𝒹𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒

paranoia is haunting you. all these dirty looks, they are right on cue. you're full up to the brim with that he said, she said trash. ten bucks says you don't have it in you to conquer fear and quit believing what they tell you to. you are careening shamelessly into oblivion .

[wiinmorrison]

peytonainsworth​:

“I could never get so lucky. Once they lower the casket half way into the ground, I’ll be on my way to the airport to get back to JFK as sooner than you can say Bon Voyage.” Peyton joked, though she wasn’t exactly serious. It was easier to speak on her urge to get back to city life rather than bask in the lifestyle of Peach Hollow that she’d officially out grown and felt too good for. A year and a half ago, she was falling in love with the hometown mechanic and the way in which the crickets and toads sang a nighttime chorus. But now she was in love with the city that called her away from this town that had nothing left for her but disapproving looks and the demons on her past.  Her eyes watched at Winnie brought the delicious treat to life, making her lick her redden stained lips. “I think I deserve this after getting the coldest of shoulders from Grease Stain this morning. I hope this cupcake goes straight to my ass so I have another reason to stunt on his gasoline-smelling, coolant sipping ass.” Peyton sighed softly as she peeled back the paper on the edible, sinking her teeth into the moist cake before chewing.  She pushed back her ginger curls as she continued talking, not paying any mind to the calories or even the fact she was housing an entire edible. “Let me get this straight. You want me to come back here and start throwing extravagant parties? F. Scott Fitzgerald is not writing this narrative, Win. I will not Gatsby that greasy monkey wrench back into my life. Beside, Leo aside, why am I going to throwing amazing parties for people who are already below me? I don’t need to gain their respect or praise, I don’t want to hang out with anyone here anyways. Just waiting for Nan to..” Peyton motioned her long acrylic nail across her throat as she craned her neck to the side, sticking her tongue out playfully. “The cupcake is good. We should have a two person party. With about a dozen of these.. and go to the moon.”

it was hard for winnie to grow attached to people. in the end, they normally left her. she was a lot to handle with her career and her personality. peyton, however, shared her outwardly cold demeanor which meant they were on the same wavelength. peyton had become one of her only friends, and though she was thrilled to have her back, winnie knew better than to think she'd stay. as the redhead spoke of leo, winnie couldn't help but smirk. "you saw him, huh?" she questioned, piping another cupcake only for her to devour it in a few short moments. "i take it that didn't go as expected. he's gotten cold in his old age. i took my car in for an oil change and tried to make small talk," she chuckled. "i think my association with you might have made an impression on him," she wiggled her brows, finally placing the piping tube on the counter. "wait, wait --" she shuffled to the back of the bakery, pulling a bottle of champagne out. "we're past the 'you have cooties' stage, right? because i don't have any glasses," she didn't have a cork screw there either, it seemed. she grabbed a butcher knife and stabbed the top of the cork, twisting it until it popped. the bottle was to her lips in mere seconds. after a few healthy gulps, winnie shoved the bottle in peyton's direction, then bit into her own cupcake, nodding in approval. "i am damn good at my job, aren't i?" she finished up the confection without any hesitation. "i have a dozen in the back but if you want to go to the moon, i have molly back here too."

[wiinmorrison]

if winnie could wear a bodycon dress and high heels to the gym, she absolutely would. there was something about everyone in the building looking at her, even in her boxing garb. however, there was one person’s eyes who she particularly enjoyed landing on her. lucas. how did she describe what they had going on? was it anything at all, or just harmless flirting? she knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling the sexual tension, and in any other setting, the brunette would give in and let him have it like she did with everyone else. this time, though, winnie planned to make him work for it. she had ascertained that lucas had a similar idea. she’d managed to weasel her way into the gym through the back door, sporting her bakery gear. once changed into a maroon sports bra and some black yoga shorts -- she wasn’t sure if that’s what they were called or not, but she went with it -- the girl fluffed her hair a bit while looking in the mirror before turning on her heels and heading towards the boxing ring. with lucas in plain sight, winnie leaned against the ring, smirking up at the boy. “got a little time for me today?” @lxckylxcas​

[wiinmorrison]

"i find it very hard to believe that nana hasn’t kicked the bucket yet,” winnie quipped, though the slight smile on her features presented it as a joke. “are you sure you just didn’t want to come back?” the brunette wiggled her brows up and down. she was piping some frosting onto a canna-cupcake, as she liked to call it. it was well after hours, the door to the bakery locked and the sign on the door reading ‘closed’. having peyton here permanently was actually a sigh of relief for winnie. if there was one person on earth who she knew would back her up, it was peyton. their summers together and her time in peach hollow two years ago proved that. “listen,” winnie began, a sigh slipping past her lips. once the crosting was perfectly piped, she gently pressed a few red rose candies into the frosting. “i know you’re going to come at me with some bull shit about all the carbs in this, but let’s be honest here. the only way either of us are going to make it through all this fuckery is blitzed out of our brains. we can go on a juice cleanse or something after -- but this is potent,” she set the cupcake down in front of the other woman, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips. “i know you don’t want to be here, but since i’ve opened mom’s bakery up? the parties are insane. we can team up. you can plan the event and i can cater. people will order certain baked goods knowing certain things are inside of them. sounds pretty lucrative if you ask me,” she smirked, before running her tongue along another cupcake with the same potency. @peytonainsworth​

[wiinmorrison]

{ maia mitchell ☁. twenty five ☁ she/her } among the whispers around peach hollow, have you heard of winona ‘winnie’ morrison? no? well, let’s catch you up to speed. rumor has it, she’s been seen strolling around tangerine towers & has lived in peach hollow her entire life. it’s good to have her around because i hear she owns get baked for a living. the grapevine hasn’t turned out much about them, but that doesn’t mean they’re not hiding something. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching.

