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Dirt and grime have been scrubbed away, replaced with the scent of artificial gardenia and peaches. She doesn't bother putting on anything more than the usual lace thong and tank top; no designated pajamas. As soon her hair is brushed out along with actually completing what one could consider a manageable skincare routine, Mina pads over to the bed where @learningtodie lays.

"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?" Frenchie asks.

"Sometimes." She replies. Under the covers she crawls. "Depending on the mood it either sounds appealing or vastly overrated."

On her side V lounges, head resting in one hand while with her free hand she plays with his hair. "Picture it. You just an average ripper and me some poor overworked programmer. I come into your clinc one day when my normal ripper is all booked up. The first time we're awkward but cordial. Then I come around a couple of more times...probably because your accent is cute and your smile is contagious." Fingers trail down to trace his jawline. The ghost of soft smile tugging at her lips. "We go on several dates. There's firework sparks when we kiss for the first time. Then we move in together and just...." Exist.

Words left to hang on a breath while she cups his face. The scenarios are endless and as vast as the number of romcoms. On the surface a quiet existence sounds nice. Yet would it be satisfactory? What makes life worth living for people that don't chase big aspirations and near unattainable dreams?

With a light huff, V rolls to lay on her back and stare at the ceiling. "Honestly though, I don't know what I would want or be if I was just normal. What do you picture if you were just some regular Joe?"

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Random thought of the night but Mina doesn't bother taking down the posters in her lil sleeping cubby at all; it's too much work. So (sadly) sleeping and fucking in her bed means the high chance of making eye contact with some big titty pinup, Kurt Cobain, or Peter Steele.

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›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

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aesthetic edits

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Who do I have to pay to write the best dead bff? 👀

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Killing in the Name is one of my favorite sidequests. And what makes it hilarious is that Mina absolutely falls for it even though she should know better!! Especially because it's something in the realm of what she & Banshee would do!!

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Despite being unconventional for working as a mercenary/Solo (as well as netrunning), Mina tends to keep her hair on the much longer side; usually down to top or mid thighs. It's not uncommon for her to keep purple highlights or streaks in it. And like other aspects of her outward appearance, she takes good care of her hair. The areas for ports and slots, such as the netrunning port in the back of her head, are kept shaved and tamed. Yet even still, her hair is long & full enough to hide them. Why does she keep it such a length? Especially when it could be grabbed in a situation that isn't fun? The simple and most important answer is because that's just how she likes it. Preference & vanity. Of course if need be, she will tie it up. And doing the highlights can be an absolute pain, much like the rest of the maintenance of it. But to Mina it's worth it.

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"You smell so good" thanks I taste better.

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sabrina carpenter for SKIMS, april 2024 ౨ৎ⋆˚｡♱⋆ ‎ ‎

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4 Relationship Headcanons ♡ @rockerb0y

Dominance; They're both stubborn, independent and dominant personalities. Which can result in butting heads depending on the issue at hand. And while she's not one to easily back down, the one area with him that she folds and submits without much hassle is sexually. That doesn't mean she won't push back, won't tussle for control, initiate or be a bit bratty. But it's just it's an area she doesn't mind relenting in. Part of it has to do with trust yet also a portion of it is just because that's something she likes/enjoys with him. To his credit, he certainly knows just how to get her wrapped around his fingers.

Fighting, Arguing, Banter; There's a level of arguing and verbal back & forth that's just a love language to them --- a way that they flirt. That and play fighting as well. When it comes to actual arguments, it's inevitable. Normal even. As mentioned before, they both have that headstrong personality with a temper to match. Which leads to disagreements. Sometimes it's more like the crackle of a firecracker while other times it's the equivalent of throwing a molotov at a gas station. Being so well bonded, they know how each other functions, including which buttons to press; how to metaphorically twist fingers in an open wound. Things can easily escalate. How it ends varies on a case by case basis. Could be an attempt at the cold shoulder, separating for a period of time, or just a brief moment to cool down. If they split off, like usual there's that ache of separation which can lead to not being away from the other for very long. No matter how explosive or severe the confrontation, they always make up. A verbal apology perhaps, though more commonly through physical affection (re: makeouts & fucking; kisses are acceptable payouts as well). Of course when sharing the same meatspace, getting into arguments and reconciling is more expedited ordeal. Fight, ignore each other for a bit, and possibly apologize or just move on. No matter how upset or enraged at each other, if one is in dire straights, the other doesn't hesitate to bail them out.

Reminders; Besides the typical bite & scratch marks, Mina likes having reminders of him around the apartment. Random guitar picks, clothes (shirts she may or may not wear), the smell of his cologne on the sheets, photographs from a couple of times they've ventured into a photobooth for some decent and indecent pics. And if he happens to have or ever get his own space or place, she'll absolutely leave behind physical evidence of herself: clothes (underwear), jewelry, tubes of lipstick/lipgloss, perfume/body spray, pocket knives, hair ties, books.

