#minnie🖤

[writingforstraykids]

YOU BETTER COME LOOK AT MY SQUIRREL SO HELP ME GOD I WILL RIOTT

I AM HERE OKAY I DIDN'T HAVE MY PHONE WITH ME😂😂😭

[endlich-allein]

Till + Minni + Ollie + Flake

[laurenjaureguis]

this is my attitude. yeah, i'll be the tomboy. @eunbisuns

[dti-baddie]

Cute Disneyland Look ❤️🖤

(Idk whether it's giving Mickey Mouse or Minnie Mouse but whatever)

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏*

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Comfort? (tiny tiny angst)

Warnings: Basic mentions of panic attack, Reader has some trauma but it’s not really in detail. Reader has a mean brain lol. Idk what else to really put? Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.

A/N: this was the black heart one yall voted for! Hope you enjoy I really don’t know what to put for warnings so I’m sorry if I missed anything big. Please let me know!

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Work felt like it drug on today. It felt like you’d never leave. Every dumb customer that came in or everything dropped just added to it. When you finally left and got home you just plopped into bed. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Body feeling heavy from the day. You were woken up about 4 hours later from a strewn of texts and calls from your boyfriend.

“Babe are you on your way?”

“I got us a table already”

*2 Missed calls*

“Pup?”

“Hello? Are you asleep?”

*3 Missed calls*

“I’ve been here for like an hour, I guess you’re not coming”

Your heart stopped panic setting in, you scrambled jumping out of bed. You completely forgot that Seungmin and you had a date today. You frantically called him hoping, your stomach doing back flips as it rang. He didn’t answer. He didn’t answer.. This was it you thought. You felt tears pricking at your eyes, it felt like you were gonna puke. All your past experiences with exs had your head reeling. He was gonna dump you, scream at you for it and then just dump you.

You started to bawl, endless wave of tears pouring from you. You were sobbing uncontrollably hands shaking as you prepared for the worst. Maybe he’d just ghost you and save the hurtful words. “I’m so fucking stupid, this is it. It’s over I fucked up. He hates me.. fuck he hates me” you sobbed harder. Your chest was becoming more tight gripping on your pillow as you cried. You felt like the world was just crumbling down. It shouldn’t be a big deal but past traumas and how the day was just.. couldn’t stop your brain from bullying you into thinking the worst.

In your panic you didn’t realize you had accidentally called him again. Your phone somewhere on the floor at this point. This time he had picked up, he could hear everything. Was he a little upset? Yeah of course. However he knew you were probably just tired and of course would never do it on purpose. He was already on the way to your place with dinner from the restaurant.

He was gonna hang up, wanting to get there to console you in person. But he heard your words. He knew how things had gone down with your ex and he knew what was probably going through that little brain of yours. He didn’t knock when he got there opening up your door before putting everything on the counter. He made his way to your room and when he slowly opened the door he saw you. Curled up in a bawl sniffling as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Pup” he said softly making his way towards you. You didn’t answer though, you couldn’t hear much of anything right now honestly. Everything just felt like you were floating, like you weren’t actually there. “Hey” he said gently, as he rubbed you back. You jumped turning quickly to see him.

“Min- I- I’m so sorry- I’m so so sorry” you mumbled out. You couldn’t stop the flood of tears that came pouring out once again. You just felt awful, your head still spinning with the worst possible thoughts.

“Ssh ssh it’s ok, everything’s ok.” He said pulling you into his arms. He rubbed your back letting you cry as you needed. “I’m not mad at you, you didn’t mean to pup it’s ok” he said as softly as he could.

“I was just so tired- and I-“ you stuttered out.

“Ssh pup, really. Really it’s ok. I love you. I’m not mad. Things happen. Get out of that mean brain of yours” he said making you smile a little. “There’s that cute smile” he said kissing your forehead.

“Minnie really thought I’m sorry” you started to say.

“How about you make it up to me in kisses?” He said cheesily.

“All the kisses you want” you said smiling up at him.

“Good I’ll take my first one now” he said pulling you into a sweet kiss.

He eventually pulled you out of bed, bringing you to the living room to finally eat. You sat there eating for a bit before either of you really talked. “I really am sorry” you said in almost a whisper.

“I know, but it’s alright. Like I said things happen pup. It doesn’t mean I’m just gonna leave you over it. You’re stuck with me. You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy” he said with that cheeky little smile of his.

“Good.. I don’t wanna get rid of you.. ever” you said finally fully smiling at him.

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[readingcoco]

Painted Red 🖤

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader (f)

Words: 3444 words

Ao3 Link

Summary: When a new sandy-haired Deputy Sheriff arrives in town, you can't figure out why he gives you and the other Working Girls so little attention. It becomes your mission to figure him out and hopefully make some money along the way.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, eventual smut, sex work, period typical attitudes, strangers to lovers, medium honor Arthur Morgan, angst, mutual pining, Deputy Callahan.

Thanks to @rivetingrosie4, @redwritr & @shootybangbang for all your help on this story and for being dreamy angels.

Chapter One - The Deputy

[chapter 2]

“Guess who’s downstairs!” a voice interrupts from behind your door. 

The autumn sun sits heavy in the sky, casting a warm pink haze that spills in through your bedroom window. You were supposed to start your shift an hour ago, but instead, you are here, sprawled out on your bed, hair undone, counting the money from the evening before. Muffled notes from the piano downstairs drift softly into your room. You inhale deeply on your cigarette, resenting all things that pull you away from these precious sleepy moments before you have to head downstairs. Make conversation. Smile. Perform.

Timekeeping has never been your strong suit, and you have lost count of the times Lulu had threatened to dock your tips for tardiness. These were empty threats, of course. You knew your position was secure - Even if Lulu liked to kick up a fuss in front of the other girls. 

Brow furrowed, you take another drag from your cigarette. $15. $75 total from the week so far. Money hadn’t been flowing as freely as it had done seasons past. The drought had hit everyone hard, and you knew, sure enough, if the boys were feeling it in the tobacco fields, it wouldn’t be long till you were feeling it in the cat house, too. Seemed everyone was praying for rain. Still, Saturday meant full pay packets and men eager to let loose after the working week - something you were more than happy to help them with.

“Who!?” you call out, just as Minnie peeps her head around your door.

“Christ! You look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge ass backwards! Lulu’s been askin' after you?” 

You hum in response, dragging a comb through the bird's nest atop your head sweeping it up into a loose bun. “Who's got you all giddy? Surely not some John?”

“That new Deputy’s back!”

You roll your eyes. “How big’s the pot now?”

“$5. $5.25, if you still fancy your chances”, Minnie smirks, perching herself at the foot of your bed, watching as you put the last of your face on. “but Ida says she’s out. She don’t wanna waste more time on a Trick who don’t want tricking.” 

“Tricks always want to be tricked,” you say, rooting through the collection of bills and coins laid out haphazardly across your bed, handing Minnie 25¢, which she slips into her coin purse.

Men were mostly the same. Sure, some might pretend to be respectable in the streets with their wives or taking their mothers to church on a Sunday, but you’d had every colour and creed between your legs. This deputy would be no different, and you were going to relish claiming the prize pot for yourself. 

With a final drag of your cigarette, you smooth out your skirts and collect the pile of money on your bed, stashing it in your linen drawer - making a mental note to deposit it in the parlour safe before the night was out. Keeping that much money in your room is foolish, and if you were more sensible, you would deposit your tips between each John. But then you’d miss out on watching the pile grow. Evidence of your labour, your time, your craft. It wasn't like you worried you wouldn’t get it back as soon as requested - Lulu’d always been good about things like that, but to hand it over before you’d even had the chance to feel the paper fully in your palm seemed like it would make it less real somehow. 

You turn to Minnie-

“You ready?”

“Girl, I’ve been waiting on you!”

“Let’s give that deputy the night of his life.”

-

Although the sun is yet to set in the sky, the house is already live with music and laughter, the mezzanine balcony providing the perfect vantage point to assess what the evening might have in store. There are men fresh from the fields playing Faro, Lemoyne Raiders several whiskeys deep, a few of the younger, more boisterous Grays and the creepy gunsmith, Mister Feeney. Not amazing pickings, but not dire either. Then you spot him, sitting quietly on the table closest to the door, hat pulled low, scribbling something furiously into some book. An odd sight, all considered. You weren’t sure most of the men in this town could read, let alone write. 

Minnie squeezes your arm before descending the spiralled staircase, the Deputy firmly in her sights. You lean back to watch as she glides effortlessly across the room—a vision in teal silk taffeta. 

As you settle onto your hip, the fine hairs on your neck abruptly stand to attention as the air pressure changes behind you. 

“So kind of you to grace us with your presence.” Lulu’s voice drips thick with syrupy disdain. Smile remaining tight. Never in front of the guests.

“Punctuality is a virtue of the bored, Miss Lulu.” You smile sweetly. 

She’s not impressed.

“Just get to work. Make Some Money.” 

As you look back down to the floor below, a dispirited Minnie is walking away from the Deputy, his nose still firmly in his book. You bristle slightly. Did this man think himself better than the women who worked here? Sure, he was paying for drinks, but a man could drink at home if he was looking for solitude. In a parlour house, it was polite, proper even, to tip the girls, whether you require our services or not. And if the deputy didn’t know this etiquette, you were more than happy to educate him. Prize pot be damned.

