running with wolves

Aven Wolfram fc: phoebe tonkin indie roleplay | 21+ written by grim

[vvolfatthedoor]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Aven is an original character with real world/non-magic and paranormal verses. I'm happy to write her into AUs and fandom crossovers.

default verses:

welcome to new york: Aven is a romance novelist living in New York City. This can also be adapted to an MCU/DC verse, but superheroes don't have a lot of overlap with her daily life. (bio)

horror!verse: Aven and Theo are the youngest twins raised by an unruly werewolf pack, and they flee to New York City when they turn eighteen. (bio)

[vvolfatthedoor]

moving forward, i'll be sliding aven's replies over to my oc multimuse @weniightmareyou 💛

[vvolfatthedoor]

muse: Aven Wolfram (OC) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: a bookstore in New York City open to: other OCs, fandom crossovers, whatever! triggers: n/a

One of Aven's casual hobbies was making sure her books were well displayed in local bookstores. She wasn’t obnoxious about it, and she would certainly never be presumptuous enough to mess with an actual display. It was more like a simple rearranging on the shelf, a few copies shifted to show the romance novels' often spicy front covers rather than the bland spines, and then she went on her way. She happened to know personally that the artist worked hard on those covers. They should be displayed! And selling books also kept them both fed.

That was precisely what she was doing when she realized someone was standing close by, and she jumped slightly, pressing a hand to her heart. "Oh my god, you scared me. I didn't know anyone was standing there. Have to bat for the home team, right?" She gave a light laugh, heading ducking bashfully in acknowledgement of her little reorganization project. She was by no means a shy person, but no one had ever caught her at it before. It was sort of a kid with a cookie jar moment.

[amarvelousmencgerie]

Steve raised his hands in surrender when she jumped. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her but sometimes he forgot just how quiet he was on his feet. It was something he needed in battle but in a bookstore, he should probably try a bit harder to make some noise. He smiled at the woman, as he realized just how beautiful she was. Peaking around her to look at the books she wa adjusting, he chuckled.

"So my oldest friend owns this bookstore and I'm gonna bet she turns those towards the spine because they make her blush about as much as you're blushing right now. I have to say, whoever drew those knows the human body better than I do and I'm a pretty good artist."

He found it facinating that she hadn't realized who he was and although he wouldn't part of him wished he had a name that wasn't plastered all over the walls behind him because of his new comic and that people were writing books about the attack on New York. Before he introduced himself, he took one quick peek at her name on the book before he reached his hand out towards her.

"Well Aven, I'm Steve Rogers." He sighed, knowing the moment she looked up over his head at the wall, she'd know he was Captain America. "It's really nice to meet you. I'd ask if you come here often but it sees you might since you knew where to find the spicy section at." He winked. "You should just ask Bec to keep them the way you want them. She's pretty nice most of the time. Unlike her twin brother who can be a bit moody." He realizaed he was rambling now.

"I'm talkign too much aren't I?"

[vvolfatthedoor]

Oh, that was so much ammunition to give her right off the bat. Her embarrassment fading rapidly, she arched an eyebrow, a wicked glint in her eye as she reached for the front copy. She held it innocently up before her. "Oh? Which part do you think makes her blush the most? Is it our heroine's very risqué top, or our hero's very bare ass?" Aven had a lot of practice talking about the spiciest bits of her novels with a straight face--and that certainly wasn't the reason she'd been blushing a moment ago--but even she had to burst out laughing at that point.

"I'm friends with the artist. She captured this scene perfectly." She had to give credit where it was due, turning to tuck it back into its place on the shelf. She didn't pay a lot of attention to the Avengers, even when their business was on her literal doorstep. The attack on New York had settled into her memory as something traumatic but could have been a lot worse. She was grateful her brother had been out of the country at the time, and her own building had suffered minimal damage. Still, she'd have to be an utter moron not to notice that his face matched the posters plastering the walls of the store.

"Nice to meet you, Steve. My twin brother's a bit moody too, so I understand." She smiled, shaking his hand. He probably got tired of being recognized everywhere he went. He didn't seem eager to talk about the comic, so she decided not to bring it up. "Don't worry about it. I'm also a talker. The real question is: did you know the location of the spicy section, or did you just stumble on it by accident?"

