of 8, violet was already a competitive gymnast who’s likes included spending time with her family, competing, & going to school. even then she knew she could do everything she loved in another state which is why she didn’t put up much of a fight when she was told that they would be moving across the country.

moving from snowy open colorado to the upper east side of manhattan was definitely a culture shock for violet even at an early age. nonetheless, she eventually got used to new york city life & to this day she doesn’t think she would survive a week in colorado.

even after she moved to a new part of the country, violet remained devoted to gymnastics & her family. she had dreams of one day going to the olympics for gymnastics & everyone who knew her saw her potential. she even competed in world events & became a household name !! although, her parents often emphasized that school & religion come first which is why they made her & her sister attend a private catholic school all the way through high school.

in high school, she was a classic goody two shoes church girl. she was a strong student who received perfect grades in order to please her parents. for the longest time, she didn’t have time for anything other than school & sports but that changed by the time she was 16.

despite attending an all girls school, violet met her first boyfriend through one of her mutual friends. & like all stereotypical teen romances, it was love at first site. she was so infatuated with him that she was willing to put everything in her life on the back burner in order to focus on him.

& by the time she was 18, she received numerous academic & sports scholarships to prestigious colleges. however, violet decided to take a gap year in order to spend more time with her boyfriend of two years. she knew that she would eventually go to college but she wanted to make some time for herself first. her parents weren’t exactly happy about her decision due to the fact that she has big shoes to fill but they eventually came around the idea & were even happy for their daughter & her wholesome catholic boyfriend.

during her gap year, they spent an entire year traveling the world. they went to bali, greece, peru, brazil, iceland, dubai, thailand, argentina, & morocco. throughout the course of the year, violet documented her travel on her instagram & other social media platforms which is when she started gaining a lot of followers who wanted to watch her travel the world with the love of her life. before her influx of instagram followers, not a lot of people outside the world of gymnastics knew who she was. people of course knew who her parents were ( a famous doctor & lawyer ) but the world did not really know who exactly violet lennox was.

by the end of her gap year violet already had over 1 million followers on instagram !! & she was already getting paid doing what she loves which is travel the world. & since all of this happened during her year off, violet ended up telling her parents that she didn’t want to go to college which damaged their relationship as a result.

since her parents were so unsupportive of her decision to not go to college & ultimately quit gymnastics, violet ended up moving out of her house & moved in with her boyfriend at only the age of 19. & because her parents were completely unsupportive of her decision not to attend college, they cut her off financially & she was forced to make a living for herself. by this point, her career as a social media influencer was booming so she was already making a lot of money just through promoting detox teas, teeth whitening kits, etc.

it may seem as if life for violet was perfect by this point despite her falling out with her parents. however, that was not the case. even though she fooled the entire world by thinking that she had a perfect relationship, her boyfriend was incredibly abusive towards her & had been ever since the two started dating. although he was never physically abusive, he was mentally, emotionally, & verbally abusive. for years violet made excuses for him & blamed herself for their problems which only made her feel more miserable than she already was. this was her first real relationship & she genuinely thought that they were destined to be together even though she was severely unhappy.

he would constantly cheat, manipulate her, make fun of her appearance & insecurities, & wouldn’t let her do anything without his permission. the two were together for three years & there even was a time where violet became pregnant but quickly had an abortion without him knowing as soon as she found out. just three months after living together, she finally found the courage to break up with him. although it wasn’t easy at first, she’s thankful that she finally got out of a dangerous relationship. she also understands the dangers of social media better than anyone else because she fooled the world into thinking that she was in a happy loving relationship when that was far from the truth.

when violet told the world about their breakup ( most likely in an instagram live or an instagram story ) she ended up losing millions of followers. the majority of her followers only followed her to watch her travel the world with her boyfriend so once they found out that they were no longer together ; they didn’t see the point in following her anymore.

for an entire year following her breakup, violet began to spiral out of control. she started using drugs, alcohol, & partying as coping mechanisms in order to help her move on & forget about everything she had endured. that of course didn’t work but that didn’t stop her from partying every single night of the week & ending up in a stranger’s bed. eventually, she even leaked her own sex tape & naked pictures to the press in hopes that the press coverage would help make up for the millions of followers she lost on instagram.

& as she expected, the world would not stop talking about her sex tape for months. she gained the most followers she has ever done & eventually she got real modeling jobs as a result of her popularity. she hasn’t exactly told the world that she was the one who leaked the 20 minute video but everyone in their immediate circle knows she did it & also knows that she has other videos lying around for ‘ emergency ’ situations.

however, her parents cut off all contact with her following her scandal & it is still something that cuts deep two years later. she tells herself & everyone around her that she doesn’t need a family but everyone knows that’s a lie. it’s just a lie she keeps on telling herself to feel better about herself.

violet managed to clean up her act & went from being a social media influencer to an actual model. many people don’t respect her name due to her troubling past with her sex tape & being an instagram model but that doesn’t seem to stop her. she has been featured in the love advent calendar, the victoria’s secret fashion show, & many fashion weeks since then.

she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 20 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

for someone who is incredibly smart, she pretends to be dumb sometimes. she doesn’t think that guys like smart girls so she dumbs herself down. but she could also be a ditz at times ( unintentionally ).

she likes to think of herself as approachable but she also knows that she can be intimidating. nonetheless, she tries to be nice to everyone who comes her way unless they say the wrong thing to her & then she switches on her mean girl switch that comes far too easy for her.

even though violet is a lot to deal with, she is a nice person !! although she does have a flair for the dramatics & denies being dramatic all the time. she also likes to think of herself as a ‘ good girl ’ even though she is far from one. she loves sex & isn’t afraid to shy away from that but she still tells people that she’s good or an angel because it makes herself feel better about herself.

she also goes to confession 1-2 times a week to pray for her sins in order to get into heaven. she thinks with the amount of adultery she commits on a daily basis she needs to pray for her sins otherwise she won’t go to heaven & she thinks she looks way better in white than in red.

if you do her wrong, she will go out of her way to make your life a living hell. she is incredibly protective over the people in her life so she will do just about anything for them including berating people. revenge might as well be her last name !!

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

since she comes from a strict traditional upbringing, she was taught that being anything other than straight is wrong. so when violet first started experimenting with girls & even developed feelings for one, she told herself that she was going to hell. this is one of the reasons why she has not come out of the closet or has even come to terms with her sexuality. she denies all past same sex encounters & relationships which isn’t healthy. but since her parents disowned her following her sex tape, she knows that they would hate her more than they already do. if they ever found out that their daughter was anything but straight they would lose their minds & she’s still hoping that one day they could repair their relationship. apparently being bisexual is worse than having a sex tape !!

when she was a competitive gymnast for the united states national team, she was often put on strict diets in order to keep up. as a result of the strict dieting & unrealistic body images, violet developed bulimia as early as 12 years old. so when she quit gymnastics after deciding not to attend college, she was happy. she loved the sport but hated the pressure. even to this day, the sport isn’t actually sure what happened to her because she was an olympic hopeful. they all thought that she could have been the next gold medalist but she values her own mental health & sanity over a couple of medals. & even though she sought help for her eating disorder that reared ugly heads at times, she did slip up a lot while she was with her boyfriend who would make fun of her appearance. even now she isn’t 100% but she is better than she has ever been.

is extremely flirty & alluring.

violet also believes that the world revolves around her. many people may find her confidence to be annoying or superficial but she takes pride in it because it took her so long to learn how to love herself after being with her first boyfriend.

speaking of relationships, she’s terrible at them. she often runs away when things become too serious, manipulates the people she’s with, or breaks up with them for no reason. her logic is that she wants to hurt someone before they have the chance to hurt her. she still has yet to understand that the rest of the world isn’t like her ex but her past still haunts her every time she catches feelings.

she likes to tell people that monogamy isn’t the life for her which is why she prefers casual sex. she is also a proud sugar baby & has many sugar daddies !! most of them are old & married but she is a sucker for anyone who buys her nice things.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

has a passion for photography but hasn’t explored it seriously. she understands that she makes a living off of being another pretty face but she also wants to explore other aspects of her career like photography & maybe even acting.

she often considers going to college or even going back to gymnastics a lot but she not made up her mind yet. she is happy right now as a model but she does miss aspects of her old life.as an instagram model, she is like kendall jenner or gigi hadid. in other words, she has a large following & people book her for photo shoots & fashion shows in order to boost their own notoriety because it looks better on their part. her walk is average at best but she does have a beautiful face. people hate instagram models working in the real modeling business as it is so they despise an instagram model with a sex tape !!

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is علياء#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #hi #i def missed a lot #but kjhalsdf #love me anyway

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mutedbeautyqueen · 5 years

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NAME.

FULL NAME: Dolly Ann Dixon 

PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: Dolls or Doll  

GENERALLY REFERRED TO AS: Dolly Ann or just Dolly

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Carlson Young

SEX: cis female 

HEIGHT: 5’2”  

WEIGHT: 100-105 

BUILD: thin, slightly toned

 HAIR: long blonde hair, always styled

 HANDS: she gets a mani/pedi every week and comes in for touch-ups if something happens and they chip, prefers a more rounded soft-looking nail with a nude or pale pink polish, soft grey in winter, in contrast, her toenails are often a brighter pink 

CLOTHES: mostly skirts and dresses, most of her shoes have a heel, delicate jewelry, prefers gold over silver and diamonds over other stones, if you saw her walking down the street you’d know she was a pageant girl 

OTHER FEATURES: dimples

SPEECH.

ACCENT: Soft, well-off North Carolina accent

LANGUAGE: English and some Spanish 

ARTICULATION: She’s used to public speaking so she’s articulate

 EDUCATION: She speaks differently when she’s with her friends but if it’s pageant related she’s well-spoken

LAUGHTER: She feels self-conscious about her real laugh, she’s been told it’s too loud and unladylike so she tries to keep her laugh to a giggle. When something really tickles her, she can’t help it.

 BREATHING: She has been known to sigh dramatically or in frustration, and she does a very good scornful ugh

MANNERISMS.

FACE: She’s good at hiding negative emotions, positive emotions are harder for her

HANDS: She doesn’t do a lot of gestures, a few when needed for emphasis but they’re very controlled and planned.  

LEGS/FEET: If she taps her foot impatiently it’s on purpose to try and get someone to hurry, she doesn’t mindlessly tap or jiggle her leg

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Negative emotional outbursts are rare for her. She tries to keep a tight lid on those kinds of things. When she’s really happy she’ll give a little happy squeal

HABITS: checking her phone when bored

POSTURE: She has excellent posture. She’s even got the trophy from finishing school to prove it.

