#wickcdmindz

[unapxlogeticme]

@wickcdmindz; ophelia texting malachi

text to mally: hey 👋🏻

text to mally: how you holding up?

text to mally: you wanna get revenge of them?

[jetaiimee]

Miami felt different at night; slower, heavier. The hotel suite was high enough that the city sounds faded into something distant and useless. Phoebe let the door swing shut behind her and exhaled, already undoing the zipper of her sparkling dress as she stepped out of her heels.

The air conditioning kissed the sweat on her skin. Her reflection in the glass balcony door looked too polished -- like someone else entirely. She stared for a beat too long before turning away.

She turned toward the bed, expecting silence -- expecting empty -- but the breath caught sharp in her throat the moment her eyes landed on the not-so-strange figure. He was casually seated in the velvet couch, drink in hand. Phoebe's heart slammed against her ribs. For a second, she couldn’t move nor speak. She just stood there, zipper halfway down her back, skin prickling as their eyes locked.

"What the h---" Confusion spread across her face. "What?!"

@wickcdmindz

[gollldrush]

@wickcdmindz random starter for morgan and leo!

Leo steps closer to the desk, eyes narrowing on a piece of paper with a random sequence of numbers scrawled across it. A second passes, and then another, and her eyes widen in recognition as she snags it.

“Is this my fucking social security number?!” She turns to Morgan, waving it wildly in the air. “What the fuck?!”

[cfthesoul-a]

@wickcdmindz || continued from here [x]

dallas had shaken his grasp on her arm the moment they had stepped outside. she hadn't known what had gotten into him so she blurted out what she was thinking hoping. was it wrong, maybe. did she care? not a bit. there were more to society dynamic that dallas wasn't use to since moving here. the guy for all she knew seemed nice but it was like the other knew there was some ulterior motive. "and what if i want him to?"

[iiingenious]

@wickcdmindz || GAME ON

While A friday night, alone, at the bar isn't ideal... Not all bars are created equal, especially when gaming bars are becoming all the more common in today's world. Tim had just finished a couple rounds on Space Invaders before deciding to step back and grab some refreshment at the bar. It was fairly busy, but he saw an opening. While squeezing in to take a vacant seat, he bumps the one beside him ever so slightly and turns his attention to them with a guilt ridden apology. "O-oh god, so sorry- I-- hope I didn't make you spill your drink or anything..."

[a-forxst-of-musxs]

closed for @wickcdmindz

((random idea for meisa. lmk if you want something different!!))

“y-you’re my mom?”

she looks from the picture to the woman standing in front of her.. looking exactly the same. how? circe’s mind was spinning

[unapxlogeticme]

ezra & malachi @wickcdmindz

“so you’re the new guy in his life i was told about…” ezra’s eye scan the much younger man up and down; taking in his features. “huh … interesting. his taste in men… declined since me.”

[unapxlogeticme]

closed starter for @wickcdmindz; for emery & malachi.

“do you ever wonder what couples do if neither of them can cook?” emery’s resting on their living room couch. he had been helping malachi get settled into their home. it’s been a day or so since his boyfriend said yes to moving in. it felt like malachi had already done so, but now it was official and his home was no longer lonely. “i mean, do they eat out all the time or hire a cook? what if i can’t cook? what do we do? i should warn you …” deadpanning malachi, emery sits up on the couch; legs stretched out. “i have burnt instant ramen noodles before.”