[vvolfatthedoor]

"Just a romance writer, not a porn star," she laughed. Aven thought she was about as famous as she was ever going to get in her profession, but that was fine. She made a decent living doing what she loved, and that was more than she'd ever expected when she started writing. She supposed there were a handful of romance writers that were household names, but she wasn't aiming quite that high. She was happy where she was.

"A girl after my own heart. Making s'mores on the roof is my idea of the great outdoors too." She smirked, taking a sip of her beer. She liked marshmallows, campfires, and stars, but sleeping on the ground wasn't her idea of a good time, to say nothing of the bugs and the wildlife. "Aww. You must be the best dad in the world. There's no way slime was going to fly with either of my parents."

[scinglives]

Callum didn't care if she didn't think she was famous, to him she was a hot shot writer and he was going to tell everyone about her. That he had read her books, that he knew her before she was selling thousands of books.

"We can s'mores in the garden, I have built a new firepit." Callum pointed out, another project he had taken on lately. He was trying to get the garden perfect for summer and Izzy having all of her friends over. "A good dad, or a sucker. You choose. She asks for something and I don't have the heart to say no. Hopefully that will change though when she hits the teenage years, then she'll hate me all the time for saying no."

[vvolfatthedoor]

"Of course you have." She rolled her eyes fondly. She didn't know anyone building their own firepits either. That was well beyond her capabilities or Theo's. Tearing things down, on the other hand, was a bit of a family talent.

"A little of both?" She shrugged, sipping her beer. "You don't just hand her things to get rid of her. You spend time with her. You care. That's all that really matters, right?" Aven couldn't remember a single instance of quality time with her dad. He'd loomed over her childhood like some mythic specter, home only briefly before he was traveling again. She had no idea where he was now, and she didn't care. "If it was bad for her, you could do it. Who knows? She might just be a dream as a teenager. I've heard it happens."

[jumbosizemoose]

“Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso, trying to nail his leftovers.” (Sam/Aven @vvolfatthedoor)

Sam chuckled, his fingers moving through his locks as he held up his other hand in defense. Never did he ever think he'd ever enjoy working at a circus -- not with the clowns. It wasn't even the supernatural beings that frightened him -- being surrounded by vampires, werewolves, and demons wasn't anything new to him. Most of them were people -- and most certainly not just monsters like his father and brother had raised him to think. He saw the human side of almost all of them -- and part of him knew Dean was seeing it too with how much he refused to acknowledge how much he cared about Viv.

"Alright, my apologies. I'll do better research on my authors." He offered the werewolf a smile, raising his eyebrow as he glanced over at the work they were supposed to be doing -- and instead got distracted by a conversation about authors. "Who's the first one you think of when it comes to romance? And you're not allowed to say Shakespeare or Nicholas Sparks." There was a pause as his face wrinkled. "Not that I've read Nicholas Sparks' books."

[vvolfatthedoor]

@potentialbreakupscng

Aven was cautious about trusting the Winchesters after they'd been revealed as hunters. Their kind had been killing her kind, and vice versa, for as long as there had been humans and werewolves around. It was simple with Dean, who was so surly and sketchy that he'd had her hackles up from the moment he arrived. The Wolfram twins weren't known to be the trusting sort at the best of times. It wasn't so easy with Sam, though, even knowing what he was. There was just something so trustworthy and well-meaning about him that was hard to resist, and she actually enjoyed his company when they worked together.

Not surprisingly, the conversation had turned to writers. It happened a lot with Aven and, she suspected, for Sam too. Book nerds would be book nerds, whether or not they were in a magical circus. She raised an eyebrow, followed by a peal of laughter. "Is that a real question? Myself, obviously. Have to bat for the home team." Her books certainly weren't as popular as Nicholas Sparks, but she was happy with their moderate success. It was more than she'd ever expected when she was tapping away at her keyboard, writing fanfiction all through her teen years. "I read one Sparks, and that was enough. Good use of romance tropes, but they're very bland, character-wise."

