𓂅 AND I HOPE I NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN⦂ INTRODUCING ANDIE ST. AUBIN.
born on august fourteenth, 1985, aged forty. cis woman, she / her pronouns. owner of the holiday shoppe. merrock born, bred and returned as of august 2025 — residing in the rural countryside. single, queer. portrayed by sophia bush.
🔏 𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡 : belonging to yourself first, the plans that don't work out and the spontaneity that does, magic you make with your own two hands, rebirth, a lifetime of running until you decide to rest, starting over somewhere that remembers a version of you no longer in existence, the life you build when you abandon expectation, giving up everything in exchange for yourself, control, unraveling the notion of perfection, it never being too late to start again; curiosity, momentum, and strange moments of joy.
🛤️ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗥 : the farmer's market on sundays, in the back room with glitter under her fingernails, swinging through cobblestone café on her way to and from work, collecting makeup that she doesn't wear, taco tuesdays at paco's, piecing together new outfits from treasure chest's latest inventory, late nights at the cul-de-sac diner, seafood dinners with old & new friends alike at sandcastles, burgers & beer at mack's, cycling classes and walks in nature, in her kitchen with a glass of wine and music playing through the bluetooth feature on her vinyl player, walking her border collie, heath, down by the beach.
🪐 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗣 : leo sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising, enneagram type 8w7 — "the maverick", enfj — "the protagonist."
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Okay but..can you actually believe I never noticed that!? I mean, I was a running mess all year long since..literally forever so... Yeah, no, I'm not the most reliable person to talk about burnout but, no, I'm with you. Sign me up, I'll be your lab rat. And I'll even share the snacks.
Y'know, I definitely can. Unless you stop to ponder it, it just kinda... floats you by. That, or if you're me and quite literally capitalizing on the holiday cheer. Eh, reliability, shmiability. If anything, I'm just looking to commiserate with snacks. Welcome to the study. We meet on Tuesdays at four. This week, I'm making peppermint bark brownies.
"I've never really thought about it but you make a really fair point. I love the holiday season and all the joy that it brings me and my family every year, but I'm always so exhausted afterwards that I feel like I just really need to hibernate for the rest of Winter until Spring rolls around and I'm outside in the yard. Now I know why. It's because we don't slow down from the time October starts until after New Years. I think coffee is key to be honest. And as many pumpkin themed pastries you can squeeze in the entire month of October."
Twist my arm, and we'll hold a solid hibernation weekend. Me, you, Sadie, Bradley — I'll get us all matching pajamas and we can make a big ol' pillow and blanket fort that we do not leave for forty-eight hours minimum to bounce back from the holiday hangover. It feels like time is shorter? Even with the time change, an hour just doesn't really feel much like an hour during the sunset months of the year. That, and the time change totally throws me. What do you mean it's midnight level dark at five pm? This is why hibernation yearns for my participation. Any seasonal coffee drinks really scratching the itch this year? I feel like I'm the teensiest bit out of the loop with what flavors are a hit right now and the best way to get in the spirit is with an up-to-date holiday flavor profile.
"Guess who got out of work at 2 pm and decided to come straight to Happy Hour? I've been stuck in the OR all night, but I'm finally free and ready to grab myself a giant plate of nachos and several pints of Sam Adams!" Matilda exclaimed as she removed her peacoat and slipped into the booth. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and her old Harvard sweater, which was the spare set of clothes that she kept in her office if she ever needed to change. Her hair was partially wet and partially dry, as she had just showered at the hospital after coming off a night shift, and did not have access to a hair dryer. Not that she minded it. She thought her hair looked just fine. "There's nothing like getting out of work in the middle of the afternoon and getting sloshed. Have you ordered yet?"