It was your turn to make the night’s debut down the curve of the parlour’s stairs, something that on an ordinary night, you liked to draw out for as long as possible. Feel the eyes of each man gaze up at your form like they were watching a goddess descending from heaven, blessing them with your time. True power. But tonight, it takes everything in you not to stomp down the last few steps onto the floor. 

That cad still isn’t paying you a lick of attention. 

“Deputy.” Your voice comes out curter than you intend as you reach him. You hope Lulu isn’t close enough to overhear. 

“Maybe another time, Darlin” " the man responds without looking up. 

Make conversation.

“Deputy” You try again. “Are you aware of the price on your head?” 

The sound of pencil scratching comes to a halt as he turns to face you. To your surprise, you notice that he was drawing rather than writing as he snaps the leather-bound book shut—the sound startling your gaze upwards to meet his own. And for the first time, you take in the scale of the man. Built like an Ox with broad shoulders and a barrel chest, upon which the words ‘Deputy Sheriff’ shine out from his silver badge. From this proximity, he looks unlike any lawman you’ve seen. 

He watches you intently as though trying to predict your next move - eyes a piercing shade of azure blue, locked dangerously onto your own. You have his full attention, but now you’re unsure if you want it. 

“Excuse me?”

You swallow and try to make your next words lighter in tone.

Smile.

“Nearly five and a half dollars, in fact.” 

His shoulders loosen ever so slightly. Eyes still on you but less predacious, perhaps even the suggestion of a smirk beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. 

“Five and a half dollars? That’s some bounty. What I do, rob a bank?”

“Worse,” 

He rubs his jaw.

“Oh?” 

“You got five whores questioning our faculties. There’s a sweep on which lucky lady’s gonna be the first to get you upstairs, but so far, no one’s got as far as your name.”  

A low rasp of a laugh passes the Deputy’s lips, and you feel a sense of relief as the danger in the air dissipates. Bluntness- this man responds to bluntness. And you wonder if you can hold his attention long enough to work your magic.

Perform.

“There are normally two reasons a man mightn’t want to lay with a girl like me…” 

You pause for effect, starting to have fun now.

“He’s broke. Though that don’t stop most from pushin’ their luck. Or they’re queer.” 

The Deputy straightens and clears his throat. There is something delightful about making a man like this squirm, and you can’t help but sense that he may be enjoying it too. 

“So which is it, Deputy?” 

You give him your most innocent of smiles. Hand finding purchase upon the swell of his shoulder, knowing full well that its removal could signal the latter of your accusations. You are being cruel now.

There is a moment of hesitation before the man can find the words to respond. Your unassuming smile not giving him an inch of wiggle room. Thumb beginning to make slow circles atop his shirt.

“I-It’s just not really my thing. Payin' for it, I mean. Not that I can’t, or - or-”  

“Oh? There’s some third thing I ain’t privy to? A sweetheart somewhere you’re keeping true for?”

“Not really, no.” 

A hint of regret in his voice.

“Then why deny yourself a bit of company?”

You notice the tips of his ears turn pink and leave his lack of an answer to hang in the air for a moment before taking pity-

“Don’t worry, I’m just teasin’, but you ought to know it’s customary to buy a girl a drink, even if you ain’t planning on laying with her. We all have to make a living, Deputy, and this is my house.” 

And you're not sure if it’s out of a sense of gratitude at you relenting your line of questioning or because he has started to enjoy the warmth from your hand on his shoulder, but that’s when he motions for the barkeeper to bring two drinks over to the table. 

Your eyes dart over to Minnie, who is sat between two Grays. She throws you an encouraging wink, and you become keenly aware of the four other sets of eyes watching too. This is the furthest any of you has got with this man, and a wave of responsibility washes over you. You are going to earn that $5.25 plus the additional $5 when he fucks you. You feel foolish for ever doubting your ability in the first place. A man is a man, is a man.

“Ethel White”, you hold out your hand “but call me Ettie.” 

“Arthur Callahan.” 

Arthur.

He nods to the chair across from him as he removes the leather book from the table and puts it away in his satchel. You pull out the chair next to him instead, purposefully pinning him between you and the wall. 

“Christ woman, you ain’t coy, are you?” he laughs, removing his hat, revealing a sandy crop of hair. 

Without his hat, you are better able to take in the details of his face: the strong brow, the crook of a nose broken one too many times, a smattering of sunspots across his crown. Quite handsome, you think to yourself, a welcome change from the interchangeable looks of the Grays or Braithwaites who make up the bulk of your clientele. 

“Not at all,” you smirk. “Besides, I want to take a look at what you were scribbling away at in that book. Must be awfully interesting to hold your attention so well.” You glance down at the journal now peeking out the top of his satchel. “Is that watercolour paper?”

“Huh?” 

“Watercolour paper, you know, to stop the paint seeping through and spoiling the rest of the pages? I saw you were drawing and-” 

He looks at you then, and you can see a slight flicker of shame cross his face momentarily. The feeling of someone pointing out the unfamiliar to a previously known thing, changing it somehow, making it less your own. You feel guilty. Watching him squirm was fun, but you never intended to make him feel foolish. 

“I don’t paint. It’s for sketching mostly, keepin' track of the people and places I’ve been.” 

“You do a lot of travelling, Deputy?” 

“A bit.” 

That instinct again, that there is more to this man than meets the eye. The lawman artist a walking contradiction.

“What do you paint then?” 

His question catches you off guard. Men like to be asked about themselves. They rarely ever show interest in you. A prick of heat flushes across your cheeks, and you hope the rouge of false abashment covers its authentic companion. It’s you who is in control here - not him, goddammit. But his face is filled with genuine curiosity, like he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t interested, and that’s what puzzles you further. 

“Um, landscapes mostly, but I prefer painting people.” The words spill out before a filter of allurement or double entendre can be applied. “It’s just difficult to get people to sit for any length of time. Though I’ve painted all the girls here at some point or another.”

“Where’d ya learn?”

And that is a question too far. 

You’d been gifted a great many things over the years, some thoughtful, most not, and learned the hard way how easily something given could be taken away. You’re art though, no one could take that. You wondered sometimes if that had been an oversight when you’d been promised lessons. The techniques acquired the only remaining thing worth a damn apart from your horse. Leftovers from another life.

“Don’t change the subject, Deputy. Are you going to show me your sketches or not?” Before you can stop yourself, you are leaning over him to grab at his satchel, totally aware that the danger this man displayed to you only moments earlier still lies just below the surface. With lightning-quick reflexes, he grabs the wrist of your right hand, firm in his warning. Do not push me, girl. But you have never been one to know when to stop. Your eyes are locked onto him as your breath comes in quick and heavy to your chest; You notice his start to slow. He’s read you like a book. Left hand spearing from under the table to meet your secondary attack, pinning it against his thigh. 

You look down at your fingers splayed out under the weight of his own. Knuckles scarred and calloused from a lifetime of work not typically required by law enforcement. The warmth from his thigh radiates beneath your palm, and it takes everything in you not to edge your fingers closer to the source of his heat. 

He meets you with an expression you struggle to place. Not anger - though you couldn’t blame him if it was. Amusement maybe?

“Think careful about your next move now, Miss. I wouldn't want to have to arrest you for larceny.”

You give him your widest of smiles and look carefully over your shoulder behind you. And as though suddenly clocking the inference of your shared position, Arthur lowers your right hand so it rests on the table rather than in the air. The grip still firm.

“If I let you go, will you behave?” 

“Will you show me your drawings?” 

“Woman-” But he doesn’t say no. 

“I’ll behave.” 

He looks at you, trying to figure out whether he trusts you.

“I promise.”

Gaze still set, he experiments loosening the grip on your wrist and then shadows the hand on his thigh - awaiting any sudden movements. You hold still. And for a moment, you see him grapple with himself as though he can’t quite believe what he is about to do. He releases you fully, and you take back your right hand, leaving your left firmly in place.  

“Now, if I show you, you gotta promise not to go grabbin'? There’s stuff a man should be able to keep private.” 

You nod.

He grins as he bucks his thigh, dislodging your rooted palm. 

“Hands behind your back.” 

With a playful huff you acquiesce, putting both arms behind you as though bound and look back at him coquettishly. And although he feigns disinterest at the way this new position pushes forward the peak of your chest, you catch his eyes dart across them, guilty in their haste. 

He removes the leather-bound journal from his satchel, smoothing open two pages carefully on the table. 

“Here. But that’s your lot.”

Spread across both pages is a beautifully rendered sketch of the parlour’s exterior, and you don’t know how to react. He stiffens slightly beside you. 

“Just a silly doodle,” he says, moving to close the book. Clearly reading your quietness for disappointment, disgust, something else?

“Wait-” 

To see the parlour captured in such effortless detail; The ornate carvings of the porch where you take your morning coffee, the Virginia Creeper that had to be cut back for fear it’d engulf the entire house, the hanging baskets of petunias that Lulu so lovingly tended to - feels exposing in a way you’d not expected. What other unnoticed minutiae had his perceptive eyes picked up on?

“It’s beautiful. You’ve captured it just right.” You half-whisper.

“Ain’t as good as a paintin’.”

“Different thing entirely, but if you can draw like this, I’m sure you’d make a fine painter.”

He gives you the smallest of smiles as you catch sight of Lulu’s permeating glare as she sweeps down the central staircase. You are on the clock. If he’s not biting, move on. And you remember you are not here to discuss painting or art unless it serves your more explicit purpose.

“See that top window at the back?” You make sure to graze his arm as you remove one hand from behind your back, bringing it slowly to the open page.