[vvolfatthedoor]

⭒˚⭒ AVEN ALICE WOLFRAM ⭒˚⭒ has just turned to a new page in their story. They're a [ 30 ] year old cisfemale (she/her), and they're an ORIGINAL character. They're also a [ werewolf ] who's currently working as a romance novelist. They look a lot like ⭒˚⭒ PHOEBE TONKIN ⭒˚⭒ and come from a world of [ supernatural ], but you'll know them best by their wolf at the door, the pen is mightier than the claws (but watch those too), knows no strangers vibe. ⭒˚⭒

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@vvolfatthedoor liked for a starter with Brock!

Maybe it was loneliness. Possibly the sheer weight of Project Insight weighing heavily on his mind. Either way, spotting her through the bookshop window as Brock walked down the sidewalk towards his usual coffee shop had stopped him dead in his tracks. She was beautiful. A breath of fresh air he didn't know he needed. But that was just her face and a passing glimpse wasn't enough. His feet moved on their own accord, back tracking down the sidewalk to the book shop door and making his way inside without stopping to think what he was going to do or say once he was in there. It was unlike him, generally so calculated and every step well thought out.

"Hello?" As if the small bell above the door tolling wasn't enough of an announcement of him entering the shop.

[vvolfatthedoor]

Aven had at least seven favorite bookstores in the city, and one of her hobbies was making sure her books were prominently displayed in each of them. Sometimes that required some subterfuge since she didn't actually work in any of them, but the independent ones were more welcoming to local writers. She'd stopped by to sign some more copies of her most recent novel, and she was carefully rearranging them back in the window display where she'd pulled them.

She may have bitten off more than she could chew with that last stack though, and it was wobbling dangerously in her arms. She tried to peer around, but she could barely see him around the pile of books. "Oh, hi! Would you mind, um-- grabbing a few of these for me?"

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

With Karen’s birthday on the horizon, Matthew was out to find an appropriate gift other than alcohol and knowing full well it was most certainly what Foggy was giving her one way or another. As much as she had a tendency to get on his nerves, he did think she deserved something nice for her birthday. But what exactly was the big question. She wasn’t like most girls, a gift certificate for a massage wouldn’t be her thing. A gift card for coffee far too impersonal for their relationship. It was the barista at the coffee shop near the office over hearing his and Foggy’s conversation who made the suggestion about the book shop, being his saving grace in the end.

The tiny bell rang above the door as Matt stepped inside, immediately hit with the warm scent of books. Even with his senses, he felt completely out of his depth in the bookstore. Everything was printed on paper with ink and he was left blind what to it.

"Hello? I am going to need some help if you are not busy."

@vvolfatthedoor

[vvolfatthedoor]

It was Aven's favorite indie bookstore in the city and she was a frequent visitor, especially when the writing wasn't …going. It was part of her process to get out of her apartment when that happened. She needed to see things, talk to people, actually live to get that spark going. Binge-buying books for her already over-stuffed bookshelves may or may not have been part of the process.

She turned, raising an eyebrow. It was on the tip of her tongue to say she didn't work there, but at the last moment, she changed her mind. She knew the store cover to cover, had even had the privilege of doing a couple reading and signing events here. It was also true that she had been tidying books just now (not even her own-- they were already prominently displayed), and she happened to know the owner was up to their eyeballs in inventory in the back. She was sure she could help him find whatever he was looking for, short of ordering something out of stock through the computer. Or, you know, actually ringing him up. Those were a bit beyond her capabilities.

"Of course. What can I help you find, Mr…?" She smiled, trailing off so he could fill in with his name.

[vvolfatthedoor]

"Green? Cliche. I think you can do better," she tsked, but not without a smile. Her own writing didn't often venture into science fiction, so she wasn't positive she could do better. She excelled at character building, slow burn romance, and not safe for work. World-building didn't come up as often. She settled in the car and turned it around, heading back toward the city. "I'm not sure there's a lot I wouldn't believe."

[rubiesintherough]

" You know what? That's fair. Zero points to me for imagination and creativity, and I bring shame upon my profession... " Dramatic waving of his hand to punctuate his words, tone pitched higher in an exaggerated, sighing whine, and a grin. " ----- You say that.... and yet, I'm afraid if I told you, you'd think I'd fully fallen off my rocker. And you'd drop me off right here. " Was he purposefully building up the hype? Maybe.