PERSONAL SPACE: Depends on the person. Her and her friends are always in each other’s spaces and growing up pageant meant she is used to sharing space. But if she doesn’t like you she wants you out of her personal space

OTHER: She tilts her head to the right when she’s thinking

HEALTH:

DIET: For the most part she eats healthy with a few splurges in there, when she’s preparing for a pageant she has a stricter diet that is borderline unhealthy

SLEEP: Dolly Ann is a firm believer in beauty sleep before her friends started dropping she made sure she got eight hours, since the gentlemen happened her sleep has been lacking when she does sleep she has nightmares

EXERCISE: She works out, especially when she’s worried about calories, but she tries to stick to things that won’t bulk her up bc she’s worried about being too muscular. She doesn’t like working out in front of people so she uses the home gym her daddy set up for her momma  

ACTIVITY: She keeps a full schedule of activities both during a pageant and after 

CLEANLINESS: She’s very meticulous about bathing and washing, she’s got an hour-long skincare routine to go along with it

ODOR: She loves scented things but usually opts for lighter scents so they don’t overpower her perfume which is usually something light and either floral or fruity depending on the season. Right now her favorite is Roses De Chloé ADDICTIONS: hairspray, on her hair not huffing 

PARASITES: ew no! (Unless you count her mom re-living her pageant years through Dolly Ann as a parasite)

 OTHER: she drinks at parties but not enough to puke

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She thrives on being the center of attention and can strike up a conversation with anyone, though it’s very likely the conversation will revolve around her

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Optimistic, especially when it comes to things involving herself

 GENDER: female

 SEXUALITY: she’s the kind of straight girl that would kiss another girl to get a hot guy’s attention

 ROMANTIC: She loves romance, all the cliche stuff but also the more personal stuff that only the two of them would get  

MEMORY: She has a good memory 

PLANNING: With as much as she has going on between pageant preparation, school dances committee, community service projects, Queen duties, and school she has to be great at planning

 INTUITION: If Dolly Ann makes the decision it’s the right decision in her mind

 PROBLEM SOLVING: She feels like since she’s rich and beautiful she can just pay someone to handle problems for her which is her go-to problem-solving solution  

GOALS: Dolly Ann’s main goal in life is to marry a politician at the state or national level or CEO of a successful company, anyone else rich might do too, have a cheating clause in the prenup so that when they cheat on her, because politicians always cheat, she can divorce them and do whatever she pleases with a large bank account to back her up. Her momma’s main goal for her is to be Miss America which Dolly Ann is fine with since it could help her land the bank account of her dreams.

 INSECURITIES: She’s human so of course she has insecurities but she hides them behind a lot of hairspray and lipstick. Mostly she’s insecure about her ability to make her own choices, murder club is one of the few times she’s gone against her momma’s wishes. What if momma really does know best? 

ACHIEVEMENTS: every single one of her crowns, sashes, and titles. Also, she didn’t get her heart cut out so that’s a big win!  

ANXIETY: running out of hairspray

 SELF-HELP: throw money at them, run to daddy, a good mani/pedi always helps  

COMFORTS: pretty things, she can be really shallow and she’s happy with that

 BAD HABITS: gossiping and judging other people, not that she considers it a bad habit, it’s not mean if it’s true

 PHILOSOPHY: Being beautiful gets you everywhere is her philosophy in life, she’s also a really terrible catholic but she thinks she’s a perfectly wonderful one 

TRIGGERS: running out of hairspray

THE PAST.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Mary Helen is a formidable pageant mom while her dad Beau tends to be working or on the golf course a lot, so while not terribly close to either she loves both of them and has always felt loved by them. But she would love it if her mom paid more attention to her own life and let Dolly Ann live hers, like her dad.

LIFE EVENTS: the only life event that’s affected how her life went was being Mary Helen’s daughter

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: gotta be the night the gentlemen tried to kill her, first there was almost getting her heart cut out followed by the whole fiasco of trying to get the sheriff’s office to believe her about what happened, finally getting to leave only to find out that four more of her friends (frienemies) were murdered that night

 BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Winning Miss Teen Normal this year, unlike all the highs of all her other wins this one felt even better because they defeated the gentlemen and no one else died

 LOOKING BACK: tell Emmett what was happening, make Kaz stay over before she was attacked so she wasn’t alone that night, believe Jamie sooner so that maybe they could have somehow stopped all the deaths before they happened, convinced her boyfriend not to go on that trip, there are a few things she wouldn’t mind a redo on

RELATIONSHIPS.

FAMILY: she’s never had/needed a found family so family has always been those related by blood/marriage  

FRIENDSHIPS: She and the other beauty queens make up a lil clique of frienemies within the larger popular crowd

FRIENDS IN NEED: make over time! The best way to help someone is to help them look better, right?

 NEEDING A FRIEND: Not having friends who wouldn’t gossip about her if given the chance Dolly Ann tends to keep things to herself, things are getting a little too heavy to do that now  

ANNOYANCES: Most of the time by spilling gossip about the person occasionally getting petty and going for revenge  

ROMANCE: She wants someone who appreciates her beauty. That’s a lot of effort she puts in! Aside from that if they’re an athlete and they ask her out chances are good she’ll say yes, even better if they have a nice car. As far as boyfriend material, Tad won her over by having all of that and political aspirations. He was the total package right down to his boat shoes and complete life plan

 ADVERSARIES: Prior to MC it would have been lack of popularity, ugly clothes, weirdness in general, lack of appreciation for the things that make high school high school like dances. Now she’s slowly opening up to allowing that stuff but if you wear plastic shoes you are really pushing her levels of tolerance 

ENEMIES: Hate causes wrinkles. Besides her momma always says keep your enemies close, it’s why she’s friends with all of them.  

STRANGERS: Situational, she can be completely careless about noticing background people but she can also turn on the charm and make strangers feel like she really likes them  

FUN STUFF: mani/pedis, shopping, make overs  

DATING: dinner someplace with real napkins, movies, hanging on their arm like the trophy she is at events

 BEST FRIEND: RIP Heather, Edwina seems to be in the lead to fill the opening  

LOVE: she is her own love of her life, daddy’s black card comes in a pretty close second

 WORST ENEMY: Humidity, it can kill a hairdo

INTERACTIONS.

MINGLING: She can be charming if she wants but she really has no idea how to make real friends instead of the shallow friendships she has

 COMFORT LEVELS: She is comfortable talking to all sorts of people and if she’s not she can at least fake it 

PHYSICAL: She’s comfortable giving and receiving physical affection but it really depends on how close you are to her if she initiates it

 GROUPS: Dolly Ann loves attention on her, it doesn’t matter if it’s a big group or just one on one

 OPENNESS: She’s normally very fake, opening up is a new process for her

 GENEROSITY: She loves getting things, give her all the presents with gift receipts so she can take it back and get something she really likes, she also has no problem spending daddy’s money on other people  

JEALOUSY: She gets jealous when someone else gets the attention she wants or something she wants especially from someone she considers one of her people  

TEMPER: Dolly Ann doesn’t really have a temper, she doesn’t even raise her voice normally, if you make her really mad she’s more of a get even kind of person

 EMPATHY: Her momma is very big on making it no matter what and Dolly can be really self-absorbed to the point of not realizing someone else’s feelings. But if she’s making an effort she has empathy for someone and lately, she’s been feeling more empathy towards others and less self-absorbed without having to make an effort.  

AFFECTION: She is a hugger. But mostly she shows affection by spending time with people, because her schedule is always packed, or by buying them things.

 DISTASTE: Dolly can be pretty petty so her usual way is not using their name. But she’s not above gossiping about them or even criticizing them to their face.

 ETIQUETTE: She is very much a sticking to polite norms of social interactions type  

RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like admitting when she’s wrong but she does try and fix her mistakes 

SELF ESTEEM: No one loves Dolly Ann as much as Dolly Ann loves Dolly Ann 

CONFIDENCE: She cares what other people think of her because being popular is important  until it interferes with what she wants

HONESTY: Dolly Ann has no problems hiding behind honesty to hurt someone’s feelings but when it comes to herself she isn’t always honest.

 LEADER OR FOLLOWER: Both, she’s comfortable leading and comfortable following if she thinks the person leading can get her what/where she wants 

PRAISE: Dolly Ann lives off compliments, it’s the easiest way to get her to do something  

FAILURES: She can be very self-centered which can be annoying to others  

CRITICISM: Badly

 INSULTS: Depends on who is insulting her and what they’re insulting  

EMBARRASSMENT: She would rather die than admit she was embarrassed about something  

FLIRTING: Very flirtatious, her momma taught her that was one way to get her way, a beautiful woman’s power 

ATTENTION SPAN: If it’s something she thinks is important she can concentrate, if it’s not worth the effort to her she’s not going to 

SITUATIONS: Dolly Ann would rather not deal with difficult social situations, have your breakdowns in private like a normal person pls

LIFE.

DUTY: She has her pageant responsibilities which is almost like a job

 TECH: If she’s not on her phone she’s on her MacBook, but usually it’s her phone 

POLITICS: She’s too young to vote but she’s a democrat, Dolly Ann only talks about politics in certain crowds  

COMBAT SKILLS: She survived her attack on pure luck and a strong desire not to die in third place

 HOME: They have a maid, Dolly Ann is somewhere between messy and cleans her room before the maid comes

 DAILY LIFE: Before life got weird Dolly Ann had no problems even with her packed schedule, now that she’s starting to figure out what’s going on she is slowly getting her balance back but still feels a little off-balance rn

 INDEPENDENCE: She can do a lot of things by herself that she chooses not to but she was also taught that there are things you hire people for

 COOKING: This is one of those hire people for things 

BUILDING: Another hire people for things though she can do DIY stuff like she’s worked on school floats and decorations for dances 

CLEANING: She doesn’t have chores but she does put her dirty clothes in the laundry and puts her stuff away instead of leaving it for the maid

 SHOPPING: She LOVES to shop especially when she’s got someone with her who also loves to shop, even if all they do is try things on and not buy anything she has fun 

DRIVING: Dolly Ann has her license and a brand new pink convertible watch out Normal  

FINANCES: Her family is old money rich so she’s never worried about money  

PETS: Dolly Ann has a cat named Queen Bee, she was twelve, she calls her Queenie 

 TRAVELING: She goes on holiday every summer, Christmas always includes a trip up to New York City, she and her momma always go to the Miss America pageant 

MEDICAL: She’s got no problems going to the doctor or dentist, good health and sparkling teeth are important  

WORRIES: everything that’s happened has made sleeping at home very difficult and the only time she gets a good night sleep is when she sneaks over to Kaz’s

 PEACE: She loves having music playing

 PARTYING: parties are a part of high school life so if there’s one being held by a popular student she’s there but she doesn’t go hard 

HOBBIES: she hasn’t got any spare time

#normal:task1 #normal:task #i'm still struggling with task 2 but this one is done

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hymn2000 · 5 years

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Father’s Day Pride - MCU AU mini-fic

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson AU.

Father’s Day is coming up, and Peter is stuck on what to get Tony and Loki.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, father’s day, LGBT+ themes, over-protective Tony, (Loki is mentioned but isn’t actually in this)

Word count: 4101

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Peter was exhausted. He’d been trawling around for hours, looking in shop after shop, venturing into parts of town he’d never been before, feeling lost and tired. Father’s day was coming up, and he was stuck. His friends hadn’t been much help at all. They all came from nuclear families, and their suggestions were; ‘anything with Number One Dad written on it’, and ‘just get them something they like’. Malaki had been especially unhelpful, because he said he never got his father anything for father’s day, and he said Peter shouldn’t bother, because what exactly did he suppose he could get for a billionaire who had everything they could possibly want already, to which Peter had poured a cup of water over his head and stalked off.

