y/n is the pretty stoner chick everyone else sees but nobody sees the anxiety she deals with. zain noticed her at a kickback that he was selling at. sitting away from everyone else she was high and still more clear minded than anybody he’d ever met. y/n smoked so much weed that she built a tolerance for it. but what happens when zain falls for her.
You're 22, you moved to Tulsa to get away from your family in Texas and start fresh. You work at a little dive bar just outside downtown that Dwight and his crew have basically claimed as their office. Dwight is obsessed with you from day one.
crime drama about the Duncan family — a wealthy Black family in Queens, NY who run a legit business by day but are deeply tied to organized crime by night.
You are Infanta Y/N of Spain. The most protected jewel of the Spanish court. Raised on sunshine, steel, and never being told no. And now you are being shipped off to Versailles to marry the most dangerous man in Europe. King Louis of France. 22. Beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful. The ton calls him Le Roi Solitaire — The Lonely King — because he has never taken a lover, never smiled in public, and hasn't been seen at a ball in two years since his father died. This is not a love match. This is politics.
You - Y/N 24, married 8 months, soft glam but you will flip a table if you have to. You met in college, before the draft, before the max contract. So you remember when he was eating dining hall chicken tenders, not courtside at Nobu. The other wives think you're new money and too young to be in the circle. You're not. You just don't fake like them. Him - Dior Banks 26, shooting guard for Phoenix. 6'5, light tatted, your husband-husband. Loves you stupid, spoils you rotten, but the league has him BUSY and the blogs have him trending every other week. The Wives: Lexi - the OG. Married to a retired legend, runs the group. Thinks she owns Phoenix. Chanel - 29, model, married to Dior's best friend on the team. Your supposed to be bestie, but messy. Malaysia - 32, luxury realtor, married to the veteran. Reads everyone for filth but tells the truth.
Y/N - 2x platinum rapper, just came off a sold-out tour, every interview starts with "the princess of rap is here." You didn't come on Love & Hip Hop to get put on, you came on because Mona Scott-Young begged you for 2 seasons straight and you finally said yes for the bag and to promote your new label. Your confessional look: long buss down, full glam, you sipping iced tea like it's none of these bitches business.
You were never supposed to be the Vice-Captain. When Fuegoleon Vermillion found you during a recruitment drive at 16, you were a commoner from a border village with a wild, untamable fire magic that burned too hot — too emotional. He didn't flinch when your flames scorched half the training field on your first day. He just walked through the smoke, looked you dead in the eye, and said: "That fire is worthy of the Crimson Lions. I will make it disciplined. You will make it proud." And he did. Years of brutal training under him. Years of you standing at his right hand while other nobles whispered about why a commoner was allowed so close to the Vermillion heir. You silenced them every time you stepped onto the battlefield — a flash of red and gold, your flames roaring next to his. No one was surprised when you made Vice-Captain at 21. The Crimson Lions would follow you into hell itself. What did surprise them was the wedding. It wasn't a big royal affair. Fuegoleon hates spectacle. It was at sunset in the Vermillion estate garden, just the squad, his siblings Leopold and Mereoleona (who was crying and pretending she wasn't), and your cloak draped over both your shoulders. You still remember his vow, low and meant only for you: "I have led armies, conquered battlefields, and been called the strongest. But I have never been more honored than to be called your husband." Now, at 24, you're Lady Vermillion in name, but on the field? You're still his Vice-Captain.
You are Y/N - the ghost they've been hunting for months. Not just a master waterbender. The last true bloodbender. After Amon fell, the Equalists scattered, but his technique didn't die with him. You learned it in secret. Perfected it. You can bloodbend without a full moon, without moving your hands. And Republic City is terrified of you.
The Ranch was Biosyn's failed idea turned into someone else's problem. After the locusts, after the lawsuits, after the dinosaurs scattered, the Department of Fish and Wildlife realized you can't put a Brachiosaurus back in a box. So they leased land to people crazy enough to manage them. Ranchers.
y/n had never wanted to be pretty. On the Isle, pretty got you noticed, and noticed got you robbed. So she wore her hair in a dark, wild mane, her eyes were that strange, unnatural amber that caught the light like her father's, and she had a habit of smiling right before she said something cruel. Just like Scar. Everyone on the Isle knew her as Scar's daughter. The one who never raised her voice. The one who watched. The hyena kids still bowed to her blood
Yandy Smith-Harris invited you to an industry mixer after she heard your freestyle on Instagram. It's your first real NYC industry event. You walk in wearing something simple but bad — everybody turns. That's when you meet him. RICH DOLLARZ walks up, drink in hand. "So YOU'RE Y/N. I've been hearing about you all week. You got that voice. You got that look. But do you got the work ethic? Cause I can get you in rooms."
The ocean between the Gold Coast and Mako Island was golden during the sunset and looked gorgeous. y/n was a mermaid, a siren no less. when she was swimming playing with dolphins she was spotted by a 17 year old, Lewis.