"Hm," Andie feigned her curiosity, the light tap of her index finger to her chin unable to fully sell her musing when in the same leagues as the grin sprawling over her lips. "I'm going to go out on a real far branch and say you? Maybe? Possibly?" Her sights followed Matlida down into the booth, Andie already having taken up the side facing out towards the bar with the slightest view of Mack's entrance to keep an eye out for her evening's company. The perk to being the owner of a business and therefore, her own boss, meant that she arranged her own schedule however she pleased, and a morning of payroll and stock orders meant Andie was treating herself to the rest of the day off. Her staff had things covered at the store, and with the onslaught of Christmas decor filling her every waking thought, she figured she'd earned at least a beer. And possibly a burger. And whatever other food sounded appealing in the moment. "Waitress just walked off," Andie replied, nudging one of the menus across the table top in Matilda's direction. "Would've gotten you a water but, seeing as how that doesn't necessarily fit the bill for getting daydrunk at Happy Hour..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. "That, and I didn't wanna be too presumptuous." One of her elbows planted onto the table, Andie leaning her chin onto her balled up fist. "So, OR all-nighter, huh? What was it this time?"
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I'm not a scientist, but there's variables or things you need to consider like, how the data is going to be different between people whose lives are ingrained with all the holiday-ness of the holidays, and those who just deal with the holidays themselves. Work is maybe a little busier for me at Page Turners, but people also aren't exactly causing Black Friday mayhem or anything. And for the family part of it - you deal with what you've got to deal with and make sure to take breaks from people or situations if you need to.
You may not be a scientist, but your brain's got far more wiring that lends itself to thinking like one than mine does. Really, the underlying theme of it all is just me seeking out the reassurance that the holidays aren't going to be some kind of glitter-infused self-implosion with all the change going on at the busiest time of year. No big blow out deals this year for Page Turners? Not that you'd have to compete with the big name brands since you'll have my money regardless, but something about the words 'Black Friday' stapled to a deal and a steal really sends the consumers over the edge. Or, at least, it used to. Feels like these days it's all mellowed out to what it used to be. Is there anything in particular you're excited for with the holidays as they approach?
It is! But I love it, especially this time around. Neither have I, really. So this must be really fun for you! I’m assuming here, that a seasonal shop would still have plenty to offer. I am hoping so but at the same time, that is entirely the goal here too. Big things—I’ve got my boyfriend to help me out this time around and we actually had a lot of fun with it. We had a lot of decorations. Not quite subtle but nothing too much over the top. Pumpkins, a bit of spookiness, all of it. So I would say it was just right. Elena gave me the idea of incorporating sea glass in Christmas decorations this year, so I think I want to give that a try. @staubins
It's been beyond fun — and even that feels like an understatement, honestly. Sure, I'm up to my eyeballs in things like payroll and wholesale orders, but I think I'm keeping my head above the water. It helps that I'm surrounded by my most favorite scent profile day in and day out and that there's no need to try vacuuming up the glitter, because it's permanently embedded into the floors. There's something truly liberating about that. That sounds like so much fun! Is this your first holiday together? You really can't beat the classic nature of the pumpkin and all its versatility. Paint, carve, plastic, real: no wrong answers. For the Christmas tree, totally different. There are in fact right and wrong responses to how you do that. Sea glass? I've honestly never even thought about that but Elena — and you — might be onto something. What was her suggestion for how to do it up?
Honestly I wouldn't know, but then again the craziest time of year for me is like August through October. Something about the holidays that causes people to decide to sleep together. Then I wind up delivering babies during the latter part of the year. But sure, good snacks and good company are always welcomed in my book. How can I help?
The holidays are a pretty frisky time — maybe it's the liquor? Or maybe it's a survival instinct, colder weather meaning you've gotta share your bed with someone, and if things happen then it was merely a life saving measure in the name of heat generation. Do the calls ever interfere with your holiday plans? I mean, babies are born every day. Someone's gotta deliver 'em. Can't exactly tell the moms to put labor on hold. Honestly, just reassurance that I'm not going to burn out and become Scrooge after this year's Christmas rush while simultaneously running a business solely revolving around the holidays would be nice. I don't wanna be Scrooge. I like being all... whimsical.