Peter stopped outside a shop. It was a bookshop, but not one he remembered seeing before. It had rainbow flags flying outside, and he could tell by the displays in the window that he was exactly the target market. It looked old, and dusty, but it looked like it was open. He paused, and then pushed the door open. The bell above the door rang as he did so. He let the door close behind him. It felt empty, like he was the only person there. The shop smelt of old books and coffee. It was a funny place, with books in higgledy-piggledy piles on tables beside shelves, and old gay posters blu-tacked to the walls. There wasn’t just books: there was gifts and nick-nacks and bits and bobs all over the place. He could hear the whirring of an industrial coffee machine coming from above him.

“Hey kid, you ok there?”

Peter jumped violently. He hadn’t noticed the older man behind the desk, watching him.

“Oh, um...”

“You look thirsty, and tired” the man said. “Stairs to the coffee shop are over there, just past the blue shelf”

“Oh, thank you”

Peter found the stairs and went up to the coffee shop, mostly because it was less awkward than trying to explain he wasn’t there for coffee, or just leaving. The upstairs coffee shop was much more modern looking and sleek, although quite interestingly decorated. There were a handful of people up there, and a couple of people behind the counter. One was an incredibly fierce looking drag queen, who waved her manicured nails at him when he appeared.

“Hey baby, you lost, sweetie?”

“No, um, I just- uh..”

She laughed at him. “What can I get you, honey?”

“Um...” Peter approached the counter, too nervous of the drag queen to focus properly on the menu. “C-can I get a cappuccino please?”

“Sure thing, honey” She nodded at her colleague, and leant against the counter while they were making the drink. “You’re tiny, aren’t you? How old are you, baby?”

“I- uh, I’m fifteen. How old are you?”

The drag queen laughed. “A lady never tells. $2.50, please”

“Oh yeah, sorry” Peter handed over the money.

“Take a seat, baby; we’ll bring it over”

Peter was grateful for the excuse to leave the counter. He took an empty table over by the window, so he could people-watch. The drag queen soon brought his drink over, and he was surprised when she sat down opposite him.

“What brings you here, baby? You’re looking tired. Fall out with the parents?”

“What?”

“Have they only just found out, is that it?”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that!” Peter said defensively. “I just kinda stumbled across this place. I’ve been out - out in town, I mean - for a while. And out in the other way as well, kinda, but, well. I- Uh. I didn’t know this place was here until just now. I’ve been looking in loads of shops today”

“Retail therapy?”

“Not really. I’m trying to find something for father’s day, but... Well, I’m a bit stuck. I can’t really do the whole generic Number One Dad mug thing, because I’ve got two dads”

“Aww baby. Tell me about them: maybe I can help”

Peter pressed his lips together.

“What’s up? Stranger danger?” she smiled a big lipsticky smile. Peter wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or not. “Most people call me Auntie. I’ve been a barista right out of high school, I work here during the day three days a week, and I work at some local bars as a performer two or three nights a week, depending on how in demand I am. I’ve been doing drag for about fifteen years now. There, now you know me, so you don’t have to be scared. So what’s your name, baby?”

“Peter”

“Peter what?”

“Peter... Parker. Parker-Stark”

Auntie’s eyes widened for a moment. “Ah, I thought you looked familiar! So you’re Tony Stark’s kid?”

Peter nodded.

“So, daddies a mechanic, and other daddy is a nurse. Shame you’re not one of them; I’d be better able to help that way”

Peter wrinkled his nose at her suggestive comment. She laughed.

“Aw baby, you can’t expect people not to have inappropriate thoughts about an ex-playboy and someone as pretty as Loki Stark”

“Ok, but you don’t have to make it known” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Auntie grinned. “Sorry, baby. So, Father’s day. What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been real basic in the past, just cards, and chocolate for daddy Loki, and coffee for other daddy”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Daddy’ is it?”

Peter felt the blood rush to his face. “What? I’m adorable! Leave me alone”

Auntie laughed, pushing his coffee closer towards him. “Have your milk, baby”

Peter scowled, but he picked up his mug and took a mouthful anyway. He looked at Auntie over the rim of his mug. She was incredibly well made up, with perfectly teased strawberry blonde hair (definitely a wig, Peter thought), bright red lipstick, and gold eye shadow. She had fierce eyeliner wings, and her tight dress showed an awful lot of fake cleavage.

“My eyes are up here, honey” Auntie said, seeing him looking at her chest.

“Sorry. How do you make it look so real?”

“They’re flesh tone silicone, and you just use make up to get it to blend in. Add in a good bra, and you’re set to go” she leant closer to him. “Thinking of getting involved?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s not my sort of thing. I- uh, I don’t think I’d be any good at it”

“I don’t know, I think you could make a cute girly drag queen. I can imagine you with a bow in your hair, winged eyeliner, bit of blusher, pink lipstick, cute little dungaree dress - worn off the shoulder, of course”

Peter giggled. “I’m not sure about that”

“Hey, dungarees are cute! I bet you could rock them even without the slap. Doesn’t have to be a dress; you could get ordinary ones. Long trousers, maybe black denim? Or light blue”

“I’ll think about it”

Auntie smiled. “So, what do we get for the Stark daddies for father’s day?”

Peter shrugged. “I’ve got no idea. I asked some friends, but they were useless. I looked at a load of Buzzfeed posts, but they’re all things for stereotypical dad’s. I don’t think mine would appreciate beer making kits and beard grooming sets”

“Really?”

“Well, daddy kinda has a very specific brand he uses, and a specific supplier, and I’ve never even seen other daddy with so much as stubble”

“Hmm. How about just being a bit basic and giving them something with a personal touch?”

“Personal how?”

“Well, there’s lots of things. Hmm. Ah, have you got your phone with you?”

Peter unlocked it and handed it over. Auntie took it, flicking to the next screen. She paused.

“Wait, before I click on your camera roll, there’s no nudes on here, is there?”

Peter blushed furiously. “No, of course not!”

“Hey, I just want to be safe” Auntie shrugged, clicking on his camera roll and flicking through some of the photos. “You’ve got some pretty cute pictures on here. I’m guessing your friends took some of these?”

Peter nodded. “Flo likes taking photos of me. She’s good at candid shots”

“How about getting one of these framed or printed onto a canvas for them?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to get them something special”

“That is special. Your parents love you, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“But what? Baby, they love you, and they’d love this, believe me”

Peter still wasn’t sure. “But what if they’re expecting something really cool and they open it and it’s just a picture of me?”

“I’d be happy with a framed photo from my kids for father’s day”

“You’ve got kids?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked!” Auntie laughed. “I’ve got three!”

“Wow. But aren’t you gay?”

“Aren’t you?” she shot back.

“I’m... I like both”

“So do I. But men are better” Auntie smiled at him. “I’ve got a daughter who’s a couple of years older than you, and I’ve got the twins. They’re seven”

“Oh right. Are they adopted?”

“No. My daughter is from a previous relationship, and me and the husband had the twins through IVF with a surrogate”

“Oh! So, are you dad to them, or are you mum?”

“I’m dad. The drag is just an act, baby. I’m not always this gorgeous” she winked. “I’m Auntie at work, and I’m plain old Arthur at home”

“Huh” Peter blinked. “So...”

“You’ve got some cute pictures on here. Choose one, get it printed, get it framed, put it in a nice little box or wrap it up nicely. Your parents will love it” she handed Peter his phone back. “Drink your coffee, baby. I’ll find out where the nearest place that does instant print photo’s is”

“Auntie?” Peter said when she stood up. “Thank you”

Auntie reached out and ruffled the boys hair. “No problem, honey”

Auntie gave Peter a little hug and sent him on his way the an address scribbled on a post-it note.

“Drop by again some time” she told him. Peter rather thought he would.

Peter tried to think of what kind of photo he should print as he walked to the shop Auntie had recommended. He knew he had a lot of photos on his phone, but a lot of the ones of himself were selfies. Well, Flo stole his phone a lot to take pictures of him, and they were usually pretty good. Maybe those would be better.

Once he reached the shop, he unlocked his phone, and saw that Auntie had left a photo up on the screen. Peter remembered the day it was taken. It wasn’t something that he really wanted his parents to know about.

Armed with special new waterproof cases for their phones, Flo and Peter had snuck into the swimming pool at home fully clothed. It hadn’t gone exactly according to plan. They’d thought that, because there were so many ledges and walkways with either very shallow or no water at all, they’d be able to get through to the fairy cove without getting too wet. They were wrong. They both ended up in water up to their knees very quickly. Fortunately Peter was wearing shorts, and Flo could hold her dress up and keep her clothes mostly dry. However, after they’d been in the fairy cove for a good half an hour, they’d both slipped and ended up falling into the pool and getting soaked through. Still, at least they’d managed to take some decent photos before that happened, which had been their original goal.

That was where the photo Auntie had left on the screen was from. Peter couldn’t help worrying that he’d get into trouble if his parents found out he’d gone into the pool fully-clothed, but he supposed they hadn’t actually done any harm by doing so. Besides, it was a good photo. Part of the pool could be seen in the photo, with its soft glowing lights adding a nice touch. The funny glowing lights from the little cubby holes in the fairy cove gave the photo a funny hue, mostly pink, but with a more green hue on one side. Peter could almost hear the rush of the water and the sounds of the harp-and-xylophone music as he looked at the photo. He was dressed simply, just in black denim shorts and a white tank top. He was leaning against the rocky wall, looking off over to the other side of the pool, sat with one leg straight and the other bent up, his hands wrapped round his knee. The lights were shining in his eyes, and he looked calm, and happy. Peter had been happy with this photo at the time. It had looked almost ethereal, like he was in a different world entirely.

Peter plugged his phone into the photo machine, and brought that photo up on the screen, having a proper look at it. It still looked good on a decent sized screen. He wasn’t sure what size to get, and he hadn’t decided if he was going to get a canvas or just a print to frame, but he was glad of the self serve photo machine, as it meant he could take his time - and he didn’t have to try to talk to anyone. Eventually he chose the 8x12 print, deciding it was better to get something that would be ready almost instantly, rather than have to hang about waiting for a canvas. He slipped the print into the paper wallet provided, unplugged his phone, and stepped aside.

Mercifully, the shop also sold frames. After a lot of looking around and thinking, Peter purchased a thick black glittery frame, deciding it would offset the picture well. He wasn’t sure where he’d find a box to fit it, but he was sure he’d passed a card shop before getting here, and they’d certainly have some appropriate wrapping paper. He just had to do that, maybe revert to type and also buy chocolates for Loki and artisan coffee for Tony, and then that would be father’s day sorted.

Peter’s phone rang. Peter slipped his shopping bag onto his wrist, and took his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing in the dodgy end of town, young man?”

“Dad? Um-”

“I’m coming to pick you up right now. Go down to the Starbucks on the corner and stay there until I arrive” Tony said.

“Wait, are you tracking my location?!”