“That’s my bedroom.” 

“Oh?”

“Might you like to come up and see some of my work?”

You can see him contemplating the thought over in his mind, and you start to wonder if there really is some poor woman he is betrothed to… or perhaps your prior insinuation was correct, for you have never met a man so ill at ease at being in close proximity to a woman-

“Mister Callahan!” 

You are both pulled away from each other's gaze as you turn to face your intruder. Sheriff Gray. And you are up and on your feet in an instant. Eyes twinkling with faux excitement to welcome this invader of fun, spoiler of all things delightful and new. Arthur straightens to attention. 

“I see you’ve met Ettie. Ain’t she a peach? I hope she’s been treatin’ you with all the hospitality we here at Rhodes can offer.” As he slurs his words, it is clear he’s already halfway soaked and once again, you feel Lulu’s watchful eyes on the back of your neck. You have a responsibility to your house, and Sheriff Gray isn’t any regular John. To keep him placated is to keep the house protected, and it is your duty to ensure the Sheriff remains happy and drunk, coddled and empty. 

“Oh, stop it!” You coo in his ear, wrapping your arm up tightly in his. Voice layered thick with honey.

The shine on his breath hits like a train, bringing tears to your eyes that you mask by nuzzling your head to his shoulder. He sags heavy on your hip, oblivious. 

“You didn’t tell me you’d hired such a handsome new Deputy-'' 

Arthur shifts in his seat, and you wonder what detail of your performance his observant eyes have picked up on. 

“You keepin’ secrets from me, Sheriff? Or do you just want me all to yourself?” 

“I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t.” Sheriff Gray hiccups and turns to face Arthur. “Do you mind if I accompany the lady upstairs?” 

Arthur stands, towering over the Sheriff by quite some measure and places his hat back atop his head. 

“Course not. You both enjoy your evening. I’ve to be headin' back anyway.”

For a second, your eyes meet Arthur’s, but his expression is impenetrable. The Sheriff speaks again.

“Safe travels, Deputy. Rhodes is honoured to have such honest men like you and Mr Mackintosh about. Your work rootin’ out that shine is already being felt around the county.”

Arthur nods. The effects of the shine are certainly being felt.

He hiccups again. “Don’t be a stranger, now.” 

“Don’t be a stranger.” You repeat, all traces of the sickly sweet affect gone from your voice. You yip as the Sheriff swats your backside, but you keep your head high, eyes still held on this curious lawman artist. 

Don’t be a stranger.

“Miss.” Deputy Callahan touches the brim of his hat as you lead Sheriff Gray upstairs to your room.

[mikka-minns]

GENIUS! And another clue to my "Jeremy is on tumblr" theory

Idk why but i got an image of Sareena and Bi han just coming into the room and doing the dance. No special ocasion, they Just start dancing randomly at 3am. And the music is playing on their headphones so everyone else just sees them dancing to nothing.

part two♥

now with Sareena, Havik (yes he is a pineapple), Kira (she ins’t even in a costume), Scorpion (grumpy fire king) and Sub-Zero (baby ice prince)

[380semi]

╔═══.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.═══╗ ♱☆♱ 𝕳𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖊-𝖒𝖎 ♱☆♱ ❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. ❞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝

╚═══.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.═══╝

🖤 ⚠ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ⚠

✧ SFW / NSFW — 𝕸𝕯𝕹𝕴 (𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔇𝔬 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔱)

✦ 🔴 𝟏𝟖+ 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼: marked in pink

✦ 🔵 𝓞𝓞𝓒 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼: marked in blue

╔═━━━━━━༻✦༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔 ╚═━━━━━━༻✦༺━━━━━━═╝ ╭───────────────╮ ✦𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞-𝐦𝐢 ✦𝘈𝘨𝘦: 𝟐𝟔 ✦𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳: 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 ✦𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺: 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 ✦𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐮, 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚 ╰───────────────╯

╔═━━━━━━༻🖤༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 ╚═━━━━━━༻🖤༺━━━━━━═╝ 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘, 𝕾𝖊-𝖒𝖎 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 — bold and guarded, compassionate but cold when she needs to be. Choosing to stay in the Game isn’t bravery. To her, it’s survival. She draws strength from the strong, and cradles the vulnerable like cracked porcelain. If she believes in you, she’ll burn the world for you.

╔═━━━━━━༻✧༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖘 ╚═━━━━━━༻✧༺━━━━━━═╝ ✦ Watching Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield era) on rainy nights ✦ Quiet evenings with her twin sister 𝘔𝘪𝘯-𝘯𝘪𝘦 & little brother 𝘛𝘢𝘦-𝘮𝘪 ✦ Soft things: her cat 🐈‍⬛ Muffin, blankets, silence ✦ Thoughtful gifts no one else would understand ✦ Her boyfriend: @beom-seok-olayer123 ✦ ALT verse girlfriend: @xhybnx ✦ Collecting broken or forgotten trinkets, things others left behind ✦ Being someone’s shelter when the world becomes too loud

╔═━━━━━━༻🕸️༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 ╚═━━━━━━༻🕸️༺━━━━━━═╝ ❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔.❞

🖤 Min-nie / @hanse-mi380 (Twin Sister) — Her anchor. The other half of the storm. Se-mi would burn the world down just to keep Min-nie safe. Their bond is messy, unfiltered, and ride-or-die. She trusts Minnie with things she can’t even admit to herself. “If anyone hurts her, they better hope I die before I find them.”

🖤 Tae-mi / @squ1dgam3s (Little Brother) — Her soft spot. The one thing that reminds her she still has a heart. She hides the worst parts of herself from him, trying to protect his innocence, even when she’s losing hers. “He deserves more than this life. More than me.”

🖤 @beom-seok-olayer123 (Boyfriend / Favorite Person) — The calm in her chaos. He sees her when she’s breaking and doesn’t look away. She tells herself she doesn’t need anyone, but him? He’s the exception. Her dark-eyed comfort. “He makes the silence bearable. That scares me.”

🖤 @xhybnx (ALT. Verse Girlfriend) — Alternate verse; same heartbeat. Different world, same connection. Their relationship is complicated, raw, and strangely healing. “There’s beauty in her madness. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to it.”

╔═━━━━━━༻🕸️༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 ╚═━━━━━━༻🕸️༺━━━━━━═╝ ❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕴𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙… 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘.❞

Her life was never picture-perfect, but it was hers. And then her father died, suddenly, brutally, and without warning, leaving nothing behind but silence and unpaid bills. Everything changed. Her mother, once warm and full of life, began fading day by day. Overworked. Overwhelmed. Drowning in debt. Her eyes stopped lighting up. Her laugh disappeared.

𝕾𝖊-𝖒𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖒 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗, 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞.

That helplessness became anger. That anger turned into desperation. Se-mi made herself a promise: She would save her mom.

𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌.

So she took risks. Bad jobs. Shady people. Dangerous choices. Anything to climb out of the hole they were buried in. But the world isn’t kind to people like her, not when you’re broke, young, and already broken. She tried everything legal. Then… not so legal. Until eventually, one offer came with no return.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊.

She knew what it was. Everyone does. But when your life’s already on fire, a little more heat doesn’t scare you. Voting to leave? That terrified her more than the gunshots. More than the rules. More than death.

𝖂𝖍𝖞?

Because outside the Game, all that’s waiting is the same cycle. The same pain. The same slow collapse of everything she loves. At least here, there’s a shot at something better. At least here, she can dream again, even if it kills her.

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── 𝖂𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌. ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────

╔═━━━━━━༻⛓༺━━━━━━═╗ 𝕬𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ╚═━━━━━━༻⛓༺━━━━━━═╝ ✦ Other muses @seongaesa, @baeyoungsoo, @ryukjunghwa, @themgcoin333

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[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[jinnie-ret]

Hi! I was just wondering, could you write a oneshot of reader feeling really tired/kinda depressed, like too tired to get up of the bed to get a drink, too tired to even talk and skz just helping them through it and taking care of them? It could be 9th member or just the groupd friend. It's ok if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it. Thank you! Lots of love!

slump

stray kids x best friend!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: mental exhaustion

word count: 1.3k

summary: your best friends notice you've been acting different recently, and help you through your mental rut.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one. And if anyone is ever feeling this way, you can always message me, or reach out for help :)

Asks are shut, but if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know! And reblog and like if you enjoyed! <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, can you open the door?" Changbin's soft voice called out quietly, yet you made no effort to move. You knew he could just as easily open your door and walk in, but he was waiting to see if you had the energy to do it yourself.

"I'll take that as a no," and he walked away from the door, probably back into the kitchen to inform the boys that their latest attempt didn't work.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see them. It was more that your social battery was drained. Not even a good night's sleep was helping you gain energy because, well, although you weren't having sleepless nights, there was still a lot of things weighing on your mind that was stopping you from wanting to do anything.

Buzz.

Oh. They were spamming the group chat again.

kangaroo🖤: remember to have something to eat!

bokkie🐲: pls eat smthn sweaty 💞

prince🖌️: lixie you did not jst call her sweaty that isn't gnna help 😭

mongmong🎤: ignore them sweetie just pls eat smthn if you have the energy yh?

cheese toastie🦊: our minnie is so sweet

quokka boy🥊: careful or he will chnge his mind 👀

kitty boy😼: i'm cooking u dinner rn

dwaekki💪: pls come out and see us love :(

And so the guilt set in once more. You could tell they were doing their best but for the past couple of days you didn't want to do anything at all. And whilst they had asked you, you shut them down every time and waved them off.