With Halloween in the bag, Cage found himself back to work. There was a nursery to put together at home, holiday orders to finish at the shop, he had work to do on the fences and barn to make sure the animals were secure for the weekend... and somehow, as a carpenter and construction worker, he was low on nails and could not find a phillips screwdriver to save his life. Embarrassing, truly. Pushing open the door to Rocky Ridge, he let out a huff of a cold breath and buried his hands in his pockets as he nodded greeting to the clerk, offering her a quick smile before heading to the aisle that he needed. In and out, and no one would razz him, of all people, about not having the tools he needed. "Crafstman'll work," he murmured to himself, moving his eyes over the sets that they had, catching movement out of the corner of his eye as someone else entered the aisle.
A new home meant a new set of troubles swept underneath her wing — Andie's new countryside abode was everything she could've dreamed of, which meant that it was unlike any home she'd ever lived in. No modern state of the art appliances, no cohesive furniture, not even that nice of floorboards. It felt very much like a fixer upper, something her realtor had made the futile point of disclosing, but the charm in it had been undeniable. Andie wanted a project, something to keep her tethered. So a new splash of paint was called for, and with it, a few of the basics she'd need in her minor cosmetic pursuits while working up the gumption to start something bigger. She'd idly drifted through Rocky Ridge Hardware, combing the aisles with a list on her phone of 'must haves' and 'can waits,' a screwdriver sitting somewhere near the top of the former. Andie turned down the aisle, stopping dead in her tracks at the silhouette framing the aisle right where she, naturally, was headed. She sauntered over carefully, and the closer she got, the heightening of the silhouette's familiarity. It wasn't until she caught the profile that it all clicked with her, registering about the same time their eyes caught. Caught indeed. One of Andie's hand lifted in an awkward half wave, an uneasy smile pricking the corners of her mouth. "Howdy, neighbor," she found herself saying, every syllable more regrettable than the last.
The elevator gave a soft 'ding' before jolting to a stop, the kind of lurch that sends stomachs dropping and hearts racing almost instantly. Eliana had come to the building that had different places located inside, she herself had only needed to go to the third floor for a quick meeting, a vendor she was working with -- yes, even on the weekend some things didn't stop. Now she found herself inside an elevator that was no longer moving. Stepping forwards she pressed the “door open” button, then “close.” Then “help.” Nothing. No noise came from it as she ran her hand over her face, before through her dark tresses.
“Well,” Eliana sighed, turning toward the only other person that had been in the elevator at the time the damn thing decided to give up working. “Guess it’s just you, me, and… the world’s worst playlist.” Fingers gesturing up to the speakers where faint instrumental pop filled the silence, because of course that would still be working. “You be someone who carries snacks in case of emergencies?” A soft laugh leaving her lips, attempting to make light of the fact that they currently were stuck inside somewhere between the second and third floor. "Also just so we're on the same page -- on a scale from one to ‘full-on panic attack,’ how claustrophobic am I about to watch you get?” Eliana herself would probably rate herself a strong five, she wasn't full on panicking -- yet.
The day after Halloween in years past would've been spent nursing a hangover, combing the aisles of a grocery store for the bags of leftover candy now at a markdown price — today, though, she was fully in business mode, a quick pit stop to one of the accounting offices to pore over more paperwork regarding her newest home and business acquisitions. So much new in her life, so much that belonged to her in a place she hadn't belonged to in years. And now, it fully had its grip on her, the tight-neck squeeze of the elevator's confines holding her hostage. Grinding her day to a stop.
Of course.
Andie stood back, observing the other woman keeping her company start to press all the buttons on the unresponsive panel. Her lips pressed into a thin smile, thin enough to try and keep a cheerful disposition given the blatant inconvenience. "Oh, I don't know about the worst," she replied with a polite laugh, starting to fish for her phone in the pocket of her sweater to see what sort of cell service she had. "This isn't as torturous as something like Baby Shark on a loop. I'd lose my goddamn marbles if that was the case." Producing her phone, she took a quick scan at her service — zero bars, naturally. "I'm probably about a three," Andie admitted with a shrug. "Why, are you sitting higher on the scale?"