“Yes. Well, technically, FRIDAY is. Now do as you’re told. I’ll be there in three minutes”

Tony hung up. Peter sighed, and walked the few steps to the Starbucks, leaning against the wall. Tony’s car soon came into view, the window winding down as it stopped at the side of the road.

“Get in”

Peter did as he was told. He put his bag in the foot-well, careful not to reveal its contents. Tony drove off again as soon as Peter had put his belt on.

“Do you not pay attention to the news? Three kids around your age were stabbed here just two weeks ago, and that girl was kidnapped. You had no business coming anywhere near here. What on Earth did you think you were doing?”

“Dad, I wasn’t in any danger! And anyway, even if I was, it’s not like I’m just any other kid. I’m Spiderman!”

“Yes, but before that, you’re Peter Parker-Stark: my son. And I don’t want you anywhere where you can get into trouble, especially unprepared. You might be a good little neighbourhood Spiderboy, but how do you think you’d fare if the same thing happened to you as happened to that poor girl? You know they stuck her in the neck with a needle to knock her out before they took her? You know, you might whine about me keeping tabs on you, but if that girl hadn’t had that tracking app on her phone and Fitbit, they might not have found her”

“Dad, please, for Gods sake! You sound like Doctor Shefska on daddy’s ward, spouting scare stories like that”

“Hey, don’t you dare get cheeky with me!” Tony snapped, slapping the boys leg sharply. “I’ve told you time and time again not to go any further than the big library by the arch when you’re alone, and you disobeyed me anyway. This isn’t the first time you’ve done it, either. You’re on your final warning, young man. Go any further than the library again, and you’ll be grounded for a month - and that includes patrols”

“What?! Dad! Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“Uh, you and that attitude are going to earn you a spanking, Mister” Tony said. “Stop being cheeky and trying to downplay this. You know I worry about you, and you know I give you boundaries for you own good; for your own safety. When FRIDAY alerted me to where you were, the first thing that went through my head was; ‘oh god what if he’s hurt?’, and considering recent events, it was a very real possibility. You’re not indestructible”

Peter sighed. “I know”

“What were you doing around there anyway?”

Peter shrugged. “Just walking, I guess”

“That’s not a good enough excuse” Tony shook his head, sighing. “Like I said; you’re on your last warning. We’ll just leave it at that for now... Did you talk to any strangers?”

“Dad, I’ve got selective mutism, remember?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t always apply with customer service staff, and we both know that strange little quirk”

Peter just raised an eyebrow at him and stayed quiet.

“What’s in your bag?”

“None of your business”

“Peter! How many times do I have to tell you not to be so cheeky?!”

“Sorry...”

“What is it, then? Is it something naughty? Is it drugs?”

“What?! No! Of course it’s not drugs! What do you take me for?!”

“Your defensiveness isn’t exactly reassuring”

“Look, I’m not an idiot: I wouldn’t take anything illegal or harmful. I was against it all even before Macy showed me Trainspotting and scarred me for life”

“Hm, I’m still not happy about that” Tony grumbled. “That girl’s a right little madam. How did she manage to get hold of it, anyway? It’s an 18!”

“She’s said her cousin sent it to her”

“I see. Must run in the family, then. You never should’ve watched it, even if you weren’t poorly”

Peter scowled at him. “Is that why you treat me like a baby all the time?”

“I’ve treated you like a baby for way longer than you’ve been ill for” Tony said. “I treat you like a baby because you are a baby, as much as you like to think otherwise”

Peter rolled his eyes, and looked out of the window.

Tony sighed again. “Let’s just get you home. Your father is gonna get home before us at this rate”

“He was at the hospital today?”

“Yeah, last minute meeting of some sort. Whatever”

“Are you gonna tell him about today?”

Tony went quiet for a moment. “Not this time. Let’s keep it between us. Just this once”

As per Tony’s prediction, Loki got home first. He wasn’t in a good mood. Ordinarily, Peter would have minded, but today it meant he could escape and sort the father’s day presents uninterrupted while his parents were talking. He was as careful and neat as possible while he wrapped up the coffee and chocolates. He put the print of himself in the frame, making sure it was lined up properly, and took extra care wrapping it, fixing a ribbon diagonally over the bottom right corner. He still wasn’t entirely sure about gifting a photo of himself, but he supposed he’d just have to wait and see if Auntie’s judgement had been trustworthy or not. He hoped it would pay off.

A few days after Father’s day, Peter broke the rules again and ventured back into the bad area of town. He found the gay bookshop again, and pushed the door open. He knew there would be someone behind the counter this time, so he didn’t jump when they spoke.

“Hey kid”

“Hey...” Peter swallowed hard, and approached the counter. “Is- is Auntie working today?”

“Yeah, head on up: she should be on the counter”

Peter nodded his thanks, passed by the blue bookshelf, and went upstairs. He found he was pleased to see Auntie. She looked different today. She had the same hair, but she had black lipstick and smokey eye shadow, and she was wearing a tight low-cut jumper and leather skirt. She was serving a table when he walked in, so Peter could see her killer stiletto boots too.

“Hey, it’s baby Stark!” she said when she spotted him, and gave him a hug.

Peter was surprised, but hugged her back. She smelt good; of powder and expensive perfume. She held him at arms length.

“Have you come back just to see old Auntie, baby?”

Peter nodded. “Kind of. I can’t stay long though; I’ll get into awful trouble if dad finds out I’m here”

“Oh, is that so?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s not what you think! He just worries about me being in this part of town”

“Well, I can’t blame him” she said, and sat down at a nearby table. “Come here, honey”

Peter sat down beside her, and Auntie pulled his chair closer.

“How did father’s day go?”

“Oh! You remembered!”

Auntie smiled. “Of course. I asked you to come back, remember?”

Peter nodded. “Yep! And I nodded, didn’t I?”

“I was hoping to see you tarted up. Have you tried out dungarees yet?”

Peter giggled. “Not yet. No, I dropped by, just to say thank you again. You were right; they loved the photo. I used the one you left up on my phone”

“Show me again?”

Peter got out his phone and showed her the photo. She nodded.

“Good, I chose well! I knew they’d like it. I’m never wrong, you know”

“I know now” Peter smiled. “I got a nice frame for it, all black glitter. They moved some stuff around and put it in the centre of the mantelpiece in the main living room. I’m was kinda nervous giving it to them, so it’s good it’s appreciated, y’know?”

“I told you it’d go down well, honey. It’s a cool photo” Auntie said. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Well... I’d really better not. I’ll try to come back for longer some other time, but I can’t really today”

“Aw honey, you’re a bit of a daddy’s boy, aren’t you? Don’t try to deny it; even the tabloid photos are proof enough” she took his hand and kissed it. “Look up the shop on Instagram when you get home. You can find my page through it, and maybe I’ll end up doing a gig near you some time, and you can come along”

“Ok, but I’m too young for clubs”

“But you’re not too young for cafe-bars. Get your parents to go along. Maybe Mr Playboy will let you hang about the bookshop if he knows old Auntie is here to keep an eye on you”

Peter smiled nervously. “I don’t know about that. I’ll give it a go anyway. I- well, aside from obviously being in a big gay household, I don’t really get to talk to many other people like me, and it’s kinda nice doing that”

“Honey, you enter a whole other world when you find more people like you. You’re young, and most people have to wait until they can go to gay clubs. You’re lucky to have places like this about. You’ll meet people if you go to them. You know it’s healthy to do so”

Peter nodded. “I know. Maybe I’ll guilt trip daddy that way”

Auntie laughed. “You’re a caution, baby”

Peter’s phone started ringing before he could reply.

“Is that daddy-Playboy?”

Peter looked at his phone, and nodded. He answered the call.

“I know where you are!” Tony said. “Don’t you dare leave that shop; I’ll be there to get you in five minutes. You are so totally grounded!”

Peter grimaced, glancing at Auntie. “I’ll stay put”

“You’d better! We’re gonna have a falling out one of these days, young man! See you in a minute”

“See you in a minute”

Peter ended the call, and sighed heavily. Auntie squeezed his shoulder.

“Don’t go looking so worried, baby” she said. “I’ll talk him round the moment he arrives”

Peter couldn’t help but grin. Maybe this fierce drag queen could mellow out his over-protective father. He certainly hoped so.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #irondad and spiderson #this is longer than I expected but whatever #father's day

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yo, im not gonna lie guys, im super drunk, so this bio is like.... completely ocpy and pasted but;.... pls plot with me..... im so excited to bring this baby here.... i feel it is the perfect place to write her and i hven’t had the chance to in so long ..... love me..... and greta........ please im so excited this is back, last time i played jack..... n willow??? i think....... maybe archie too...... dont even remember...... who i fuckin played..... but i was here...... and queer..... loud..... and proud..... god this dumb bitch needs to sleep.....

GRETA O'DRISCOLL

20. born in marfa, texas. luvs wearing gingham print dresses and cowboy boots. vert into art and pornography, and particularly the combination of the two. wants to do a PHD on gender studies and female autonomy in porn.

( kristine froseth | she / her | cisfemale ) hey, you hear ( young lady, you’re scaring me by ron gallo ) playing over on the ( rv lot ) ? that’s where ( greta o'driscoll ) lives! i heard they moved in from ( marfa, texas ) exactly ( four months ) ago. they’re very ( zealous ) but also pretty ( erratic ). maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the ( libertine ). starlit is full of people, but this ( 20 ) year old is really going to liven things up around here! ( nora | 23 | she / her | gmt )

personality: easy-going, deceptive, manipulative, self-reliant, profound, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent unmotivated, self-corrupting, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring.

likes: art, music, philosophy, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, fish and chips on the beach, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, DJ sets, magnolias.

dislikes: bananas, coffee, mental mathematics, children, misogyny, the imaginary future, literature, Wes Anderson films

muse tag

aesthetics: a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

cliffsnotes on biography

- she’s called greta (under witness protection), and she’s a serial dater. she’s incredibly restless and doesn’t settle. before she came to seattle, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. born into a single-parent house with two older sisters so always surrounded by women and as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention - every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result everyone from her past views her as a completely different person depending on when she met them. - she’s been involved in a series of destructive relationships because when people discover she’s not who she pretends to be she often gets explosive and defensive. - (tw gun) she’s now under witness protection and moved to connecticut because she shot a previous boyfriend in self-defence and his family are trying to have her done for murder, but she got tired of being moitored so is now even on the run from the police / her faked identity. - easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be entralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her - big into sports. big into gender politics. big into art. does a lot of art installation pieces to do with female and queer bodies. massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune. big fan of the honey bee.

full biography

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your bosom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and daredevils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six-pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three-hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty-five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wildfire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you make your name as a downtown singer while he foots the bill with pills. they have a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you live like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self-defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to vegas where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#starlit:intro #starlit:ooc #pls plot w me im going 2 sleep but.... will reply tomorrow #spam me with ideas i LIVE for that shit x #⥂ greta o'driscoll. ╱ musings.

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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CUCKOO

"Once the cuckoo enters the birds nest, it pushes all the other birds eggs out and replaces them with it's own."