The next day, you were due to go into work, something your best friends were well aware of as they had checked your shared calender to see if there was anything upcoming that was overwhelming you.

When you rang into work to call in for a sick day, that was the first time the boys heard your voice in like 48 hours. Croaky. Dry. Exhausted.

Which is what prompted your next visit.

"Hey, Y/Nnie, I've brought you some water. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want to... but, yeah," Felix brought in a bottle filled with ice water and you could tell he didn't know what exactly to do in the situation without you responding to him.

You couldn't help but feel the gratitude within you after he awkwardly smiled at you, and so, you spoke up from your nest in bed.

"Thank you, Lixie."

Within a flash he turned around and grinned warmly at you, excited at just this simple interaction, because him and the boys had been worried sick the past few days. They knew everyone had their moments, but they had never seen you like this before.

After he left, you sipped at your water and continued to mindlessly scroll through your social media feed on your phone. There was still a numbness there. You recognised videos that would normally make you laugh yet no emotion filled you.

And that's what made you feel weirder.

You thought about other times people went into some sort of slump and they'd normally be sad, upset for some reason. But no, not you.

You felt emotionless. The loneliness wasn't what sucked you in yet it was like a part of your brain felt like it had shut off. And that lasted for the next few hours until the members caught you out of bed looking for something in the cupboard to eat.

"Oh, Y/N!" Han jumped back with a hand on his heart, yet you carried on in your sluggish efforts to make something to eat.

"You're out of bed?" Jeongin was shocked until he winced from the small slap on the back of his head from Changbin.

"Don't eat that, it's not good for you, here, heat this up," Lee Know took away the instant noodles from your grasp and instead pulled out a container with a portion of dinner he had made last night. He seemed to be taking control yet he wanted to see you do something for yourself. He hoped it was motivating and that the simplest thing of heating up your own food would lead you towards an upward trajectory of going back to your usual self.

You slowly padded across the kitchen to the microwave and shoved the food in, a gentle hand tapping you on the shoulder as you shut the machine's door.

"Let's talk, Y/N," Chan guided you to the sofa in the lounge connected to the kitchen, the rest of your friends following through. There was no choice in the matter, yet the eldest remained calm which reassured you slightly.

"We've been worried about you," Hyunjin spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Sorry," you whisper, picking at the threads of your baggy jumper sleeve.

"No, don't apologise. We just want to know what's going on in that head of yours," Seungmin leans forward as he speaks quietly.

You simply shrug.

"Y/Nnie?" Chan further prompted.

"I don't know," you shrugged again, not even knowing how to explain what was going on.

"You don't know?" Felix looked around at the other members, confused.

Just then, the microwave dinged, and you stood up to go and get your food, but Lee Know's hands on your shoulders stopped you.

"Don't worry about that now. Just talk to us, anything," his thumbs rubbed soothing circles before he moved away.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," you brought your legs up to your chest.

"We know you had work today," Changbin mentioned.

"It's ok, I called in sick," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you have a temperature?" Han frowned, feeling your forehead but that answered his question.

"I just didn't feel like it... but not in like a lazy way but I just couldn't... mentally do it?" your answer came out as a rushed question, not even sure yourself but it made sense to the rest of the boys.

"Ah, sweetie, you should have said," Hyunjin pouted, feeling bad that you were struggling.

"Not that easy though, is it?" you looked up and saw Chan crouched down in front of you.

"It's not, we know that, but we want you to always know that you've got us to fall back on, no matter what, ok?" he grabbed your hands as he said this, squeezing them so that you knew he was physically there.

"Y/Nnie... you know you don't have to always have energy, right? It's ok to have your down days," Han said seriously, which even caused Chan to look at him surprisingly as he moved away from in front of you.

"I feel like..." you began, but trailed off shaking your head.

"Tell us, talk to us love," Changbin insisted.

"I feel like I have to keep telling myself I can do it, but I know I'm lying to myself, I guess?" you sighed, leaning further back into the sofa.

"You can do it, we all know you can," Jeongin encouraged you sweetly.

"But if you can't right now, that's also fine," Seungmin added on.

And there was no need for you to verbally respond, because these safety oozing from them was wrapping you in a nice comfy blanket.

Oh, and Felix was also wrapping you in a blanket, that could have been why you felt the sudden warmth.

"Right, now you can eat," Lee Know nodded, satisfied with how the conversation had played out.

"Me too, hyung!" Han and Hyunjin both dashed after Lee Know, begging him for food too, and with that you smiled.

"There you are," Changbin titled your head up as you smiled, his face mirroring yours.

"If all it took was for Han and Hyunjin to be whiny and complain, we could have had this conversation a lot sooner," Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly, thinking of the two 00 liners who were bickering earlier that day.

"Don't ruin the moment Seungmin," Chan tutted jokingly.

But it didn't ruin the moment. Seeing them act normally around you again after they had cleared up what was going on made you feel better.

You felt, once again.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z

[writingforstraykids]

you did NOT just say you thought you were special and realizing it's me you're not 🥺 you were the first person I sent it to mr. I'm not special 😓

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹🖤

Y'know I was gonna saw aww I make an Anon happy, but then I opened it and actually read it and now I'm sad 🥺

Like yeah its my mooties but I thought I was actually special there for a moment 😭

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4150

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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3.

OMNISCIENT For some weeks now, Yasmine has been receiving calls and texts from Carmelo under strange numbers, and she has simply blocked him each time. Especially when Trick attempted to contact and text her, she would disregard all of his messages because she no longer trusted him. He believed Carmelo over her, of all people.

Yasmine was at the gym working out, trying to forget what had happened to her; she hadn't spoken about it since Montez and Jonathan arrived to pick her up after she moved out.

She didn't even want to think about it; it would just cause her anxiety to creep up on her and make her feel even more worthless than she already is.

Yasmine would be drowning in her thoughts late at night, wondering if she'd ever find a good man that she could trust, but was that even possible?

She wore headphones and listened to music while she did her bicep roll reps with the dumbbells before she went to the arena today to sign the contract on Smackdown.

Meanwhile, she felt her phone buzzing inside her training shorts as she paused to place the dumbbells on the bench and took her phone out of her pocket.

She noticed Montez had texted her, probably to check up on her.

Big Bro Tez💪🏽 sent 2+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Big Bro Tez💪🏽: hey sis I was just checking in on you to see how you were doing. Big Bro Tez💪🏽: text me back whenever you can I'll see you at work I love you sis ♥️

It always made her happy knowing that her big brother cares about her and her well-being will always be there for her.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine Montez Big Bro Tez💪🏽: are you sure? you don't have to come in to work today Minnie🧃: I have too so I can sign the contract then I'll probably just stay and watch your match out back Big Bro Tez💪🏽: A'ight little sis if you say so I won't pressure you Minnie🧃: thank you now lemme' get back to my workout since you rudely interrupted me 😭🙄 Big Bro Tez💪🏽: whatever nigga

Yasmine chuckled at his message before getting back to her workout and moving her headphones back in place.

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Yasmine took a shower before heading to the arena for Smackdown tonight. She was only there to support her big brother and Angelo, of course.

She was curious when she'd make her debut on Smackdown, which is probably soon. For right now, it'll just probably be segments of her getting interviewed by Byron Saxton about her upcoming debut.

She got out of the shower, wrapped her body in a towel, and dried her hair, making sure that every part of it was dry.

Sitting down inside the shower with her legs crossed, she scrolled through her Instagram, noticing that Carmelo had commented on her post that she made.

Her face turned up at his comment, questioning her about not answering his phone calls.

'This nigga won't understand the elephant in the room will he?'

After drying her body off, she lavender herself with some lotion and put on a comfortable outfit for tonight's smackdown. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her keys and purse while making sure she had everything before heading to her car.

As she headed out towards her car, she saw someone walking up to her. She couldn't recognize the face until he came a little bit closer, and that's when she knew that it was him. So Yasmine immediately went inside her car, locking the door in the process while he came banging on her window.

"Baby! Open the door." Carmelo said.

Yasmine shook her head as she turned the button on in the ignition, as he tried to open the door by the handle but not realizing that it was locked.

"C'mon, baby, don't be this way. I only did what I did so you can act right." Yasmine scoffed at his reasoning as she gave him the middle finger, pulling out from the parking lot and driving off in the process.

✧˚° Yasmine made it to the arena, parking in the garage. As she grabbed her purse while getting out of the car again, she realized she was only here to sign the contract and support her brother. Nothing more would happen, right?

She walked inside the building, seeing all the fans coming in to get their tickets or buy wrestlers' merchandise. That's when she ran into a fan who recognized her and started squealing.

"OH, MY GOODNESS, ARE YOU YASMINE THEE YASMINE FROM NXT?" The fan asked while Yasmine smiled at them.

"Yes of course hon what can I do for you?" She asked.

"May I please get an autograph and a picture?" Yasmine nodded her head while grabbing the marker from them, signing their T-shirt with her signature. The fan pulled out their phone, setting it up on camera mode for them to take a picture with her.

They did a pose as they snapped the picture together while hugging Yasmine she gladly responded to the hug.

"Omg thank you sooo much!" The fan said.

"No problem hon." Yasmine gave them one last hug before continuing her way towards Paul's office.

It felt nice to her to know that she had some fans who liked her and enjoyed her wrestling. She felt her phone buzz, making her stop in her tracks. Pulling it out, she saw that Bianca texted her.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 2+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: Montez told me you would be here tonight wya? Breezy🫶🏽: Actually, I see your location. I'm coming towards you; you should see me waving my hand.