[vvolfatthedoor]

"That's assuming I ever thought you were on your rocker." The corner of her mouth lifted in a teasing smile. All writers had to be a little mad, she was sure. They spent most of their waking hours alone in a room talking to their imaginary friends. "You don't have to tell me, Howl," she assured him, not wanting to pressure him into an explanation. She'd picked her brother up from weirder places. "This was a no-strings attached taxi service."

[vvolfatthedoor]

"I might even sign it if you're sweet." She tossed a playful smile back at him. The romance genre wasn't everybody's thing, and she valued every friend who bothered to read her books anyway, starting back in high school to the ones who were desperately waiting for her to post her next chapter of fanfiction.

"Sounds perfect. I can bring some stuff for s'mores. Last time Theo made me go camping, we had marshmallows that change colors when you roast them, like blue to green. I'll see if I can find some." Aven was emphatically an indoor cat. Her idea of camping was a hotel near the woods and a good book, but her brother got restless staying in one place for too long.

[scinglives]

"Oh yeah? That'll be one of my treasured items in years to come, bragging to everyone that I had a signed original of your book when everyone knows your name." Callum said with a smile, it wasn't his particular genre but he would always support her no matter what. That's what friends did, God she had supported him so many times in the past.

"Got to say, I know Izzy won't like camping, which I'm grateful for." Callum confessed, he couldn't think of anything worse than sleeping in a tent all night. Making s'mores in the garden with a beer was much more his style, getting to sleep in the comfort of his own bed. "Oh man she would love them, she's obsessed with anything colourful at the minute. Tried to make rainbow slime the other day, terrible idea. I'm still finding slime everywhere in the kitchen. She would definitely love it you coming round for the night though."

[vvolfatthedoor]

"Just a romance writer, not a porn star," she laughed. Aven thought she was about as famous as she was ever going to get in her profession, but that was fine. She made a decent living doing what she loved, and that was more than she'd ever expected when she started writing. She supposed there were a handful of romance writers that were household names, but she wasn't aiming quite that high. She was happy where she was.

"A girl after my own heart. Making s'mores on the roof is my idea of the great outdoors too." She smirked, taking a sip of her beer. She liked marshmallows, campfires, and stars, but sleeping on the ground wasn't her idea of a good time, to say nothing of the bugs and the wildlife. "Aww. You must be the best dad in the world. There's no way slime was going to fly with either of my parents."

[ememmerson]

Send 😴 to fall asleep on my muse (Aven @vvolfatthedoor)

It had been quite the week already. With the fiasco at the bar the odd hours that followed became a whirlwind of tears from a particularly devastated little brunette. Emmett picked Aven up from from Feyres apartment once the smaller woman had fallen asleep. Avens rage was palpable even as she sank heavily into the car. The blondes brows bowed as he looked her over, a comforting hand resting against her far shoulder to give it a gentle but reassuring squeeze. "Come here." He murmured, Pulling her to lean her head against his arm as he pulled away from the curb. It wasn't long before he could hear her soft breaths puffing against his arm, the sound pressing a small smile from him. He pulled up to her home, putting the car in park and turning off the engine and allowing the silence to fill the cab. Allowing him to breath in the quiet and relax into her as she snoozed against him. She was lovely. A lovely friend. A lovely writer. . .

Altogether- Lovely.

@vvolfatthedoor

[vvolfatthedoor]

Aven could throttle her brother after that scene in the bar. She hadn't entirely ruled it out, but pending cause of death (hands around his throat? drawn and quartered? dunk him in honey and leave him on an anthill?) had slid to the back of her mind over taking care of Feyre. She'd done her best to soothe and talk her back up before she finally fell into an exhausted sleep, but Aven wouldn't have a sense of the extent of the damage until more time had passed. She worried though. She worried Theo had done something that couldn't be taken back tonight.

It had been an impulse decision to call Emmett. It was so late it was early, and there weren't a lot of people she'd call for a ride in the middle of the night when she could just take an Uber. He was a recent addition to the list, but she found herself craving his company right now. There was something soothing about him, as evidenced by the fact that she'd quickly dozed off against his shoulder. She'd always been that way, 100 to 0 just that fast, but falling asleep near him took trust.