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Dan was pissed off. He couldn't believe Jason had brought his stupid girlfriend on their lads night out. Chloe was his worst nightmare. A high-maintenance attention whore who had turned Jason into a total pussy. Long nails, blonde hair, high heels and bitchy attitude... she may have been a stunner, but she was a real drag too.

Lad's night outs were supposed to be about partying, pulling girls and getting drunk. Chloe clearly disapproved of Jason's friends. Her presence here was to ensure they all behaved themselves.

Chewing gum boredly, Chloe didn't even look like she gave a shit as she took selfies and messaged her girlfriends. The lads all tried to ignore her.

"I'll get another round in," laughed Dan slapping another friend - Big Chris on the back. He walked to the bar but suddenly became aware of a floral smell and heard Chloe's bitchy voice in his ear.

"Come to the washroom with me."

"Huh... what?" he gawped.

A manicured hand snapped hard round his wrist. Sexy silver rings and acyrillic nails made it look so feminine and hot as it encircled his arm.

"Girls always go to the toilet together. Come on babe. We can leave the boys chatting whilst we fix our makeup."

"Wh... what are you talking about?" he groaned as his head spun and Chloe pulled him away from the bar towards the girls washroom.

"What do you mean Danielle? We always go the bathroom together. We love to check our appearance, chat about boys and slag off other bitches. Right?"

Dan looked down at his arm in horror. Chloe's skin was bronzed from the fake tan she aways wore and now as he watched that fake tan was spreading from her hand onto his skin. The closer she dragged him towards the washroom the faster it was spreading.

Dan's hair began to itch and his clothing felt tight. Chloe's perfume seemed to rising around his head... it almost smelt like HE was wearing it too.

"Nnnnnnooo what are you doing to me?"

"Come on Dani, stop being so fucking weird. Hurry up and come into the bathroom with me. Once you cross the threshold you'll feel just like one of the girls like you always do."

Fake tan raced over Dan's skin and blonde hair tickled his shoulders. His white trainers turned into stylish white wedges and bitchy pink nails shot out of his fingertips as his top shrunk and turned bright pink. His ass inflated as his jeans rose higher on his hips and head spinning Chloe dragged him into the washroom.

Dani giggled as Chloe pulled her over to the mirror.

"See Dani... see how fucking hot you are. You're my friend Dani. You're my new bestie. From now on we will do everything together. You love being a super feminine hot girl just like me. You've never been anything else."

Dani giggled and tossed her bright blonde hair. She reached to her purse and found a lipstick. Things were locking into place in her mind. She loved being a fucking hot bitch.

Yesssss... of course she rembembered now - she was Danielle Jones. She always had been. She and Chloe had been friends since middle school and they were on a girls night out. Chloe had brought her boyfriend along to meet them all... he was hot. Chloe had done well for herself there.

She and Chloe shared everything together. They had no secrets. They were BFF'S and she loved it.

Chloe smiled as she saw Dani's new personality snap into place as reality finished changing. She let go of her friends arm.

"Let's get back to the boys shall we?"

**********

Chris scowled as Dani and Chloe returned to the table with cocktails. They hadn't bothered to buy drinks for anyone else. Seeing his glare, Dani put a manicured hand up to her pouty mouth and whispered something to Chloe causing her to giggle.

Something was... wrong... here. Chris couldn't put his finger on it. Why had two girls come along on their night out? Chloe was bad enough, but her slutty friend Dani was such a cocktease. He was finding it hard to enjoy himself with her next to him.

"What's up Chris?" she purred as she flicked her hair to one side and winked at him.

"You're making me feel uncomfortable," he muttered.

"You didn't think that when I was sucking your cock behind your girlfriends back."

Chris winced... he'd forgotten about that. Or had he? It was weird, it was like her saying it had made the memory true.

Dani turned to their friend Andy. "Hey, would you help me carry some more drinks from the bar?"

Chris watched as Dani flanked Andy and they headed towards the bar. As they walked, she suddenly grabbed his wrist and she began tugging him towards the girls washroom.

Lucky bastard, thought Chris. Looks like Andy was about to get his cock sucked too.

Meanwhile Andy was groaning as fake tan spread down his arm and Dani dragged him towards the washroom.

"Come on Amber... we need to talk. Remember, us girls always go to the toilet together."

As his breasts began to swell and high heels pushed him up, Andy could only giggle and nod. Long blonde hair fell to his back and he giggled as he became a bratty bimbo.

Amber was very much the slut of the group. She loved to act dumb and go shopping. Nights out like this were her other favourite vice - especially if the night ended with her fucking some hot guy.

"Of course babe... let's go freshen up," she laughed letting Dani pull her into the washroom and her new life.

********

Chris and Jason looked uncomfortable as Amber, Dani and Chloe giggled and chatted. Both boys felt embarassed. This was supposed to be a boys night out, yet none of the boys had wanted to come.

The girls kept giving him funny looks. It was making him feel really uncomfortable.

"Excuse me," he muttered and got up as if to go to the mens - but he headed towards the exit. Something weird was going on and he wanted out.

He has halfway to the door when the three girls suddenly seemed to materialise around him.

"Where are you going Christine?" smirked Chloe. "We're just getting started."

Three slutty hands shot out and grabbed his wrists. As the girls surrounded him Chris moaned as he dragged to the washroom and he began to transform into one of them.

"Remember Christine... girls always go the bathroom together..."

As Christine the tall yoga obssessed gym bunny member of the group finished adjusting her blonde hair in the washroom mirror - she couldn't have agreed more.

******

Jason sat at a table amongst the chattering giggling girls. Since he had started dating Chloe it felt like she was taking over his life. It was funny - but he didn't seem to have any friends and Chloe had so many.

Wherever he went he always seemed to be outnumbered. It was like since she had come into his life things had really changed and now she was in control of everything.

He watched the four blonde bitches walk off to the washroom together, guys staring hungrily at them and other girls enviously.

He always did wonder what girls talked about when they went to the washroom. He guessed now he'd never find out...

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #m2f corruption #brats #night out

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shur-kha-ffxiv · 6 years

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(Bold choices that pretain to your muse)

(Italics are future canon)

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned Stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

-Shur has the average build of a hunter born of the Steppe. Her hands are soft but has burn like scars on her palms from her chosen weapon.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

- Max height for a female Xaela

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft. Scarred.

- Scales are black but reflect light appearing to have a bluish tint to them. Lightly scared from life in the Steppes. Has a pronounced patch of scales on her stomach from a sword wound she got from her brother growing up

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

- Has light purple colored limbal rings

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Natural streaks (green). Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows

- Used to have long hair until she had an accident hunting when she was younger. Arrow shaft caught in her hair and was torn from her skalp, has kept it short since then. Green streaks in her hair are natural (come from her mom's side)

TATTOO & PIERCING(S).

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there (two tattoos). Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

- has silver metal clasps at her horn tips, will canonly acquire future tattoos

MAKEUP

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make up.

- Sometimes has small runes and prayers painted on her skin in Xaelic usually seen if she anxious or worried about an upcoming battle

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Sugar. Cinnamon.

- Usually smells like whatever she is cooking at the time. Isn't uncommon for her have an underlying smell of apples however

CLOTHING.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight / formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports t-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi dress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress / skit. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. hoodie. Harlem pants. Tribal wear. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. No panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Natural colors. Naked.

- Usually found wearing natural fabrics with bright colors. Is fond of black and red but has been seen in light blues. Prefers clothing to be tight so not to catch but not restrictive in a fight.

Tagged by @captainkurosolaire

Tagging: @liefhiro @viridian-dragoon @aylamoenwyb @kha-merc-ffxiv @grantffxiv

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv xaela #ask meme #body aesthetic #prayers to the gods that tumblr doesn't eat this post

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aylamoenwyb · 6 years

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Appearance Aesthetics: Ayla Moenwyb

(Bold choices that pertain to your muse)

(Italics are situational)

BODY

-Ayla grew up running and hunting with a bow and is also a skilled acrobat and dancer. She’s got an hourglass figure but on a muscular dancer’s frame.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

- While tall for her sex and race, she is still a very petite woman.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft. Scarred. Scaled,

-Ayla has smooth, unblemished or marked moonlit skin set off with obsidian scales.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

- Her eyes are jade green with red limnal rings most of the time. However in high emotional states,hungry or angered, they will lose all of their jade coloring and turn a rich, glowing, crimson red.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Natural streaks (honey). Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows

- Her hair color never changes but she often styles it differently depending on her mood or needs after all, she is a performer. Ayla’s most signature style is a rounded bob that shows off her extra horn nubs, but commonly those are hidden under longer styles or more pulled back styles. Sometimes she can even be found with her hair braided.

TATTOO AND PIERCING(S)

- Ayla is able to wear earrings upon her horns, and occasionally adorns them with even more chains and gems. Also, while she is ‘unmarkable’ and bares no tattoos, she does have a paw-printed brand on the inside of her left ankle which was able to remain imprinted on her skin as it happened in a very rare moment where her vampire nature, and therefore potent self-regen, was subdued.

MAKEUP

- Ayla enjoys being well-dressed and putting on make up. She also needs to wear makeup on the stage. Her makeup does change however depending on what she’s doing. If aboard the Crimson Phoenix, or at home, she’s likely in more subdued makeup. If out for a night on the town, or performing, it’s likely bolder.

SCENT

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Sugar. Cinnamon.

- Ayla normally smells of a mix of trillium, rosemary, lavender, honey and clean as those are the key scents in her perfumes,soaps and shampoos. However, other smells like sweat,sex, blood, leather, the shroud and sea can also linger upon her skin and hair-it all depends on if she was recently hunting or with her husband or out training and such. She prefers to stay clean, but she’s also not too shy to let some scents linger for a bit.

CLOTHING

- Ayla loves fashion and finery and has the wealth to dress like it. And while she loves tiny little cute outfits that show off her dancer silhouette, her sun sensitivity seldom allows it. So to compensate, she finds a variety of stylish ways to be cute and sexy but still remain covered....at least out in public.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

-See above about clothes.

Tagged by @captainkurosolaire @east-to-the-sea

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maiviastorm · 3 years

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She always assumed that she and her boyfriend were mates. On their 18th birthday, her world comes crumbling down. She watched as her boyfriend of four years bounded up the stairs to embrace her sister in a long passionate kiss.

Her boyfriend was mated to her sister.

*************

“I can’t decide between the taupe or beige napkins. What do you think, Ava?”

I raise my head up from the palm of my hand where I had been staring out the dining room window in a daze. I look over at my twin sister who is holding up two napkins that look identical to me.

“Uh…the one on the right?”

My sister makes a face. “Really? Hmm. I don’t know.” She grabs her cell phone and snaps a picture. “I better ask Caleb what he thinks.”

I drop my chin back into my hand and sigh, my gaze drifting back to the open window.

I have no idea why my sister insists on including me on her Luna commencement ceremony planning. She doesn’t take any of my advice, and it’s flat out painful to watch her make plans to spend her future with Alpha Caleb.

Maybe that’s why she does it. To rub it in my face that she is Alpha Caleb’s mate, not me.

I feel a familiar flip in my stomach and the knot that always accompanies it in my throat.