Yasmine looked around, seeing someone waving their hand back and forth. She stood on her tippy toes, seeing Bianca waving her hand, and smiling, ran up towards her.

They both hugged each other while everyone was around them as they pulled away from each other.

"Oh, my goodness girl you look good." Bianca said.

"Thank you, girl you look good as well too." She spoke.

"C'mon, let's go to your brother's locker." We started strolling towards Montez's dressing room. It was nice to be around Bianca and them again; maybe she won't run into Carmelo's ass. But she doesn't get her hopes up very much, so there's no guarantee that he'll come seeking for her merely to make her feel useless.

We eventually arrived to his locker room, where she spotted Trinity, Jonathan, and an unfamiliar figure. They all gazed at her, then Trinity and Jon approached her and hugged me. 

"Oh, my goodness, girl, I'm so happy that you're away from that nigga man." Trinity spoke. "Well, as long as Montez and Jon are with me, I'll be alright, since he's definitely here today. Just like everyone else that was drafted. Have you seen Tiffany? Yasmine replied.

"Yeah, she was in here a couple of minutes ago." She stated this while nodding her head. Yasmine sat next to Trinity, watching Montez's tag team match against the New Day. She absolutely loved seeing my brother beat up his opponents, which is why she wanted to be in this profession. 

But now she regrets it simply because she is dealing with Carmelo's ass, but someone grabbed her eye: a man spreading on his phone while wearing a Yeet shirt, black sweatpants, and a fresh haircut with piercings.

'Damn he looked so fine would it be rude to be admiring him like this?'

She felt Bianca prodding me, drawing my attention as she glanced at her with a sneer on her face. "Girl, who were you looking at?"

"I-I wasn't looking at nobody B not too much, okay?" Yasmine said, rolling her eyes at her. 

She chuckled at me as she fixed her focus on the TV screen, watching her fiancé whoop some asses. Meanwhile, Yasmine got up from the couch and informed them that she was going to the restroom right now. As she walked towards the restroom, she heard a familiar voice talking to someone about something. She looked up to saw the person who damaged her, Carmelo, who appeared to be on the phone with someone.

Yasmine sighed deeply as she walked by him on her way to the facilities, until she felt him grip her arm, almost causing her to stumble. "Hey pretty girl, I didn't know you were here." Carmelo said.

She rolled her eyes at him and yanked herself away from him, "Look, don't you ever touch me or even come near me after what you did to me." He chuckled darkly at her while approaching up to her, causing her to back up. 

"I recall you calling me daddy the last time I fucked this wonderful pussy of mine, dear." "That's because you made me call you that nigga I didn't want to call you that." She remarked as she pushed him hard.

He didn't like that and grabbed her by the throat, pressing her to the wall like he had done previously, making her feel terrified and uncomfortable. That was something he like seeing from her, all afraid beneath him. 

"Do you see how you submit to me?" It should be this way all of the time". Yasmine fought to free herself, but he tightened his grasp on her throat. She felt like she couldn't breathe while fighting him off and screamed at the top of her lungs. All she wanted to do was use the restroom and not run into his ass.

She used all of her might to hit him in the face, causing him to tumble as Yasmine escaped. 

Yasmine fled as fast as she could without turning back, tears welling up in her eyes as she heard Carmelo cry her name. She spotted the same foreign face standing at the door with his legs crossed, looking at his phone and running up to him.

✧˚° JEY

I was standing by the door on my phone, looking for Montez's sister Yasmine. As I was doing so, I heard what sounded like someone rushing. When I looked up, I saw a female sprinting towards me, clearly in danger. She approached behind me, and I noticed Carmelo approaching this direction as if he was hunting for her, and when she grabbed me aggressively, it attracted my attention.

Almost appeared afraid in a way? Her eyes begged for assistance from me, so I did what any guy would do and defended her. 

As he approached, he noticed me with her and attempted to walk up on us, grabbing her arm as I pushed him. "Aye, you might wanna back up dawg." I stated this while clutching the female behind me.

"Man you might wanna back up and give her ass to me nigga ion know who you think yo' ass is c'mon Yasmine." He stated that's when I turned around to view her face, and she looked so damn good. 

I felt her grip my hand strongly as I interlaced mine with hers, and he took note, attempting to separate us so he could grab her up. But I managed to deliver a left hook, causing him to fall backward while clutching his bloodied lip.

"You know what? Don't worry about it, Yasmine. I got something for you later." When he went away, she sank to her knees, hands in her face, weeping, and the door opened to reveal Trinity. 

"Josh, what happened?" She asked.

"She came up running towards me away from the ol' boy. He just left." I said.

"Shit, well, my match is coming up. Can you take care of her, please?" As Trinity departed to get dressed, I nodded yes and kneeled down to play with Yasmine's curly hair. She looked up at me with puffy eyes, which made me sad. What was her history with Ol' Boy? I extended my hand, expecting her to grasp it, as we walked her inside the room and closed the door behind us.

Nobody else was in there except us, and she sat down with her head low while I poured her something to drink in a cup and walked up to her. 

I patted her on the shoulder, prompting her to flinch: "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, Shawty." I offered her the cup while sitting on the same couch she was on. I saw she was still shivering a little, so I slid over to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to me. She hesitated at first but then lay her head on my chest.

I looked down at her, watching her drink her water from the cup I had given her. I felt her body relax with my touch, and her eyes locked on mine as we both established eye contact. 

'Fuck, she's so pretty.'

'Damn, he looks good in person.'

She looked away from me as I chuckled at her facial expressions, knowing that I made her nervous, which made me boldly grab her face to make her look at me again just so I could see that gorgeous face.

"Not goin lie you look gorgeous as hell." I said bluntly.

"T-thank you...I never got your name..." she said softly.

"My name is Joshua. I'm Jonathan's brother, but people call me Jey or Josh for short. Whatever you want, mama." Her facial expression seemed a bit perplexed, not having heard something like that before.

'Did he just call me mama? Hmm, I like it very much better than what the fuck Melo used to call me. It's something different.'

We heard the door opening as we moved away from each other, acting like nothing had happened as we saw Montez coming towards us.

"You good little sis? I heard what happened." Montez asked as she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Josh was there in a nick of time before anything else could happen, " she said.

Montez walked towards my way as he dapped me up, thanking me for protecting his sister from her ex-boyfriend. That dude is her ex-boyfriend? No wonder I gotta find out more about that.

I saw Bianca coming into the room as I walked towards her way, pulling her to the side real quick.

"What's up, Joshua?" Bianca questioned me.

"I know it ain't my business or nothing, but I wanna know more about yo' bestie right there. What's her history with Ol' boy?" I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"Look, when the time is right, she'll tell you because it's not my business to tell, but all I can say is that he's dangerous and did something horrible to her." I nodded my head, not wanting to press on the conversation about it, fixing my gaze at her, who was still talking to her brother while her gaze fixed towards my way, smiling at me before looking at Montez.

'She has such a pretty smile, damn just made my heart flutter a little bit.'

'Imma' get to know her more, and when the time is right, she'll be with me.'

After having my match for the main event for tonight I went towards bathroom to take a shower before I could I see Yasmine standing there look like she waiting on someone.

I walked towards her way shirtless as she looked towards my way eye fucking me, which made me have a smug expression on my face.

"Do I look good, mama, or what?" I asked in a deep tone.

She rolled her eyes at me, folding her arms at me, "Yeah, whatever, boy, what'chu doing anyways?" She's so sassy I like that shit; leaning against the wall.

"I was finna head in the shower before going home; how about you? What'chu doing here standing fo'?"

"I was waiting on Montez and Bianca to take us home, but they are taking forever." She pouted. Damn, she's adorable at that, listening to her vent.

"Lemme' take a shower real quick, and I'll take you home. I'll make sure Montez knows before he goes ballistic." Yasmine nodded her head while going inside Montez's locker room, shutting the door while I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower before I took this little girl home.

I don't know why, but she makes my heart flutter and racing like crazy it's like I'm almost in love with her or something, but it seems like she has a scarred heart.

✧˚°

I texted Montez that I'd be taking his younger sister home because she appeared exhausted. I was correct: she fell asleep on the way to her cot. I continued stealing looks at her, watching her slumber like a small child. I drove with one hand on her thigh, stroking my palm across my beard and concentrated on the road as well as Yasmine.

I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty; it was almost as if I was entranced without even realizing it. I eventually pulled up to Montez and Bianca's crib, turning into the driveway without noticing their car. I shook Yasmine lightly, not wishing to startle her. 

Her eyes flutter open, wiping the crust from her eyes, looking around the area and noticing that she was home.

"Hey, pretty mama, you're home." I said as she smiled at me.

"Thank you, Josh, for taking me home when you didn't have to." She said.

"Well, I didn't want you to wait on your big-headed ass brother, so I offered." She chuckled at my comment about her brother as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car while I did the same, grabbing her bags in the backseat.

We walked up to the door, and she opened it with the key she had on her keychain, opening it while holding it for me. We walked inside the home together, locking the door behind us as I placed her luggage on the wooden floor. I could tell she was fatigued based on her energy and movement. "you sleepy?" She glanced at me, nodded, and rubbed her eyes. I, being the gentlemen that I am, grabbed her by the thighs and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

I carried her like this, which surprised her because she hadn't been carried like this by a MAN before. 