She stirred when the car came to a stop but didn't lift her head. He was warm and comfortable, and she didn't really want to move. "Do you want to come in? To sleep?" And maybe other things, after sleep. Nobody had ever accused a Wolfram twin of being a tease.

[vvolfatthedoor]

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜ from Sawyer

Even with his voice tugging her back to Earth, it took a few moments for Aven to come out of her head and remember where she was. She'd yet to vanish completely into her newest novel, but it was close. All the signs were there. The dreamy looks and staring off into space, the forgetting what she was doing in the middle of it, the drifting out of conversations, her mind not wholly in this world anymore but in the one she was creating. It was a nicer place, usually.

"Hm? Sorry. Voices are loud today." She smiled, tipping the beer bottle toward her lips for a sip. "Should we order dinner, or do you feel like cooking? I grocery shopped yesterday, so there should be plenty for whatever." Aven was passable in the kitchen, although her brother was better. Theo had more culinary imagination. It wasn't her favorite solo activity, but it could be nice with company.

[rubiesintherough]

@vvolfatthedoor --- thread cont. from here bc tumblr's an ass and not letting me cut older threads

" Honestly, that's actually a lot more interesting than what actually happened... so, yeah, we're gonna go with that. Little green guys snatched me away for the night, you bet. " He laughed, settling himself into the car with a wince. Jokes aside, it did kinda hurt. Okay, maybe more than kinda. Hospital definitely wasn't a bad idea. " Gonna be honest with you, don't think you'd believe me if I told you how it really happened. "

[vvolfatthedoor]

"Green? Cliche. I think you can do better," she tsked, but not without a smile. Her own writing didn't often venture into science fiction, so she wasn't positive she could do better. She excelled at character building, slow burn romance, and not safe for work. World-building didn't come up as often. She settled in the car and turned it around, heading back toward the city. "I'm not sure there's a lot I wouldn't believe."

[vvolfatthedoor]

It took a special sort of person to do what he did, putting his life on the line day after day. Aven could never do it. She might have a solid right hook, but she was best behind a keyboard, not out there saving lives. There were fragments of Callum in some of the heroes she wrote about. Nothing most people would ever recognize as him, but… he was inspiring.

"I'm good. Making progress on the new book. It's keeping me busy." That was a slight understatement when Aven got absorbed in her writing. She could vanish for days or weeks when that happened, but it hadn't quite hit that level yet. She wouldn't be here if it had, since not a lot could pry her from her keyboard when she hit a stride. "Any time you want. My schedule is pretty wide open. Maybe Friday, if you're free?"

[scinglives]

@vvolfatthedoor "Oh yeah? You gonna let me read it before it hits the shelves? Get an exclusive copy?" He teased, he knew she was nowhere near done. But he always read her work, even if it wasn't something he would usually read, it always took the time to read it. He was proud of her and everything she did.

"Friday would be nice. Izzy can stay up a bit later, we can sit outside when she's in bed and drink a few beers. I finally got the outside fire pit to work so we can spend as much time out there as we want. Izzy is insistent most nights that we roast marshmallows. Never thought I'd need a lifetime supply of marshmallows. It's her new obsession."

[vvolfatthedoor]

"I might even sign it if you're sweet." She tossed a playful smile back at him. The romance genre wasn't everybody's thing, and she valued every friend who bothered to read her books anyway, starting back in high school to the ones who were desperately waiting for her to post her next chapter of fanfiction.

"Sounds perfect. I can bring some stuff for s'mores. Last time Theo made me go camping, we had marshmallows that change colors when you roast them, like blue to green. I'll see if I can find some." Aven was emphatically an indoor cat. Her idea of camping was a hotel near the woods and a good book, but her brother got restless staying in one place for too long.

[wickprompts]

*  ―  WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .  

* tw for mentions of blood / cannibalism / death + murder .

to the werewolf .