I blink several times and glance over at my sister.

She’s furiously texting away on her phone, a frown on her pretty face.

Lily may be my twin sister, but we couldn’t look or act more different.

While Lily is tall, 5’10, super skinny, and has straight white blond hair and blue eyes, I am short, only 5’2, with dirty blonde wavy hair and green eyes. I’m skinny too, but I have more curves than my sister. My sister is actually pretty flat chested, but you wouldn’t know it with her super padded push up bras.

She has always cared more about her appearance than doing well in school, sports, or even fighting. She’s the only female in the pack with acrylic nails and fake eyelashes. Her long hair is perfect, never one hair out of place, and she always wears bright pink lipstick, short dresses, and super tall high heels.

Caleb and I used to call her barbie behind her back.

I look back to the window and swallow back the lump in my throat.

That was before he found out she was his mate.

I’ll never forget the day. It was three months ago on our eighteenth birthday. Even though I usually just wear leggings and tees to school, I wore a cute green sundress for the occasion. Caleb always said he loved me in green because it made my eyes pop.

I had carefully ran a straightening iron through my hair, put on some lip gloss, and raced downstairs to meet Caleb who always drove me to school, and I just knew that we would feel our mate spark, I was so certain.

Caleb and I had dated four years. He was two years older than me, but we had basically grew up together, and had always been close. He asked me out when I was fourteen and we were inseparable. I was there for him at every football game, I was there when his dad passed away, and I was there when he took over being Alpha of our pack.

We spent every single day together. I snuck out to meet him every night. When we weren’t together, we were texting each other. We talked about everything together, shared all our thoughts and feelings.

But on that morning of my eighteenth birthday when I opened the door, Caleb froze.

I watched in horror as he sniffed the air and stepped past me where he looked up the stairs to see Lily. Lily, who looked beautiful in her hot pink mini dress and nude wedges, at the top of the stares staring back at him.

Then I watched as my boyfriend of four years bounded up the stairs to embrace my sister in a long passionate kiss.

I lean my head back, blinking furiously.

Get ahold of yourself Ava!

“Uh!” Lily’s high voice breaks into my thoughts again. She puts down her phone with a flourish and waves a perfectly manicured hand in front of her. She sticks her lips out in a pout. “I don’t know why I even bother trying to include Caleb. He either never answers or just says, ‘whatever you want sweetheart’. It’s like he doesn’t even care that this ceremony binds us together forever.”

I flinch. He used to call me sweetheart, and the thought of them being together forever…oh God, it hurts.

“Ava.” Lily elongates the first A in my name in a super whiney voice.

I look up at her and she’s staring at me with her lips still pouting.

“You aren’t even listening to me.” She accuses, wagging her finger at me. “This is important for you too, it’s important for the entire family that I am becoming the Luna.”

Lord help us all, I think as she sticks her lower lip out even further looking all of about six years old.

This is how Lily is. She never liked to work hard and discovered early on that if she looked pretty and asked nicely, she could always get her way. She never even had to participate in mandatory pack training. Basically, Caleb thought it would be a waste of a partner to make someone train with her. So, Lily got her nails done and stayed on the sidelines to watch and compliment the unmated good-looking guys when it was finished, not worried at all about taking care of herself, some strong man would do it for her one day.

I’ve never even seen Lily shift since she first could at sixteen. (My first shift was at fourteen.) She’s probably worried it would mess up her nails.

“Could you pretty please talk to Caleb for me?” She tilts her head and smiles at me as she reaches across the table to grab my hand. “Just tell him that it would be nice of him to show a little more enthusiasm? Tell him that I feel like he doesn’t even love me when he acts like he doesn’t care about my ceremony.” She bats her eyelashes at me and sticks out her lower lip.

This is another thing Lily always does. She seems to think that the moment she mated to Caleb that all my feelings for him, and his for me, just completely evaporated into excitement for her. She is always asking me to talk to him about their relationship, “since we use to be such good friends.”

Well, maybe his feelings did evaporate for me, but it wasn’t that easy for me. I still think about him all the time. I miss him and I miss talking to him.

Ever since he mated to my sister, we’ve barely talked at all, unless it was something Lily wanted me to ask or tell him, which I always did through text.

“Lily…Alpha Caleb is away fighting right now.” I emphasize fighting. I feel like I am dealing with a self-obsessed toddler sometimes. I try not to roll my eyes.

“I can’t believe he is even texting you at all right now. Aren’t you worried more about him even making it home safely?”

Lily straightens up and flips her hair over her shoulder.

“Of course, I worry about him, but he’s an Alpha, he can take care of himself.” She waves her hand dismissively at me and then starts shuffling through different colored ribbons on the table. “He has beta Ralph to watch his back too. He’ll be fine.” She says this last bit casually, but she steals a glance at me to see my reaction to her mentioning beta Ralph.

She’s been trying to set me up with Caleb’s best friend and beta, Ralph, ever since she mated with Caleb. She keeps dropping all these hints on how perfect it would be if we both got to live in the packhouse together. And oh, what fun we could have on double dates.

No thank you. I will only ever see Ralph as the annoying third wheel on countless number of dates over the years. Not to mention, I know that Lily use to hook up with him. I mean, eww. No thank you. And I really don’t find the idea of living in the packhouse with my sister and my ex-boyfriend that appealing.

I’ll wait until I find my mate before I date anyone else. Or, I’ll just be alone forever. That’s better then spending four years in love with someone just for them to mate with someone else.

I sigh and watch Lily separating different color ribbons into sections in front of her.

She glances up at me. “Well?”

“Well…what?”

She sags her shoulders and rolls her eyes upward. “Uh! Ava! Caleb…?”

“Oh.” I fiddle with a bronze napkin ring on the table. I hear Lily strumming her fingers impatiently on the table. “Fine.”

I reach for my cell and hesitate. I look over at Lily who is watching me.

I sigh again. I click on Caleb’s name and am trying to decide what exactly I should say, when all of a sudden, Caleb’s voice is in my head.

“Ava.” His voice is soft and slightly hesitant. “Are you alone?”

I look over at Lily who is back to studying the napkins.

I stand up, pretending to be typing on my phone, go to the screened in porch, and take a seat on the swinging bench. The same one Caleb and I spent cuddled on or making out on countless nights.

“Yes, I’m alone.”

There’s a pause. “We have visitors coming tomorrow.”

I’m surprised, but I try to keep it out of my thoughts. “Who? Are you on your way back?”

“No. We can’t leave yet. We were instructed to stay here and wait for reinforcements.”

“Instructed?” Since when is an Alpha instructed?

Another pause. “Yes. We came to help the Blue Moon pack defend itself against the Red Night pack, but it looks like the Red Night pack has reinforcements, and they are pretty fierce and growing fast in numbers. Now they’ve caught the attention of the elite.”

“The elite? The Lycan royals?” I’m shocked. The Red Night pack must be gaining a lot of power to draw the Lycans down from the North.

“But what does this have to do with visitors coming here?”

“King Cameron will be bringing some of his pack to stop over on the way to joining us.”

The Lycan King Cameron, here? I start to feel panicky. We’ve never had any Lycan royalty here before, now the king himself?

“Ava, I know you’ve helped plan a lot of visitors before…” I’ve never heard Caleb be so hesitant when speaking before. “I was wondering if you could help Lily prepare for the guests.”

“Of course.”

“And…” It’s the longest pause yet. “Can you make sure Lily wears something appropriate?”

Ava’s POV

I’m watching Lily running around the great hall.

It’s been three hours since Caleb told me about the visitors and Lily hasn’t blinked since.

When I told her that Lycan King Cameron would be here tomorrow at 11:00 and that she would be expected to act as host, she dropped the napkins from her hands, her face ghost white, and started squealing, ‘oh my god’ over and over.

It took about thirty minutes to snap her out of it and I’ve been gently guiding her through all the preparations.

The thing about Lily is, she wants the help, but she doesn’t always want to know that you are helping. She really wants to be a good Luna and have the respect of the pack, but she doesn’t have a clue on how to host, let alone a Lycan king.

I mean, god, I don’t even know how to host a Lycan king.

But I have been making little suggestions quietly to Lily, and she has been repeating them to the chef, maids, and the council.

The Lycan clan will have a buffet lunch, catered dinner, nice clean bedrooms for the night, and a quick breakfast before heading out early the next day.

It’s custom to host a welcome celebration for visiting packs, but given the circumstance of this visit, we decided to host a nice, but more casual style, dinner instead.

I also had Lily add extra members to the patrol, we want to look like a strong pack while our Alpha is away.

I quickly volunteered the night shift. I don’t sleep well anymore anyway, and I’ll be back in time to help get Lily ready in the morning.

I watch as Lily looks around the great hall with a manic expression on her face.

She turns to me. “Do you think it looks ok? Oh my goodness, King Cameron!” She shakes her head in disbelief, her eyes wide. “What was Caleb thinking inviting him here while he was gone?”

“Um, well, I don’t think Caleb had much of a choice in the matter Lily. My guess is, he’d probably rather be here than off fighting some vicious pack.” My sarcastic tone goes right over her head.

“Well, maybe if it goes well, King Cameron will come back afterwards for the Luna ceremony.” Lily nods her head, her eyes getting a dreamy look to them. “Oh, can you imagine. Daphne would just die if we had royalty at the ceremony!”

Daphne was Lily’s frenemy growing up. She mated to a beta at a neighboring pack before Lily mated to Alpha Caleb. Lily was super pouty about Daphne getting such a powerful mate that she wasn’t even going to go to their mate ceremony. Until she mated with Alpha Caleb. Then she was more than happy to show up in a slinky pale pink dress on her new Alpha’s arm.

“Well, you have this under control, I’m going to go get ready for my shift.” Lily nods absently, I’m not sure if it’s at me, or if she’s just nodding at the thought of having a Lycan king at her Luna ceremony to make everyone jealous.

I hurry out of the hall and start running when I reach the road. It’s a short jog to our house where I let myself in the front door up the stairs to my bedroom.

I change into small black athletic shorts and an old grey tank top before throwing my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.

I catch a glimpse of myself in my mirror and feel a fresh wave of pain. I wore this outfit on countless patrols with Caleb.

Shake it off Ava. I take a deep breathe and rush down the stairs, slipping my feet quickly into tennis shoes, and taking off at a run to the patrol meeting spot in the woods.

I love running through the forest, in human and wolf form, it’s such a freeing feeling.

Caleb and I use to go on runs together. We’d run to his aunts abandoned house on the outskirts of town so we could be alone…

I shake my head as I reach the meet up spot. I can’t keep thinking about him. It hurts too much, and I really don’t want anyone seeing these thoughts while we patrol in mindlink together.

Kevin is waiting for me in the clearing where we always meet up to start our patrols. He’s an older man with greying hair, too old to go off to fight other packs, but still able to handle his own against the occasional lone rogue.

I nod at him as I walk over and he nods back.

“Annie and Dave have already left. You can cover the south side tonight, I’ll take the West. Meet back here at 5:00.”

I nod in acknowledgement and go behind a tree to take off my clothes before shifting to my white furred wolf.