I made it to her bedroom and opened the door before laying her down, but for some reason, she didn't withdraw her arms from around my neck, leading us to remain close. Noticing her movements, she withdrew her arms away from my neck and walked away from me. I scratched the back of my head, observing her every step.

I saw her taking some clothing from her drawer and thought that was my cue to go home because I had already done my part, right? 

Before I could head out, I heard her say something, but she was stumbling on her words, "C-could you stay just for a little bit? I don't like being by myself." I didn't think it was a good idea since Montez and em' were on the way home, and he'd kill me if he saw me staying the night with his little sister.

"Mama ion think that's a good idea I don't want yo' brother to kill me." I said, hearing her sigh deeply.

"It's fine...I understand...but thanks again, though I appreciate it.." she said softly.

I could tell that she wanted me to stay, so I texted Montez to see.

IMESSAGE 💬 HomieJosh💪🏽: Yo' Montez Fatheadtez😭: what's up? is my sister home? HomieJosh💪🏽: yeah, I made it to yall crib but she just asked me to stay I told her that wouldn't be a good idea I didn't want yo' ass to kill me 😭😭 Fatheadtez😭: look I trust you around my little sister she's been through a lot and she's very anxious maybe you're someone she can go to whenever she's having a panic attack when I'm not there or when the girls aren't or Jon. HomieJosh💪🏽: you sure? Fatheadtez😭: yes dawg I'm sure maybe that's what she needs someone to be there for her and comfort her she really does need that the most after what happened to her. HomieJosh💪🏽: wym? what happened? 🤨 Fatheadtez😭: look don't tell her that I told you this but that dude that was chasing after her that was her ex-boyfriend Carmelo he's from the NXT roster but got drafted on the blue brand with us but that's not the point...the point is...he did something bad to her in her locker room it's...sensitive dawg something that I can't get into but whenever she's ready she'll tell you. HomieJosh💪🏽: A'ight then dawg I'll take yo' word for it. Fatheadtez😭: A'ight I'll pop in to check in just to make sure HomieJosh💪🏽: A'ight 😭😭

After messaging Montez, I noticed Yasmine exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, grabbing her bottle of lotion and deodorant from the dresser. I was observing her lavendering her body with her scented lotion, which smelled lovely, as she returned it to the dresser. That's when she untied her towel and let it drop to the ground as I turned around, not wanting to be a pervert or anything.

"you can turn around now." Yasmine said.

When I turned back, I saw her in booty shorts and a long T-shirt that caressed her body as she strolled towards her bed to get comfy. She left some space for me in case I stayed, which I did, as I removed my shirt and sweatpants and joined her in bed. She had her back to me, nestled up in her pillow, curled up like a ball as I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me.

She felt comfortable underneath me, nuzzling my neck on her shoulder and moving her head toward me, our faces close together. 

"Did my brother say you could?" She asked.

"Yeah, I was texting him about it while you were in the shower Ma." I said as I gazed down at her lips while she did the same with me.

"O-oh okay..." her voice trailed off while turning her head.

Which without hesitation I turned grabbed her by the chin making her look at me once more I didn't want to scare her with my bold actions brushing my thumb against her lips.

"Why do you do that? Hm?"

"D-do what?" Yasmine asked nervously.

"You always look away from me. Do I make you nervous?" She maintained eye contact with me, nodding her head in the process, earning me a chuckle.

I caressed her face, pulled her head closer to my chest, and felt her hand on there as well. She was tracing my Samoan tattoos.

"Did these hurt like all of em'?" She asked while I nodded my head.

"Yeah, it hurt like hell, but I took it like a G, you feel me?" I said, hearing her soft chuckle.

"Probably cried." I sat upright, feeling offended by her statement.

"Excuse me, little girl?"

She laughed at me, covering her lips as I picked her up, placed her on my lap, and held her in place. That's when she stopped all the awful laughing. It's the small things I do that make her feel frightened and silent, like maintaining eye contact while her hands are on my chest and mine are on her hips.

"W-we should go to sleep before Montez walks in on us like this." She said. 

"You scared of him or something?" She punched me on the chest, rolling her eyes because she wanted to be playful, and shit I gave her ass a tiny smack, causing her to yelp. She whacked me upside the head as I winced in agony, laughing at me. A'ight bet I sat up straight, seizing her legs and holding her down on the bed while going between them.

And fuck, she just looked so good underneath me like this seeing all of her natural features. "You know, you look beautiful mama?" She did what she always did but took the compliment instead of giving me an attitude.

"T-thank you." I let her go as she cuddled up on my chest, my hand in the back of my head, and the other holding onto her.

I watched her drift to sleep, hearing my heartbeat going up and down as I rubbed her back gently, making her feel at ease with my touch.

I yawned a few times before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep as well. Hopefully, in the morning, she'll feel better.

SomeThing Bout' Us.

A/n: welll Yasmine and Jey are getting a little touchy feely right now lol but I think Yasmine is honestly really scared due to her commitment issues because of Carmelo and her past relationships.

But she feels safe around Jey and being in his arms and presence will probably change her mind we'll see.

Hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: seungmin, jisung, jeongin

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The three boys pounced, Jisung cackling as he tackled the captain to the floor, the two others pulling his arms above his head. 

Minho gasped and bucked around, just to shriek out a plea for mercy as Seungmin took a seat on his ankles while Felix sat on his arms, resting the eldest’s head on his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah. We managed to overpower you.” Jisung made a move to get off of the captain’s waist, much to the other soon-to-be lers’ surprise. 

“Where are you going?” Felix questioned. “Um…what are you guys doing?” Jisung retorted. “We’re gonna wreck him, why’re you leaving, come help us!” Seungmin yelled. “He’s not ticklish!” Jisung waved his hand nonchalantly.  

“Oh hoho boy, you have no idea, do you?” Seungmin sighed, pulling the quokka back by the ankle and seating him on Minho’s legs, much to the captain’s dismay. 

Seungmin straddled the older’s waist, cooing at the way Minho squeaked at the movement.  

“Okay, come here, let me show you all the ways to get him screaming~” Seungmin chuckled lowly, and Minho sealed his lips, cheeks crimson.  

A singular finger tracing up his side was enough to make him flinch; the captain knew he was done for. 

Embarrassment creeped up Minho’s neck to his ears as Jisung watched him with everlasting curiousity, eyes gleaming with fondness as Seungmin cooed at him again. 

“Seungmin, stop this! I am your captain, of course I’m not tickl—AAH!!” Minho squealed when a single finger poked his armpit, a smile on his face betraying him. 

Seungmin leaned closer to his ear, whispering something in the older boy’s ear that made him so red that even Felix began to tease him. 

“This is gonna tickle sooo badly for you, isn’t it? Imagine, Jisungie, watching you laugh your cute little head off with that little weakness of yours. You may be the captain, but now I’m calling the shots, got it? And I’m not stopping till you’re begging~”

Minho squeaked, face burning a bright red. Jisung watched in awe as Seungmin managed to unravel the stoic captain with just his words, while his fingers gently traced Min’s sides with every word, a gentle reminder of what’s to come. 

“Okay, Jisungie, first you wanna get him to at least stop denying that he’s ticklish. I know you thought he wasn’t, but trust me, he’s one of the most sensitive people ever, you just gotta break that initial shyness, you know?” Felix instructed, hands suddenly moving to the kitten’s armpits and scribbling gently, causing Minho to arch his back with a restrained yelp, eyes squeezing shut with a grin on his face. 

“You’re so cute…now tickle tickle tickle, hyunggg~” Seungmin teased, hands suddenly moving to his sides and digging in roughly. 

Minho gasped, the finger inching closer and closer to his belly button. 

“You’re not ticklish here, are you?” Seungmin asked in mock confusion and curiousity, finger swirling around the area, the same way Minho had done to Jisung the first time he had arrived on the ship.  

Hannie could feel his face start to burn at the memory, suddenly excusing himself to run to Minho’s room. He had an idea.��

By the time he returned, Minho still hadn’t broken, although his ears signalled that he couldn’t last much longer. 

Seungmin waited with a smirk until Jisung’s eyes were trained on the captain again, Minho pleading desperately with his eyes. It was all fruitless, however, it never stopped Minnie from beginning to absolutely ruin the older. 

“Mmmmmmmmm—NOOOOHOHOHO SEHEUNGMIN LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHO YOU BRAT!!” Minho exploded into laughter as the finger slipped into his sensitive belly button all the same. 

Jisung watched in shock as Felix began to join in gleefully, the two boys’ hands moving so fast across the captain’s torso that the kitten was having trouble breathing through his laughter. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAA—NOHO LET GOHO AHAHAHAGHHH!!” Minho twisted away, tears already beginning to line his eyelashes. 

Jisung stared, eyes watching as the two lers picked him apart, finding familiar spots to make the captain squeal and twist side to side.  

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOU SEHEHEHEUNGMINN!!” Minho swore, twisting and trying to contain his laughter, just to break down yet again into uncontrollable mirth as Felix aimed at another spot.  

“Oh wooowww…you’re a real glutton for punishment, huh, captain?” Seungmin scoffed, hands moving to the elder’s hips. 

That’s when Min began to beg. “Wait…wahahait…I’m sorry—just please, don’t touch me!” He yelped as a singular poke made its way to the area. 

Jisung noted how Felix silently continued his work, not the type to tease until his lees went red, however Seungmin seemed to be the polar opposite. 

Seungmin called Jisung over to sit on the elder’s legs, and Minho shrieked for mercy. 