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the theme for andie's halloween this year is comfort — with purchasing & taking over the holiday shoppe, the majority of her energy has gone into making sure other people's halloweens are nothing short of top tier. this means she hasn't had a whole lot of time to hunt down or craft up an elaborate costume, so she's mostly going with either things she's got around the house or could easily buy on amazon, lmao. andie's attending the vibrations halloween party as holly golightly's iconic around-the-brownstone look from breakfast at tiffany's. for halloween day, catch andie down at the holiday shoppe out front with apple cider & little debbie cakes, handing them out to anyone who comes by. bonus points for those in costume or if you come in for an early start on those halloween decor discounts! once she's done for the night, she's changing into her rachel green football costume for trick-or-treating, in case anyone comes by on the prowl for candy. again, she'll also have the crockpot on deck, keeping her hot cocoa going in case anyone gets chilly. hit her up if you need a ride home! she hopes you have a safe & happy halloween ◡̈
OO1. One of the few necklaces that Andie wears daily is a thin chain with a Cartier Love ring threaded through it; her ex fiancée bought her the ring for Christmas one year. Despite swearing that relationship is over (and that at some point she'll mail the ring back), she still wears it every single day — whether it's a reminder of everything she gave up in order to choose herself first, or she's just too much of a sentimentalist, she'll never truly say.
OO2. If you were to ever rummage around in Andie's purse, you've got a high likelihood of pulling out one of the following: loose sticks of Big Red gum, pop-tabs from an Alani can she didn't want to litter, a random Crayola Clicks pen, a receipt from Cobblestone Café, a tube of The Outset's Lip Oasis in the shade 'Dune', L'Occitane's hand cream, her Hobonichi Weeks planner that she's known to both grocery list and emotional breakdown in, or a stray claw clip.
OO3. She rescued her black and white Border Collie, Heath, about three weeks into being back in town when she saw a picture of him on the shelter's Instagram in need of a foster home. She had every intention of fostering him... and that went about as well as expected. Her application to adopt him was submitted three days after taking home, and the first order of business was changing his name from Milo to that of one of her favorite actors.
OO4. Andie only just moved into her countryside home at the end of September, after being back in Merrock for a month. She did her time in a rental brownstone downtown prior; her rural home was the only one she looked at, a happy accident of sorts that she'd even found herself at the open house and putting in an offer. Her highlights of the home include the pre-established flower bed and gardens, porch space that looks over the dirt road, and a window seat in her kitchen.
OO5. She's never been the best in the kitchen; she's got a few staple dishes she's perfected but she's now on the quest to expand her repertoire. She wants to eventually curate enough recipes that she's decent at that she can make into her own holiday-themed cookbook for the shop. Also, she really wants to get into making homemade wine, considering she enjoyed her brief stint as a bartender, but she's got a ways to go.
OO6. If you're ever planning to leave Andie a voicemail, let that dream die. Her voicemail has been full for almost two years now, and because she's got a weird attachment to them and the little memories they remind her of, she won't delete any of them. That said, she's the type to text you back in a heartbeat... once she reads it.
OO7. Her Jeep's name is Emilia. She's got a campfire marshmallow fragrance bottle hanging off the rearview mirror (think clove, vanilla, rosewood, and amber) and the audio system's volume must sit on an even number between 8-16. Odd numbers itch.
OO8. There's a scar on Andie's right calf from where she was twenty-four, newly single in Portland, and found herself out drinking one night at a honky tonk bar. Somehow she ended up dancing on the bar with her friends (strangers) and nearly stumbled off at one point, resulting in a thin, jagged cut. She's convinced the only reason she's got a scar is because she was too out of it to get down to an emergency room and have someone stitch it up, but if anything, it's a good story.
OO9. Her top Spotify artist predictions for 2025 are Noah Kahan, Kelsea Ballerini, Kacey Musgraves, SZA, and Kesha.
O1O. Skincare and beauty are a niche interest of hers that isn't entirely evident, considering she very rarely wears makeup beyond SPF tinted moisturizer, lip balm and mascara on a day-to-day basis. She's got a ten step skincare routine she goes through every night and she quite enjoys collecting makeup, even if it's not in her particular color profile. Most of it's stored under the extra sink in her master bathroom; she'll gladly help you find what colors make your eyes pop or what your perfect nude lipstick shade is if you ask.
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