Millie Bobby Brown Aesthetic Novels & Stories

We had been having tea in the greenhouse which was in the garden. “Prettier than me,” I said. My mother called Millie ugly. She said Millie’s hair was disgusting looking with a very odd color. Millie had bright red hair like her mother’s and freckles all over her body. She was very beautiful. Even as a child, I could see that. She looked like her mother. Red hair, fair skin and petite built.

She could also see the other black dress but it was pitifully thin, she could see the insides of the person lying on the bed. The other person ignored it, unafraid of Mia's cold voice, she pulled the dress on her body back to its original position: "Why not exactly? Hey, I'm fashionable and elegant dressed like this, don't forget I'm known as a trendsetter by the press. Who dresses like you. Huh.” Mia frowned, she pulled the blanket because she wanted to sleep again: "Mila Brown, you can get out of the house now."

My hair, once a dull, lackluster brown, now cascades down my back like a rich, velvety waterfall. The ombré effect graduates from deep auburn at the roots to subtle hints of brown at the ends, framing my face with warmth and depth. Bobby pins secure stray strands, keeping my face clear and accentuating my features. I slip on my dress, and it shimmers like the night sky, a dazzling blue that seems to shift and change with every movement. The fabric hugs my curves, accentuating my waist and highlighting the gentle swell of my hips. When the light catches it just so, the shimmers explode into rays of colors, mirroring the sparkle in my eyes.

A woman like that would never look at me more than once. Speaking of eyes, she had beautiful eyes. I admired those who had brown eyes a lot. It was my favorite tone; it reminded me of an autumn afternoon, with leaves falling to the ground. And the kind of brown in that woman's eyes was unique. A burnt tone, but slightly pulled to the gold. It was almost Jessy, almost yellowish, but it was still brown. It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows.

We walked into the shop side by side and took a seat by the window. Molly’s hair was up in a loose, messy bun, and a few tendrils of hair were framing her face beautifully. She had on a touch of extremely light makeup on, and the top she had on matched with her sneakers perfectly. It was a lilac color– her second favorite color, because the color blue would always come first. The shorts she had on were white, which matched with her bag. I couldn’t take my eyes off her even if I wanted to, because she looked so damn gorgeous.

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

__________________________ “Yes, yes, please faster” I rolled my eyes at the moans coming from the other room as I added yet another coat of lipstick to my already red lips. A sigh escaped me as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes were replaced with green lenses and my brunette hair tucked into the wig cap as red hair now adorned my shoulders. My feet hurt from dancing a few hours before but the night had only begun. “Ariel hurry the fuck up, you're up” Bobby said, peeking into the room. His eyes landed on mine briefly before moving on to linger on my breasts which were being held by a bra two sizes small.

“Oh, Millie, honey. You look so beautiful!” Thea sighed, even needing to pull out another tissue nearby “It always makes me so happy to see you looking stunning like this. Especially knowing you’re about to have the displeasure of enduring the Carnbys for an entire night…” “Thanks, Thea.” Millicent smiled, running her eyes one last time at the sight of herself in that dark green dress in the reflection of the mirror “You and Mom always manage to make me look so much better than I actually do.”

Comfort. Her hair is cut in a long bob that brushes her shoulders when she moves, dark brown catching the faint light from the café window. The ends curve inward, not perfectly, which means she probably didn’t spend an hour fussing in front of a mirror. Her face is bare of makeup, except for a thin shine on her lips. Maybe lip balm? But that's it. Her eyes are dark brown too, but when she tilts her head toward the shelves, the light hits and softens them, making them look a shade lighter. Warm. More open than she probably means them to be.