HI IM KIM IM AN ADMIN IM 26 SHE/HER THIS IS WINNIE BYE

TRIGGER WARNINGS: PARENTAL DEATH, DRUG USE/DEALING, MENTIONS OF ANXIETY

meet this tough shell to crack !! don’t call her winona, she’ll gut you. it’s winnie, win, or nothing at all.

she’s 25 and grew up in the hollow with her mom, dad, and little brother. her childhood was decent, aside from her parents struggling to keep them afloat financially. money had always been a problem. the lights got cut off, sometimes the water was off – really it just depended on how many auto insurance packages her dad sold that week.

he also dealt drugs on the side, something that she and her brother were kept in the dark about. people were in and out of their house a lot, and they saw many different walks of life trudging through their two bedroom apartment. nobody ever harmed them and they actually looked forward to the visitations from certain clients – without ever knowing about the deadly chemicals her father was supplying them with.

throughout her childhood, she constantly found herself drawing – normally on herself. she carried around a bunch of gel pens and honed her craft on her arms, her legs, her hands, any body part that she could get to in the middle of class. no matter what her parents did, winnie always got her hand on some sort of pen and drew away. this lead to her interest in tattoos – and not necessarily doing them for other people, but just coming up with ideas upon ideas to cover her body in.

she also sketched in a notebook, but that wasn’t as fun and didn’t really make her happy. winnie was kind of a loner throughout school, coming out with a couple close friends at graduation, but she never cared. she had her family and her art.

while her dad was dealing (drugs and insurance), winnie’s mom opened up a little bakery. it was all made out of her apartment and sold out of a little truck they rented, and the neighborhood loved her treats. winnie helped her all the time, and it was one of the things that made them forget about their living situation.

one day when they were at the truck, her dad was involved in an altercation with a competing group of dealers that resulted in his death. having been a daddy’s girl, winnie took this particularly hard, as did her mother. everything came to a screeching halt.

after the funeral and a few weeks had passed, winnie, her brother and mother sat down to try to figure out a plan on what they were going to do. after a long chat, they decided that her mother needed to open an actual bakery and that’s where they could get their income.

her mother was depressed, though, and after a few years of going through the motions, she told her family that she wanted to quit. winnie told her she would take it over, and in doing so, she’s made a ton of money, but not without a cost…

she sells most drugs that she can get her hand on – never anything crazy like meth or heroin, but weed, cocaine, hallucinogens, just about anything else a person could need or want. the bakery itself isn’t doing great, but the drug dealing coming out of it is keeping them more than afloat. in fact, winnie is living on her own in an apartment at oasis and has helped her mother buy and move in to a house on blueberry boulevard. she loves that she’s able to do this for her mother, but holds a lot of shame in the fact that she’s lying about how the actual baked goods are selling, and not the cupcakes with a dime bag in them.

after her father’s death, winnie became even more reserved than she was in school. she didn’t trust a soul. she took up boxing and self defense, never wanting to be in a position like her dad had been, which was more likely now that she was doing his old job.

she is tense. there’s no doubt about it. she hides pretty much any feeling that will lead to a deeper conversation about herself, but not so much other people. she loves to listen to their stories and help others through things. she’s very nurturing in that way, and intuitive in the way that she can often read people well.

she drinks. a lot. she’s borderline alcoholic. parties are where she really lets loose, and doesn’t necessarily get messy but definitely is able to communicate and laugh more. she’s the life of the party, literally, but sober winnie sits in the corner. she relies on alcohol for comfort a bit.

this whole peacher situation has definitely given her a lot of anxiety. her livelihood is on the line every day due to this monster.

tl;dr: winnie broadcasts bad bitch energy while actually having smol bean energy on the inside. tough to crack, gooey on the inside. has a bakery that she sells drugs out of, boxes a lot, and has a ton of tattoos, always drawing more. likes hooking up with like anybody???

as for connections, i have a few ideas!!

employees: so i figure there will be a couple people who work at the bakery, maybe even just part time, and they can either actually work thinking its a bakery or work in the back with all the material. this can kind of build friendships too!! since she’s super loyal

ride or die: i’m thinking she will have like two of these?? maybe one is female bc i love a f/f ride or die.

party friends: these are friends that maybe she doesn’t talk to much outside of a party… like they link up, get drunk, maybe fuck, maybe just get real messy… and then only text each other to send memes or go out

positive influence: so i would really like her to have someone who just kind of makes her feel whimsical instead of tense. maybe they’re aware of her past or her current occupation and just strive to make everything light and fun, maybe even flirty if you wanna go that way!!

hook ups: she’s not shy, she’ll fuck anyone. sign up i guess

the big one: an ex that she spent a lot of time dating and then kind of shut out when she felt like things were going south. lots of angst.

anything u can think of come to me

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