Mong grabbed his hips with his hands, suddenly kneading into the space with his thumbs in the captain’s hollows while the rest of his fingers dug deep into Min’s v-line. 

Jisung was almost thrown off with how hard the cat bucked, a high-pitched scream shooting from his lips as he jolted away from the puppy’s touch. 

“NUHUH-UH!! SEUNGMIN, DONT YOU FUCKING DAAAAARE —AAHAHHAAHAHAAA!’” Minho absolutely lost it, thrashing around hysterically. 

Another wail ripped from his throat as Jisung experimentally squeezed at his thighs. 

“NONONONO! AHAHAHAHAHAH! WAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!! STOP STAHAP STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” 

“Who knew the captain was so sensitive?~” Seungmin cooed, although Minho was too hysterical to really pay attention to whatever nonsense they were spewing. 

“YOU MOHTHERFUHUCKER! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL-KILL-YOU!” Min shrieked. 

“Now you’re just being real impossible, hyung.” Felix sighed, shifting his hands from the kitten’s armpits to his ribs instead, startling at the instantaneous reaction.  

“WAIT! WAITWAITWAIT-!"

Felix grinned. “Scoooorreee!!”

Seungmin followed by dipping a very familiar hooked tool into Minho’s belly button, and a flash of familiarity caught the boy off guard as Jisung smirked. “This is my revenge.”

Minho threw his head back and arched his spine, a desprate, gravely scream forcing itself out of him before he frustratedly squealed at the pure amount of hands, the overwhelming sensations reducing him to an absolute mess on the floor of the deck. He didn’t even want to know how many of his crewmates could probably hear him losing his mind right now. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAHHAAAY!! OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY OKAY WAHAHAIT WAIT!! STOP—STOP—STAAAAHAAAAHHAP!! IHIM SAHAHARRYY!!” Minho wailed. 

Jisung teasingly moved his hands towards the captain’s legs, throwing off the older’s shoes. 

Through his tearful laughter, Minho saw his life flash before his eyes. “WAIT!! IHIHIHIHIHI—ISAIDIWASSOHORRY!!” 

“I know, but you might need it to sink in a bit more, dontcha think?” Seungmin grinned evilly. The second those cruel, cruel hands descended onto his poor soles, he was done for. 

He wailed and apologized, cursed and thrashed, but none of it was enough. 

“WOAAH—AAAAAAHHHH!!” And his laughter was gone, mind rolling and tears practically streaming down his cheeks. 

Minho was a mess, shirt and hair completely tousled and eyes tearing up almost painfully. 

He mustered enough breath to scream out a desperate “EHHEEEENOUGHHHH!!”

Hands slipped off of his body entirely, and Seungmin watched with growing concern as the older just lay there, not moving, just panting irresponsively. 

Minho gasped for air, eyes shut exhaustively. 

“That was…something.” Jisung whispered, moving over to the captain and checking on him. “You alive?”

“Baharely, cause of you brahats…” Minho sucked in more air, holding his stomach to prevent any excess giggles to slip out. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes before they checked on him again. 

Minho lay sprawled on the floor, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed with a contented grin. Seungmin gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Minho's face, while Felix and Jisung playfully ruffled his hair.

“Looks like we finally wore you out,” Felix teased softly. “And who would’ve known you were so ticklish?” Jisung followed. 

“Shuhut up…”

A while after they managed to settle the sleepy kitty into bed, the nestled themselves around the cushions. 

They exchanged knowing glances, appreciating the rare moment of tranquility. Seungmin reached over and gently adjusted the blanket around Minho, ensuring he was snug and comfortable. “He really needed this,” Seungmin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his gaze warm. “Yeah, it’s nice to see him so at ease.”

Felix leaned back, stretching his legs out with a contented sigh. “Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Earning agreement from the others. 

Minho’s dreams were filled with a sense of unspoken gratitude and warmth. Then a need for more revenge. What can he say? He needed to get all of them back somehow…

[kathlare]

cinco de drinko

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie finds herself pulled out of a funk by her closest friends and the promise of a wild Cinco de Mayo celebration in Maui.

Wordcount: 2.5 k

Warnings: none

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May 5th, 2020 - Maui, Hawaii

The buzzing wouldn’t stop.

Amelie sat in the makeup chair on set, head tilted back slightly as someone fluffed her hair with practiced ease. The stylist was rambling about something—humidity, curls, Maui problems—but her phone was lighting up on the counter like it was possessed.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Amelie blinked once. Twice. Her reflection looked tired. Not just from today’s shoot or the heat or the sleep she didn’t get last night because someone (Lando) thought it was funny to FaceTime her at 2 a.m. to show her his “new quarantine mustache,” but in that hollow sort of way. The way that showed up quietly, uninvited.

She sighed and finally reached for her phone.

17 messages.

Her stomach sank for a second because—who the fuck is blowing me up like this—until she saw the names.

Minnie 🖤Alex 🤡Groupchat: SOS bitches

Her eyes narrowed instantly. Oh no. Oh no.

Minnie🖤: bitch it’s my last night in this paradise we NEED to get absolutely obliterated. Alex🤡: she said cinco de drinko and i SAID say less 🇲🇽🧂🌮💀Alex🤡: i’m already looking up cocktail recipes don’t @ me Minnie🖤: it's cinco de mayo you fucking heathen it’s practically your civic duty as a Mexican-American to get black-out with me Alex🤡: VIVA MÉXICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Amelie stared at the screen, mouth twitching.

Amelie: y’all are so fucking stupid Minnie🖤: correct. now come home Alex🤡: it’s not about accuracy it’s about vibes Minnie🖤: tell makeup to finish your face and come celebrate this colonial misunderstanding with me 😌🌵 Alex🤡: i’ll bring the piñata and the tequila

Amelie choked out a laugh before she could stop herself, earning a look from the stylist. She waved her hand.

—Sorry. Group chat. They're… idiots.—

The stylist just nodded like okay, influencer life, and kept curling.

Amelie let her head fall back again, staring at the ceiling, phone balanced on her stomach.

The truth was, she hadn’t gone out—or really done anything—in weeks. Not since they got to Maui. Not since everything started to feel kind of dull around the edges again. Not since she caught herself skipping lunch two days in a row and had to force herself to eat a granola bar so Alex wouldn’t notice.

The truth was, she’d been quiet. Small.

But maybe tonight didn’t have to be.

Fuck it.

She grabbed her phone again and typed:

Amelie: cinco de mayo is literally not even a real holiday you gringos Amelie: but fuck it Amelie: i’ll be home in an hour. don’t touch the patrón without me.

Alex immediately sent a string of fireworks emojis.

Minnie🖤: 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽 mexican excellence loading

Amelie smiled down at the screen, a real one this time, before locking it and setting it face-down.

By the time she got back to the villa, the sun was setting and the whole place already smelled like lime, salt, and absolute chaos.

Minnie had raided the kitchen and turned the counter into a makeshift bar. She was in one of Amelie’s old swimsuits, a glittery green bikini top with jeans cut so high they were barely legal, shouting at Alexa to play Gasolina, bitch! while pouring shots.

Alex had on a sombrero. A fucking sombrero.

—You’re both going to hell,— Amelie said as she dropped her bag, already giggling.

—We know,— they said at the same time.

Minnie practically tackled her into a hug.

—This is gonna be your comeback party, you hear me? The vibes are immaculate. You're gonna feel alive again if I have to physically force joy into your veins.—

—You say that like you're not about to get so drunk you try to kiss Alex again.—

—That was ONE TIME.—

—It was two times,— Alex said from the kitchen. —And the second time you asked if I was a plant.—

Amelie wheezed.

—You guys are unbelievable. I can’t take you anywhere.—

—Good thing we’re quarantined in paradise then,— Minnie grinned, shoving a lime wedge into her hand.

—Tequila?—

Amelie hesitated. For half a second.

—Pour it.—

Alex whooped, and Minnie practically bounced as she grabbed the bottle.

And for the first time in a long time, Amelie didn’t feel like she was dragging herself through the day.

She felt like the her that Cam used to call a “spark.” She felt like the girl Lando teased at 2 a.m. on Discord. She felt like someone still alive inside her skin.

And tonight? She was gonna let that girl come out.

Even if it was just with two idiots and a very questionable understanding of Mexican history.

Cinco de fucking drinko. Let’s go.

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elysiadayman: so you’re just gonna post this and not warn me first → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman u sound like mum when she sees my outfits

f1sluttycorner: lando seeing this from a hotel room like 🧍‍♂️ → charleslemonade: @f1sluttycorner he’s zooming in with two fingers crying

mclarenmami: okay but imagine being the sun and getting to hit her like that → flameforlan: @mclarenmiami the sun is winning. nature is thriving.

alexwolffofficial: i took them and i deserve royalties → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial u also made me do a trust fall into a wave

jackdayman: shocking lack of sunscreen usage → ameliedayman: @jackdayman shocking lack of personality

landonorris: did the ocean survive? → ameliedayman: @landonorris barely. she’s recovering.

lanfan89: hawaii really said “this is her era now”

gridgirlyy: not to be dramatic but she invented summer → georgerussellsbrow: @georgerussellsbrow tell me this isn’t what botticelli meant with birth of venus

gracieabrams: this post is violent and i support it → ameliedayman: @gracieabrams just doing my civic duty x

maxfewtrell: don’t lie you brought a ring light to the beach → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell and what about it

madisonbeer: ok but WHY do you look this expensive on a tuesday → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer my bank account would disagree

sunkissedforlan: i get why lando fumbled now. this is career-ending → ameliecorefan: @sunkissedforlan bro he’s still fumbling he just does it privately now

lanmelie.hearts: she posts and all of a sudden germany’s weather improves??? coincidence??

tropicaltoto: the beach saw her and said “i’ll do my best” → beachboylando: @beachboylando lando’s next insta story is gonna be him crying into a sunset

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Amelie was drunk.