❝ it’s almost a full moon. ❞

❝ are you still bipedal ? as a wolf, i mean. ❞

❝ you bit me ! ❞

❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞

❝ so do you howl at the moon ? ❞

❝ take a deep breath, okay ? you need to calm down. ❞

❝ your secret is safe with me. ❞

❝ so we should avoid silver then ? ❞

❝ i just saw you turn into a giant dog. ❞

❝ awoo. ❞

❝ so is this a lone wolf situation, or do you have like … a pack ? ❞

❝ do you prefer the term pack or family ? ❞

❝ you are covered in blood. ❞

❝ you’re not gonna start marking your territory or something, are you ? ❞

❝ you were howling with laughter. ❞

❝ look how big the moon is. ❞

❝ what big teeth you have… ❞

❝ luckily, i’m a dog person. ❞

from a werewolf .

❝ i’m a werewolf. ❞

❝ you seriously think i’m a werewolf ? ❞

❝ shut up and chain yourself to a tree. ❞

❝ we’re werewolves, not swearwolves. ❞

❝ alpha is an outdated term, based off of bullshit studies. ❞

❝ telling me to calm down is just gonna make it worse. ❞

❝ it’s the fullmoon, i don’t wanna ruin my good clothes. ❞

❝ look, i’m not gonna hurt you ! ❞

❝ get out of here, or i’m going to hurt you. ❞

❝ you think people are gonna believe you saw me turn into a giant dog ? ❞

❝ sorry i bit you. ❞

❝ so, you’re a werewolf now. ❞

❝ welcome to the pack ! ❞

❝ if it makes you feel better it’s not my blood. ❞

❝ i prefer the term werewolf/lycanthrope. ❞

❝ i told you, you need to leave. ❞

❝ are you … trying to walk me ? ❞

actions .

[ AWOO. ]   the sender howls at the moon.

[ TEETH. ]   the sender bites the receiver during a full moon .

[ CHANGE. ]   the receiver walks in on the sender during their transformation.

[ CALM. ]   the sender reaches out to calm the receiver. 

[ DARK. ]   the receiver finds the sender out on a full moon. 

[ FOUND. ]   the sender found the receiver somewhere after a full moon, and decides to take care of them

[ GROWL. ]   the sender growls at the receiver as a warning. 

[ PREPARE. ]   the sender helps the receiver prepare for the full moon. 

[ SILVER. ]   the sender accidently/purposefully gives the receiver something silver to see how they react. 

[ TRAP. ]   the receiver is caught in a trap by the sender. 

[scinglives]

Don’t get her wrong. Aven could make a scene with the best of them when she wanted, but she preferred to reserve that for very special, very necessary circumstances. Callum getting hurt at work was just a Thursday. She cared, of course, and she worried for him, but that was what he did. Changing it would mean changing him, and she wasn’t that person.

She twisted the cap off her own beer and sipped it, leaning against the opposite counter. “You’re doing great, Callum. She’s a good kid,” she assured him softly. She doubted any parent knew what they were doing, but he was there, and he cared, and that was more than she’d gotten from her father. “That’s adorable. Good to know you’re getting proper medical attention.”

Callum knew that being a single parent and his line of work wasn't great, his daughter had already lost one parent and he didn't want to add another on to the list. He grew up an orphan, he knew the pain. He was trying to look in to other options, and after today it made him realise he needed to do it sooner rather than later. He didn't want Izzy growing up and wondering if her dad was going to make it home.

"Oh yes, Nurse Izzy has treated me well." He said with a warm smile as he took another swig of his beer, closing his eyes for a moment. "But enough about me and my shit show of a life. What about you? Izzy keeps asking when you're coming round for pizza and game night."

[vvolfatthedoor]

It took a special sort of person to do what he did, putting his life on the line day after day. Aven could never do it. She might have a solid right hook, but she was best behind a keyboard, not out there saving lives. There were fragments of Callum in some of the heroes she wrote about. Nothing most people would ever recognize as him, but… he was inspiring.

"I'm good. Making progress on the new book. It's keeping me busy." That was a slight understatement when Aven got absorbed in her writing. She could vanish for days or weeks when that happened, but it hadn't quite hit that level yet. She wouldn't be here if it had, since not a lot could pry her from her keyboard when she hit a stride. "Any time you want. My schedule is pretty wide open. Maybe Friday, if you're free?"

[vvolfatthedoor]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 | Aven + Viv

@pctentialbreakupsong

"If I could guarantee that casual sex wouldn't ruin our friendship? Smash. Absolutely. Viv is so much my type, you have no idea."