I can feel my spirits lift as I bound through the forest, no longer thinking about Caleb or Lily, just letting my mind be blank.

I spend the next several hours letting my mind stay that way, running around the forest, listening and smelling for anything out of the ordinary, enjoying the feel of the forest floor on my paws.

5:00 comes fast. I meet up with the others in the clearing, go behind a tree to get my clothes on, and say a quick hi and bye to the new shift.

I run back home to get ready for the day. I made a promise to Caleb that I would help Lily today, which means I don’t have much time.

As soon as I get home, I shower, dress quickly in a modest pale blue dress, and go to Lily’s room.

I knock and open the door at the same time.

Lily is still in bed, a hot pink sleep mask covering her eyes.

“Lily!” I whisper loudly and poke her arm.

She grunts but doesn’t wake.

“Lily!” I poke her harder and she wakes, pushing her eye mask up. “We need to get ready for the visitors!”

Lily sits upright and her face turns to panic. “King Cameron!” She squeals and jumps out of bed.

It takes a lot of back and forth, but I finally convince Lily into a light pink fitted dress that has a modest top and goes to her knees, instead of the skin tight hot pink mini dress with side cutouts. She still looks amazing, but she isn’t revealing nearly as much skin as she usually does, which is what I think Caleb was hoping for.

Her straight white blond hair is half pulled up in a sophisticated hair do with a diamond covered clip holding it in place and her huge diamond stud earrings exposed.

She looks stunning. She looks like a barbie d0ll.

We are about to head to the packhouse, just waiting on Lily to grab her purse, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror.

I didn’t even take time to blow dry my hair and I’m regretting it as I look in the mirror at my big wavy hair looking like a wild mane around my face.

I open the drawer to a little catch all dresser under the mirror and rummage around for a hair band. I find one and pull my hair back into a quick loose braid down my back.

Lily comes into the hall and looks up from her purse.

“Oh! Ava! Your hair…” She looks wide eyed at my freshly done braid. “You really should leave it down, it looks like you slept on it in that braid, it’s all loose and falling out. I think we have time for you to straighten it…”

“It’s fine Lily.” I walk towards the door. “No one will be looking at me anyway.”

Lily’s face went from a critical frown to a smile instantly. “Oh, you’re right Ava, I’m sure King Cameron will be wanting to talk to the future Luna.” She walks to the door and stops expectantly.

I roll my eyes and step in front of her to open the door for her.

“Let me get that door for you, your highness.” Once again, the sarcasm goes unnoticed.

Lily giggles as she walks through the door. “Oh Ava, I already have a mate, remember? Otherwise, I’m sure King Cameron and I would really get along.”

I throw my head back in an epic eyeroll as I follow her through the door.

How could I forget you already have a mate? I only dated him four years before you took him from me.

I shake my head and catch up to Lily as we walk to the packhouse together, Lily holding on to my arm to keep her steady in her four inch high heels on the uneven pavement. She’s a foot taller than me in them. She used to complain all the time when I insisted on always wearing flats while she wore heels. Being eight inches taller than me already, she said we looked weird next to each other. She changed her mind as she got older though, she liked having everyone looking at her, the tall beauty, instead of the plain shortie next to her.

When we reach the packhouse we pause, people are frantically running around doing last minute touch ups.

“No no!” Lily squeals at a young girl putting white tulips on a table. The girl pauses and looks terrified as Lily hurries toward her, her high heels clicking loudly on the wood floors. “I said I wanted pink roses!!”

I walk over to the buffet table that still has coffee out. I’m going to need a lot of this today after my all nighter. I mix a ton of cream and sugar into my coffee cup and watch my sister freaking out on all the helpers.

I’m just wondering if I might be able to sneak away for a short cat nap when Kevin rushes in the room.

“Lily! They’re here! They arrived early!”

I’m so shocked that I accidently sloosh my coffee down my dress. Gosh!

I hastily grab some napkins and start dabbing away blindly while I look over at Lily.

She’s frozen in shock, hand in the air, her finger still pointing at a table she was apparently telling someone they had set up incorrectly.

“Lily!” I hiss loudly and wave her over to me. I need her to pull herself together. I told Caleb that I would help her, and I don’t want him to be let down.

Lily comes to with a shake of her head and takes quick clicking steps toward me, her eyes wide.

I throw the napkins on the table and walk towards the door, still waving her over, so we can meet the visitors at the entrance.

Lily is almost to my side when it happens. I smell something I had never smelled before, and it was the most wonderful and enticing scent in the world.

I stop walking as I watch a group of the largest men that I have ever seen striding through the door. All are nearly seven feet tall. All are extremely handsome. And every single one is incredibly intimidating.

About eight of them walk in and step aside to make room for the largest man of all to walk through.

He was easily seven feet tall and the most gorgeous of them all. He wore a green dress shirt that was fitted against his wide shoulders and huge arm muscles and tucked in at his slim waist into dark wash jeans. He has dark brown hair with just a slight wave to it, intoxicating big hazel eyes that were incredible intense, high chiseled cheek bones, and kissable full lips.

He keeps walking purposefully past his men, his eyes meeting mine. I’m frozen in place, I feel like the closer he walks to me, the more likely I am to melt into the floor and I can’t stop staring at him.

He walks all the way up to me, his eyes blazing into mine, wraps an arm around my waist to pull me up and against him and growls, “Mine!”

Ava’s POV

What is happening?

I’m nearly being crushed by this giant of a man. He has me pulled against his hard chest, my arms pinned to my sides, my feet off the floor, one of my flats has fallen off and the other is dangling from my toes. He has one arm wrapped around me, holding me up, and the other is gr'ipping the back of my neck, his face nest'led into my hair.

My face is pressed into his chest and I in'hale his delicious scent and all I can think is, “mate.”

But who is this? Who is this giant man who apparently is my mate? He has to be a part of the Lycan clan, which explains his giant stature and stunningly good looks.

I inhale deeply again. My head feels slightly foggy, like I’ve had way too much to drink.

I want to look at this stranger’s gorgeous face again. I try a little wigle.

Someone behind us gives a little cough.

He loosens his grip on me and lets me slide down his long, hard muscular body until my feet hit the floor, my body tingling like crazy.

I look up into his gorgeous face and I sway a little. He wraps his giant hands around my waist to steady me and lowers his head to take me in just as much as I am him.

This is my mate? Oh my god! He’s the most beautiful man on the planet! Not just a man, a Lycan!

I reach my hand up without thinking and touch his chiseled cheek. Electricity runs through my body and I b i t e my lip at the sudden de'sire I’m feeling towards this stranger.

His eyes darken and he pulls me closer.

There’s another slightly louder cough behind us and I pull my hand back.

He grabs my hand tightly with his and stands up straight, turns around and looks around the room.

I begrudgingly tear my eyes away from him and follow his gaze.

My eyes fall on Lily, standing just four feet away from us. Her eyes are huge and her mouth is open while she stares at us.

“A…Ava?” Lily stammers as she gawks at us.

“Are you Luna Lily?” My Lycan’s voice is deep and sxy. His words are slow and deliberate, authoritative. I feel my knees going weak. His grip on my hand tightens.

Lily closes her mouth and looks at my Lycan. She seems to shake herself awake.

“Yes, yes I’m Luna Lily.” She takes a couple of clicking steps towards us with her hand outstretched.

My Lycan looks at her hand and after an embarrassingly (for Lily) long pause, he shakes it.

I’ve never seen Lily so flustered, it’s defiantly the first time I’ve seen her blush.

“Welcome!” Lily’s voice is high pitched.

“Thank you for your hospitality. We will need fifteen beds for the night, the rest of my men will keep patrol around the village overnight.”

Lily nods, her mouth open again, a very confused look on her face.

I’m confused as well. Where is King Cameron? I lean forward to look around my new mate to see if I could tell which one he is. Is he even here?

“If someone could show my men to their rooms, I’ll have…” He turns to me. “What is your name?”

“Ava.” My voice sounds weird, quiet and scratchy, like I haven’t actually talked in days.

The man looks at me for a moment. “Ava.” He repeats my name and my name has never sounded more beautiful then when this man says it. I never thought of myself as a swooner, but I actually feel like this man is making we swoon.

He turns back to Lily. “I’ll let Ava show me to my room.” He turns and nods to the other men before turning back to me, raising an eyebrow, and gesturing for me to lead the way.

I glance over at Lily who is still standing in the same spot looking more confused than ever. Her eyes sweep the men around the entrance and back to us, her eyes go huge and she puts her hands over her mouth.

What is her problem?

I turn away, my mate still holding my hand, and make my way to the large staircase down the hall that leads to the visitor’s wing.

The way that my mate talked to Lily made it seem like he had some authority, maybe he is a beta or some council member to the king. It’s important that I know so I can put him in the right guest room.

As we climb the stairs, I look up at the gorgeous man holding my hand, he’s looking back at me. I nearly miss a step.

We make it to the top floor landing and I stop.

“Wha…what’s your name?” My voice still sounds small and quiet.

A look of amusement comes across his face. He tilts his head to the side as he looks at me.

“You don’t know who I am?”

I’m confused again. Why would I know who he is? Lycan’s and werewolves rarely socialize with each other. The elites throw elaborate parties every year for some of the larger and more powerful packs, but our pack has never received an invitation. The only thing we know about the elite’s are the things we hear secondhand from other packs.

“I’m…I’m sorry…I’ve never been North to the elite village…” I trail off awkwardly.

Whoever my new Lycan mate is, he is very intimidating. He looks at me for a few moments longer before speaking.

“I am King Cameron.”

Oh my god!!

I instinctively take a step backwards. King Cameron watches me.

“I’m…I’m so sorry…I…I didn’t know…” I’m stammering like a dumb. I glance wildly around me. I feel a sudden urge to hide in my embarrassment.

“No need to apologize.” He doesn’t move, just watches my face.

I can feel my face flaming red and I clumsily pull at my dress, noticing the large wet, dark coffee stain for the first time.

No. No! I finally meet my mate and it’s a freaking Lycan KING, and I have a huge coffee stain on my dress. I swipe unconsciously at it, and that’s when I realize I never put my other flat back on. Oh my god. I am only wearing one shoe. I nervously go to run my hand through my hair and remember too late it’s in a braid, which I can feel I just messed up beyond it’s already sloppy state.

So, just to make sure I totally have a grip on my reality right now…

I have just mated to the most stunningly gorgeous Lycan king, and I am standing here with a huge stain on my dress, only wearing one shoe, and God knows what my hair must look like, but we can safely assume, not good!

Oh, and I’m stammering like a dumb.

The urge to escape the situation is overwhelming. I glance towards the stairs.

King Cameron puts his hand under my chin and turns my face towards his.

“I believe you were showing me to my room.”

My stomach does a flip at his touch. A mixture of excitement and nerves.

Not trusting myself to speak in coherent words, I nod and take a couple steps towards the guest Alpha suite. I figure it’s better to be barefoot than a moron walking around in just one shoe, so I try to discreetly kick off my one flat as I walk.

It catches on my toe after the first kick, so I quickly kick out my foot harder and the flat flies off and hits the leg of a side table with a surprisingly loud thud.