Separation; When sharing a vessel, the two of them melded in a way that transcends explanation; two souls forever tied, mixed like acrylic paint. Such a trait still exists even when they're split. However they do retain their own individuality alongside the quirks of being bonded how they were. Not only that, there's times in the beginning of his revival Mina has moments and forgets they're both corporeal. Like she runs/bumps into him instead of through him. Or that they have to actually talk to communicate; neither of them can converse via telepathy or thoughts, just actual verbal words. So just picture, she looks him dead in the face silently, going on a whole tirade in her mind only to get upset when he's not answering because it doesn't work like that anymore.

Honorable mentions:

She has a habit of rubbing her face/cheek against him in a fashion similar to that of a cat.

Most common date is ride arounds. Day, night; bike or car. Just aimlessly driving through the city or badlands, cutting up and listening to music.

Mina enjoys watching & listening to him play guitar. Commonly asks "how did you do that?" or sometimes "Can I try?"

Their bond no matter what it is, is unconditional and ride or die; till death do they part. And in the end, he's the person she trusts the most.

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TATE MCRAE it's ok i'm ok (2024)

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the feminine urge to end all arguments with “suck my dick”

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Thank you? Damn talk about real flattery. Being a Solo is in many cases, a thankless job. Or rather money is the closest thing to appreciation to get shown. Which usually is satisfactory enough. It is nice though to hear acknowledgement of deeds once in a blue moon however.

V wastes no time in starting the car up. Quick though, she reaches to not only turn the volume down but change the station on the radio. Blasting metal is good for road rage and mosh pits, not with keeping infants lulled to tranquility. Instead she puts it on the station she's found that plays golden oldies of Jpop; smooth, jazzy almost --- a reminder of a time long past. The volume low enough not to disturb but audible enough to fill in expected uncomfortable silences.

"Means I did my job well." It's a wise crack of an answer but not stinging. "If you have to use a name for me, it's V. Just V." Minako & V are both the same entity but also separate. The withholding of her truest name (the legal one), is nothing personal. Truly even among the people she holds near and dear, only a few know it. At least two have taken it to their graves with them.

Away from the unfolding chaos she drives. She doesn't believe MaxTac will be involved. PD will have the gonks either in cuffs or body bags within an hour. But that's not her problem.

"So...a couple things that may or may not sound dickish. Firstly, who did you steal that baby from?" A glance spared from the road to Noah; quick and just enough to get what she can of a better look at him. She supposes he's cute. For the time being. Never has she been one to go starry-eyed over babies, never one to crave holding them or even wanting one (the thought makes her stomach churn). Not to mention the certain lack of maternal instincts. Cats are still cuter. "Secondly, you followed? People gonna be busting down doors to find you?" With each inquiry a finger is barely lifted from the steering wheel, the sunlight catching the glitter upon plum colored acrylic talons nails.

The passenger door closes with a soft but decisive click, sealing her inside the world of chrome and leather and smoke. For a moment, the silence is deafening. The car‘s curved interior is cold to the touch, slick with the scent of nicotine that clings like a second skin. It stings her eyes and her pride in equal measure. Good Heavens, how she craves a fucking cigarette right now. She has spent her life recoiling from the vices of women like this—ink-stained, chrome-laced, unapologetic whores creatures who breathed the same air and still somehow lived in another world entirely. But the very woman she judges is the same woman risking her own safety for her son, and in this moment, she feels shame for every terrible thought she’s ever had about her and women like her.

Her hands tremble, ever so slightly, as she checks Noah’s sling, adjusting it with careful, practiced movements. The rhythm soothes her. The soft rise and fall of his tiny chest against her own is the only real peace she’s known in days—perhaps months. Perhaps years. He is quiet now. He smells of milk and warmth, of something real and human in a world that has all but forgotten how to be either. Serena brushes her lips to his temple, and breathes him in like sacrament. Her eyes close.

Then her gaze shifts. Magenta optics shimmer in the periphery, casting Serena in hues she once called unnatural, abominable. Now, they just remind her how far she’s fallen—or risen. It depends, she supposes, on how you measure grace. And who gets to measure it. She knows, without doubt, that if not for the child in her arms, she would not be here right now. That this woman would have left her in the gutter, maybe bleeding, maybe worse. She clings to the fragile thread of mercy she’s been handed.

❛ Praise be, thank you…❜ she says softly, voice hoarse with fatigue, with years of swallowed rage. It’s not the kind of thanks one offers a friend. It’s the kind you give a reluctant savior. Noah shifts slightly, his head tucked beneath her chin. She feels a pulse in her throat. Fear. Relief. It’s hard to tell the difference anymore. Somewhere in the distance, she hears sirens. Closer than she would like.

❛ I never learned your name, ❜ she says finally. Her voice is tentative, almost polite. This feels strange, and she doesn’t know how to approach it.

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

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›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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look book 2/???

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