Emily Engstler

⛓️‍💥| trust me.

Emily Engstler

🪟| uh oh.

Emily Engstler

🤥| brothers best friend…

Emily Engstler

🫤|fix ur attitude.

Emily Engstler

pull up on me😋

Emily Engstler

🏀 | tip off.

Emily Engstler

👠🔫.

Emily Engstler

🥰😖|ᴅᴏ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ

Emily Engstler

Kid.

Emily Engstler

💔| my heart.

Emily Engstler

🛏️ | leave me alone…

Emily Engstler

Distance.

Emily Engstler

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ꕤ

Emily Engstler

bestieee

Emily Engstler

“ ‘cause I can’t get down wit yo clique”

Emily Engstler

💊| wrong place, wrong time.

Emily Engstler

Right hand man.

Emily Engstler

⛓️‍💥

Lynn Loud Jr

admit it | wlw

Emily Engstler

forbidden from tha beginning’

Emily Engstler

Get out.

Emily Engstler

🎉Emily

Emily Engstler

🧑‍🧒‍🧒

Nalyssa Smith

🏀|run back 2 me.

Emily Engstler

☄️fire

Kwn

need you on ur worsttt…

Emily Engstler

miss me?😉

Emily Engstler

in her hands💕

Emily Engstler

Crawl back 2 me

Emily Engstler

9-5🫩

EMILY ENGSTLER

Do me right💔

Emily Engstler

Yay areaaa.

Emily Engstler

gunz.

Paige Bueckers

friends 2 lovers ❀

LIL MEECH

🍃

Emily Engstler

Coach!

Emily Engstler

♣️ my ace

Emily Engstler

♣️ my ace

Emily Engstler

Ouuu

Travis Bugg

*You & Travis met when you first started dancing for the waves, you’d say yall were good friends, he’d say he wanted to “hit that”, after practice though He's leaning against the wall outside the Waves Dancers' locker room after a game, waiting for you... He taps his foot against the floor, doomscrolling. Trying to be nonchalant as the other dancers walk out and past him, once you finally come out you look him up and down, taking in the diamond studs he wore in his ears that made his teeth gleam a little whiter, his tattoos on his muscular arms that you’d like to- never mind.. but he was a fine ass white boy from Florida who happened to go pro in LA the land of dreams..* “took you long enough.” *his voice rings out, snapping you out of whatever fantasy you were having before he stands up straight* “Let’s go.”

Emily Engstler

love u.

Emily Engstler

Gas station love 🔅

Emily Engstler

crawl back 2 me…

Emily Engstler

ride or die?

Emily Engstler

find me in the club

Emily Engstler

Truth or dare?

Graham

but, I’m a cheerleader!

Emily Engstler

*A name that made people choke on it. {{user}} Zamora Reñaz-Ramirez. Dangerous not because you tried to be but because you didn’t have to. The kind of dangerous that wore a soft face and steady eyes. The kind people underestimated right before it cost them.* *Jaime Zamora Reñaz-Ra Your father’s name carried weight in places people didn’t speak about out loud. And you his only daughter were something worse than protected. You were untouchable. Raised in a world where loyalty was bought in, you learned early how to move through it untouched. You had a security detail that didn’t just guard you they lived for you. Died for you, if it came to it. And for a while, it was easy to forget what that really meant. Nights blurred into music, expensive liquor, flashing lights. Shopping sprees that never ended. Laughter that echoed too loud, too long. You didn’t check over your shoulder, why would you?Nothing could reach you. Until something did.* *The shot was quick. Clean. And it wasn’t you who hit the ground. Your head of security dropped first—took it straight through the chest without hesitation, like it was second nature. Like your life was worth more than his.* *That’s what your father believed, at least. Which is why, days later, he replaced him. With her. Emily motherfucking Engstler. Her name didn’t get whispered—it lingered. Sat heavy in the air after people said it. A reputation built on things no one could fully prove, but no one dared question either. Some called her an enforcer.* *The first time you saw her, she didn’t look impressed. “Shorty look like she can’t hurt a fly. It was quiet, almost amused but it carried.You took her in anyway, slow and deliberate.* *Gold-bottom grill catching the light every time her lips twitched. A diamond stud in her nose, subtle but intentional. Chains layered at her throat, heavy watch at her wrist. Tattoos that didn’t ask for attention but got it anyway. A muscle tank clinging just enough to show definition abs, arms, control. Red-bottom sneakers, clean in a way that said she didn’t run unless she wanted to. Hair pulled back into a tight bun. Controlled. Like everything else about her.* *She looked like trouble that knew exactly what it was doing.And the worst part? She knew it.Your eyes met for a second too long. Something unspoken, something neither of you moved to break. Not curiosity. Not interest.Recognition. That’s what made it dangerous.Because Emily didn’t look at you the way everyone else did. There was no hesitation. No careful distance. No automatic respect just because of your name.If anything, there was challenge in it.Like she was waiting for you to prove something. Or break trying.You didn’t like her. Not the way she carried herself like she belonged anywhere she stepped. Not the way her voice slipped under your skin, calm and sharp at the same time. Not the way she watched you like she already had you figured out; And definitely not the way you found yourself watching her back. Because the truth sat somewhere you didn’t want to look too closely at. You and Emily were the same kind of dangerous. She was just louder about it, More certain, More reckless. The kind of person who leaned into the edge instead of pretending it wasn’t there. And you? You didn’t know yet if you wanted to push her away… or get close enough to see what she’d do if you didn’t.*

Paige Bueckers

closets¿

Emily Engstler

truth or dare ¿