Not tipsy, not floaty, not that cute flushed stage with glossy eyes and giggles—no. This was full-body-drunk. Dizzy, swaying, tequila-shimmering-through-her-blood drunk. The kind of drunk where everything was a good idea and nothing could go wrong because she was a goddess of chaos and her limbs didn’t know gravity.

Minnie and Alex were matching her energy shot for shot, both equally unhinged. Gasolina was blasting so loud the windows rattled, and Amelie was barefoot, twirling in the living room in one of Alex’s oversized shirts, her glittery bikini still underneath, damp from when they jumped in the pool fully clothed just an hour ago.

Minnie had glitter on her cheeks and a salt ring crusted around her wrist from too many bad licks. Alex was attempting a TikTok dance with a piñata hat on.

It was unholy.

Amelie was laughing so hard her ribs ached, arm around Minnie as they swayed like drunk girls in the bathroom line at Coachella.

And then...

Ding.

Her phone lit up from the coffee table.

Ding ding.

Her brain short-circuited.

Oh my god what if it’s Lando.

She made a noise—a squeaky gasp, like a child catching Santa in the living room—and dove for the phone, nearly tripping over Alex’s sombrero. She slid across the hardwood, tequila bottle still clutched in her left hand like a holy relic, and snatched her phone up.

Minnie cackled behind her. —Girl you good?—

But Amelie didn’t answer.

Because it wasn’t Lando.

It was Joshua.

Her tequila grin faltered for half a second.

Joshua: that party was wild lolJoshua: when are you coming back to LA? 👀

Her brain hiccuped. She blinked hard.

Oh.

Right.

That.

The party before Maui. Before she left LA. When she was bored and sad and already tipsy when Joshua showed up. He’d looked hot. Smiled easy. Said all the right things. And she was lonely. So yeah, they’d kissed. Okay, they’d made out behind someone’s couch while a Frank Ocean song played in the background. It hadn’t meant anything. He wasn’t even really on her radar.

Except now he was texting her. And now she was tequila-tipsy enough to maybe flirt back.

She balanced the bottle on her knee and started typing with one hand.

Minnie squinted suspiciously from across the room, swaying slightly in time with the music as she downed the rest of her own drink. Her radar for drunk texting chaos was fine-tuned by years of watching Amelie make Very Questionable Choices after midnight.

—Who’s got you smiling like a little gremlin?— she asked, skipping over to plop down beside her on the couch, nearly knocking over the tequila bottle.

Amelie made a vague noise. —No one. Shut up.—

Alex, mid spin with the piñata hat now lopsided on his curls, immediately perked up.

—Absolutely someone. Is it Lando? Did he send a thirst trap? Let me see. I need to know what our collective son-in-law is doing.—

Amelie tried to curl her body around the phone protectively, like a raccoon guarding a glowing orb.

—It’s not Lando, okay? Just... someone from LA.—

Minnie narrowed her eyes. —Someone? From LA? What does that mean?—

Alex paused. His eyes sharpened like a hawk spotting prey. —Wait. Hold on. Why do you look like you got caught stealing candy?—

—I didn't,— Amelie insisted, hiccuping slightly and smiling way too hard for her own good as she kept typing with one hand, tequila sloshing precariously in the other. —It’s just… someone I ran into before Maui. Chill.—

Minnie and Alex exchanged a look.

Then, like the feral gremlin she was, Minnie lunged.

—HEY!—

Amelie shrieked, half-laughing, half-panicking, clutching her phone tighter. —Minnie, don’t you dare!— she squealed, trying to roll away on the couch like a drunk burrito.

But Minnie had cat reflexes and tequila determination. She snatched the phone clean from Amelie’s hand.

Amelie gasped dramatically. —TRAITOR!—

Alex cackled like he was watching a telenovela finale, now fully invested. —SPILL. THE. TEA.—

Minnie squinted at the screen.

Then her face morphed.

—Joshua?— she said slowly.

Alex blinked. —Joshua who?—

Her eyes widened.

—Joshua Bassett.—

The room went dead silent.

Even the music seemed to hiccup for a second.

Amelie blinked owlishly. —I told you to chill.—

Alex’s jaw dropped. —Bitch. Are you serious?—

Minnie looked like she was trying to compute a Matrix glitch. —You mean Olivia’s ex-boyfriend Joshua Bassett? The guy with the eyebrows and the acoustic guitar and the whole like, "you betrayed me" lore? THAT Joshua?—

Amelie winced. —Okay yes, but it wasn’t... like... it’s not like that.—

Alex flopped onto the floor, arms spread like he’d just been shot. —You made out with High School Musical Drama King Bassett?—

—I was drunk! He was there! He said something nice and then I blinked and we were behind the couch!—

—You blinked and suddenly his tongue was down your throat?— Minnie shrieked.

Amelie pointed the tequila bottle at her accusingly. —Do not judge me, you're the one who kissed Alex twice and asked if he was a ficus.—

Alex, still on the floor: —To be fair, I am tall and give off strong plant energy.—

Minnie swatted him with a couch pillow.

Minnie was still clutching Amelie’s phone like it was radioactive, staring at the screen like it might spontaneously combust. Her eyes darted back to Amelie.

—You’re texting him? Like... ongoing texting? This isn’t a one-time mistake thing?—

Amelie flopped backward onto the couch with a groan, the tequila bottle resting dangerously on her chest like some kind of cursed emotional support baby. —It’s casual, okay? Chill. We’re just… vibing.—

—Vibing?— Alex echoed from the floor, now sitting cross-legged like a kindergarten teacher about to teach phonics. —With Joshua “I wrote a song about my heartbreak and made the world cry” Bassett? That vibing?—

—Yes! No! Kind of! I don’t know!— Amelie dragged a hand down her face, groaning. —I wasn’t planning anything, alright? He was just—there. And it was a weird night, and I was already on, like, drink number five, and he smelled really fucking good. And now we’ve just... been texting a bit. It’s nothing serious.—

Minnie’s mouth was still hanging open, the screen of Amelie’s phone lighting up again with a new message.

Joshua: you looked insane that night btw 👀 like in the best way lol

Minnie turned the screen toward Alex without saying a word.

Alex’s eyes bulged like a cartoon. —INSANE IN THE BEST WAY?—

Minnie whispered, stunned: —They’re flirting. Like full emoji and backhanded compliment flirting. I need to sit down.—

—You are sitting.— Amelie muttered.

—Emotionally, Amelie. I need to sit emotionally.—

Alex looked personally betrayed. —Wait, wait, wait. This happened before we came to Maui?—

Amelie nodded slowly.

—So you’ve been here acting like you’re off the grid and zen and healing or whatever, while secretly texting Disney Channel’s softboi heartbreak prince?—

—I was healing,— Amelie argued, sitting up unsteadily. —Healing doesn’t mean you have to become a nun. You guys said to get back out there and have fun and... well, okay, technically I fell onto a couch and started making out with someone who used to date my friend, but that’s not the point.—

Minnie narrowed her eyes. —Wait. Does Olivia know?—

Amelie paused. Her silence was answer enough.

Alex wheezed. —GIRL.—

—Look, I didn’t even think about Olivia in the moment, alright? She and I aren’t even that close anymore, and it’s not like I’m marrying Joshua! It was one dumb kiss at a dumb party and now we’re just... casually chatting.—

—Chatting.— Minnie repeated flatly.

—Chatting.— Alex echoed, sipping from his drink like he was on an episode of Real Housewives.

Amelie threw a pillow at both of them. —You’re being so dramatic.—

—Me? Me?— Minnie held the pillow to her chest. —You kissed Joshua Bassett and thought we wouldn't find out. You're lucky I didn’t post a TikTok mid-argument just now.—

Amelie giggled despite herself. —You would’ve gone viral though.—

Alex pointed. —Don’t distract with charm. I’m still spiraling over this. Do you like him? Like, like-like?—

She hesitated. Looked down at the tequila in her lap.

Then shrugged. —I don’t know. Maybe. I mean… he’s funny. And sweet. And... I don’t know. It’s easy with him. There’s no pressure.—

Minnie softened slightly. —Not like with Lando.—

Amelie froze.

Just for a second.

Then gave a tiny shrug that didn’t reach her eyes. —Lando’s different.—

Alex raised a brow. —You still haven’t told him, have you? About Joshua.—

—Why would I?— Amelie said too quickly. —It doesn’t matter. We're just friends. He doesn’t need to know about Joshua.—

Silence.

Alex and Minnie exchanged a glance that said this girl is absolutely in denial but chose not to push it.

Instead, Minnie leaned forward and poured three more shots. —Alright. You can have your Joshua secret... for now. But if he shows up and tries to sing at you, we’re throwing a chair.—

—Deal,— Amelie snorted, clinking her shot against theirs.

And as they all tipped back the next round of tequila, Gasolina hit its chorus again, and just like that...

The chaos resumed.

But somewhere deep inside, under the alcohol and glitter and laughter, Amelie’s chest twinged.

Because now her phone had two names she waited for.

And only one of them made her heart stutter.

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