I want to die. I don’t dare look at King Cameron. I can feel my ears burning with humiliation.

His thumb starts to rub circles on the back of my hand and I feel a wave of desire flow through me.

He leans down and whispers in my ear. “One less thing for me to take off of you later.”

#The Lycon Kings Mate #Dreame

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sunmihyung-blog · 6 years

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☽ ┊[ IM JINAH / APHRODITE ] IS THAT [ SUNMI HYUNG ] ? I HEARD THAT THE [ 23 ] YEAR OLD [ CISFEMALE ] IS A [ SOCIALITE ] FROM [ MANHATTAN ]. I HEARD THAT THEY’RE [ + ALLURING & + CHARMING ] BUT ALSO [ - SPOILED & - SENSITIVE ]. RUMOR HAS IT THAT THEY HAVE A REPUTATION FOR BEING KNOWN AS [ THE BABY DOLL ].

MAIN HEADCANONS: –– sunmi hails from a wealthy family, daughter to a south korean ceo & a very ruthless lawyer, her parents never once missed their important meetings and job calls to tend to their daughter’s needs. –– both her parents climbed the social ladder very early in life. she’s never had to beg or ask for a thing, because they’d make up for the lack of love & attention by showering her in gifts and money. sunmi had her first pony when she was five, being a passionate lover of animals ( i will delve deeper into this !! ) –– they moved to nyc once sunmi was two years old, in 1997, leaving south korea for yet another territory to be explored by her father’s company. she never had to learn south korean ( although she does speak it at home ), so her main language is english. –– her father owns a cosmetics company, and her mother works for her father; it’s how they met: through work. sunmi used to think it was a beautiful love story until the day she caught her father cheating on her mother. she never mentioned it once though, too afraid that the divorce was going to tear her mother apart. –– she was expected perfection from everywhere. sunmi’s still traumatized by the demands that her parents made, and she found comfort in the little things of life. this is what ultimately makes her so sensitive ( something which will be talked about ! ) and solonely, too.

PERSONALITY HEADCANONS: –– she’s extremely love & attention hungry. because her parents never once gave her the attention and the love she truly needed, she’s a child that comes from neglect. of course, the optimistic side in her refuses to see it that way, but putting it truthfully, they weren’t one bit mindful of their child. –– being a socialite comes easy to her. sunmi is good at smiling, at playing pretend and dressing up. she’s the ultimate girly girl in every aspect, sometimes shockingly so. even her mother, who gladly imposed these ideals upon sunmi, is shocked at times. –– a little childish at times. she’s also a little too competitive and tends to take things way too personally. one would call her ‘ oversensitive ’, but i like to think her sensitivity hails from a good place. even though she’s spoiled, a socialite and someone who never truly had to face the trials that a regular person would, she’s good-hearted. –– sunmi knows she’s pretty. she’s never shied away from the spotlight, and she thrives on being the center of the attention. from papparazzi harassing her for pictures to desperate fans wanting one bit of her minute, she knows she’s relevant and she fully embraces it. –– her personality was slightly based off of songs by marina & the diamonds, with lyrics such as “hollywood infected your brain / you wanted kissing in the rain” and “got a figure like a pinup, got a figure like a doll”, it’s hard not to compare her to the archetypes established by marina in her sophomore album, ‘ electra heart ’. i took bits of these archetypes and incorporated them into her personality, such as the idle teen ( “i wanna be a bottled blonde / i don’t know why but i feel conned” ), the homewrecker ( “every boyfriend is the one until otherwise proven”, “deception & perfection are wonderful traits / one will breed love, the other, hate” ) the primadonna ( “primadonna girl, yeah / all i ever wanted was the world” ) and the heartbreaker ( “this is how to be a heartbreaker / boys they like a little danger” ) –– her signature look is her hot pink lipstick, it’s a mark of her passion, her infatuation with love & her spontaneous personality. –– a quote that describes her perfectly is one famous quote by marilyn monroe whom i personally adore ( and i will ellaborate on the parallels later !! ), it goes: “i’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. i make mistakes, i am out of control and at times hard to handle. but if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you surely don’t deserve me at my best.” –– i have based her off of famous personalities such as audrey hepburn and marilyn monroe. i like to think she’s a mixture of both, for her generosity ( which audrey so vehemently was ) and for her beauty, as well as her passion, a passion that reminds me of how spontaneously marilyn lived - she had a short life, and i like to thing it was as good as she portrayed in her pictures. she was envied by many women and even hated by them ( this was something that bothered her greatly ), but she always put herself first and wasn’t afraid to be a beautiful, powerful woman. these aspects are what make sunmi so closely similar to these two women. –– CHARACTER FLAWS: superficial / childish / sensitive / fickle. –– CHARACTER QUALITIES: generous / loving / spontaneous / fun. TESTS & OTHER LITTLE HEADCANONS: –– her MBTI type is ESFP, they’re enthusiastic and fun-loving, as well as social butterflies who thrive on attention. they tend to have a special bond with children & animals, and are known as natural “performers” & “entertainers”. “ESFPs get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and want everyone else to feel that way, too. no other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as ESFPs when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style. ESFPs are welcome wherever there’s a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun – and there’s no greater joy for ESFP personalities than to bring everyone else along for the ride. ESFPs can chat for hours, sometimes about anything but the topic they meant to talk about, and share their loved ones’ emotions through good times and bad. if they can just remember to keep their ducks in a row, they’ll always be ready to dive into all the new and exciting things the world has to offer, friends in tow. ” i handpicked ESFP for her because it perfectly matches with her generous, loving and spontaneous style, which i talked about a little bit earlier, but i imagine sunmi as the type of fun person in your life whom you never quite forget. –– her hogwarts house is HUFFLEPUFF. because of her softness, i do not see her fitting anywhere else but hufflepuff. her amity, her love for people and her generosity truly make her a great hufflepuff, as well as a daring one, for her fearlessness to be herself and her spontainety. hufflepuff is the most inclusive of the houses, they are known for being fair and for being loyal, something which i definitely thought about before sorting sunmi into hufflepuff. if she were a harry potter character ( yes, i’ve thought about this !! ) she’d be famous in her house, not only for her beauty, but for her great and loving personality as well.

MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS: –– some of her aesthetics would include: pink bubblegum, fresh & long manicured nails, flirting with strangers, fake smiling, flashing cameras, perfectly curled hair, big hugs, frilly dresses, the colour baby pink… and more here. –– i have chosen the colour baby pink & an off-white colour for her aesthetics because they represent many of the things which i believe she encompasses: pink is a very feminine, delicate and sweet colour, it is also the colour of unconditional love ( channeling her inner aphrodite here !! ). here are some aspects i’ve found interesting about the colour pink that apply to her: “a combination of red and white, pink contains the need for action of red, helping it to achieve the potential for success and insight offered by white. it is the passion and power of red softened with the purity, openness and completeness of white. the deeper the pink, the more passion and energy it exhibits. pink is intuitive and insightful, showing tenderness and kindness with its empathy and sensitivity. if you have a friend who constantly wears pink as it may indicate a need for acceptance, support and unconditional love! pink is a non-threatening color seeking appreciation, respect and admiration. It doesn’t like to be taken for granted and just loves to hear the words ‘thank you’. it is the color of uncomplicated emotions, inexperience and naiveté. a constant and exclusive use of pink can often lead you to become immature, silly and girlish, abandoning your adult responsibilities.” i believe she can be immature and sensitive sometimes, as well as someone who isn’t too keen on her own responsibilities, someone with a peter pan syndrome, someone that never quite let go of her childish aspects.

#karmahq:intro #╰ ♡ ( intro. )

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thirstyforred · 6 years

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a lot of bold the statement things with Nam that i found in my drafts

elemental tag

RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations [or modern au here]

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers• I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. (ITALIC IS FOR MODERN AU SETTING!)

Body

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight.Overweight.

Height

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

Skin

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

Eyes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold.Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

Hair

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows.Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

Tattoos / Piercings

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there.Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings.Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

Cosmetics

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

Scent

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

Clothes

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic.Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop.Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie.Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

Shoes

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

CHARACTER STATS

(bold all that applies. italicize leaning. strike former.)

WEALTH — [fck, i now have to write full post about my Aen Elle hc’s?? because this section was werdly hard]

$ financial. // wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ medical. // fit / moderate / sickly / disadvantaged / disabled / not applicable ✪ class. // upper / middle-working / poor / slave / unsure ✔ education. // qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ criminal record. // yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY —

◒ children. // has one or more children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent ◑ relationship with family. // close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / siblings are deceased ◔ affiliation. // orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable [i mean... elves]

TRAITS + TENDENCIES —

♦ extrovert // introvert // in between ♦ disorganized // organized // in between ♦ close-minded // open-minded // in between [Tir na Lia is so much diffrent place] ♦ calm // anxious // in between ♦ disagreeable // agreeable // in between ♦ cautious // reckless // in between ♦ patient // impatient // in between ♦ outspoken // reserved // in between ♦ leader // follower // in between ♦ empathetic // indifferent // in between [she got a bit more empathetic in Witcherlands] ♦ optimistic // pessimistic // in between [more like realistic] ♦ traditional // modern // in between [what does it even mean here?] ♦ hardworking // lazy // in between ♦ cultured // uncultured // in between ♦ loyal // disloyal // in between ♦ faithful // unfaithful // in between [there’s no faith - only Spiral]

BELIEFS —

★ faith. // monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated ☆ belief in ghosts or spirits. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care [would be hard to fight with them if she didn’t believed in ghosts] ✮ belief in an afterlife. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ belief in reincarnation. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ belief in aliens. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care [more like invanders from other worlds] ❀ philosophical. // yes / no / sometimes

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION —

❤ sexuality. / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / questioning ❥ sex. // sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable ♥ romance. // romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable [there were two (2) guys in her long, long sluty live] ❣ sexually. // adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited ⚧ potential sexual partners. // male / female / other / none / all ⚧ potential romantic partners. // male / female / other / none / all

ABILITIES —

☠ combat skills. // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ literacy skills. // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none [Nilfgaardian and Elder Speech are rubbish, and how even come up with Common?..] ✍ artistic skills. // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ technical skills. // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS —

☕ drinking alcohol. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess �� smoking. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✿ other narcotics. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess [fistech is a thing for a reason...] ✌ medicinal drugs. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻ indulgent in food. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess $ splurge spending. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♣ gambling. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Negative OC Traits

Bold always or almost always applies. Italic occasional or situational.

#witcher oc #witcher namrevlis #i succ at making gifs #but it was fun doing these #thirsty vs dziki zgon

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. what you need to know about me ( other than me never understanding how technology works ) is that i love wealthy & all its members with all my heart. i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-second birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be silk sheets, diamond necklaces, & faux fur coats . ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 20, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-two.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual ( in the closet ).

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, red lingerie, lip gloss, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent black opium perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, freckled skin, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

background ;;

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcome their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

earlier this year, she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 22 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

is extremely flirty & alluring.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is @taylorshill#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #i definitely missed a lot but-#it's fine aakshlfjew

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