Soft Aesthetic Pfp Novels & Stories

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

His dimpled smile had always caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I eagerly clicked on the post. The photo that greeted me was pure perfection. Tyler stood in the middle of the school's soccer field, surrounded by a group of friends. The vibrant green of the grass complemented their radiant smiles, instantly making me wish I had been a part of that joyful moment. I'm in awe of his face. Why is he so appealing? Tyler has deep gray eyes, thick, flawlessly groomed eyebrows, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. He also has gorgeous dirty blonde hair. Tyler had a way of making every picture seem effortless, his charisma shining through without any noticeable

Just symbols and vague offers. I keep scrolling. The next profile is different. The photo isn’t flashy, it’s a mirror selfie taken in what looks like a gym locker room. The man is shirtless, sweat-slicked, and well-muscled, but not in an obnoxious way. His expression is relaxed. Not smiling, but not severe either. There’s a confidence in it that feels real, not performed. His age is listed as thirty-two. His bio is short and to the point: Looking for a casual submissive to wine, dine, and worship for one night. I prefer softness with a little attitude. Show up as you are. I’ll take care of the rest.

“Oh?” “Yeah. Since social media is not real anyway, you'll have to adopt a certain persona. Do you want to be cute and nerdy or hot and sexy? If you choose cutely, you'll have to respond to hate comments kindly and with Grace, but if you choose the other one, you'd have to be like savage and stuff.” I nodded intensely, then said, “I can do both.” Tentin smiled, “Right.” We ordered some takeouts and decided it was time to go back to the hospital.

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His jaw line was strong, with lips pursed in a perpetual smirk, and a disinterested stare in a way that seemed to make him drunk on the moment, one hand resting in the pocket of a designer suit with the button up to showcase a flash of chiseled skin. “You have to be the new Fledgling help,” he stated dully, to match his staring eyes. Sofia straightened up from leaning over the table and found herself glad she hadn't gotten so worked up over cleaning it when she saw she was flushing and a sheen of sweat was starting to form on her brow. Some blue hairs were sticking out of her high ponytail, and she smoothed them down after sticking the dirty cloth into her apron pocket. She had used an old p

BRIELLE POV Three days have passed since I went to the interview. I layed on my bed watching Gossip Girl on my laptop and scrolling through social media on my Ipad. I had just finished editing a content video for tiktok and I*******m, I had a lifestyle, aesthetic account. I didn't show my face, I posted little vlogs and aesthetic videos of my lifestyle and so far I have gathered quite a lot of fan base. And I was given a name by my viewers, Soft girl aesthetic which I made as my bio on all my socials.

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“What do you mean you don’t take pictures together? You’ve been dating for four months.” “She’s a private person honestly. She doesn’t like photos, Kira please don’t stress it.” “Okay, what about her social media? Let me see her I*******m.” Marcus typed something into his phone and handed it to Kira. She scrolled through the profile. Sophia Mitchell. The bio said Travel enthusiast. Dog lover. Living life. But there were no pictures of her. Just scenic backgrounds. Sunsets, coffee cups, city skylines, food. Not a single human face.