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sunnitheapollokid · 2 days

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🎙️🌸┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄, 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 ‘𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑!

↳ hoo boys x popstar princess headcanons <3

characters in this thread : percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, frank zhang. ೃ࿔₊•

☀️ sunni’s notes : THIS IDEA HAS BEEN ENGRAVED IN MY MIND FOR FOREVA! and i finally get to write about it because my writer’s block is slowly goin’ away 🫶 (barely) i haven’t checked my notifs because i’m tryna do a semi-break right now!! but i wanted to post something for y’all >0< ANYWAYYY obvi it’s sabrina inspired because i love her i’m a true carpenter amen amen. GO STREAM ESPRESSO. happy reading bebis!! sunkisses, — sunni!

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ your biggest supporter!!!

୨୧ has all your merch. the cap? yeah, he’s got it. the shirt. got it. the stickers? jacket? don’t even need to ask him, he’s got it.

୨୧ obviously adores your singing voice, he makes you sing every chance he gets.

୨୧ percy knows how to play the guitar, both electric and acoustic so he usually makes appearances during your shows.

୨୧ YOUR FANBASE LOVES HIM?? like sometimes it seems like they love him more than you do.

୨୧ so many edits, like CRAZY amount of ship edits.

୨୧ he likes to take a peek on what your outfits look like, but you tell him it has to be a surprise!!

୨୧ if you succeed in hiding your fits, his jaw is dropped at the first sight of you on stage.

୨୧ knows all of your songs, plays them in the car, even when you tell him not to.

୨୧ “WHAT’S THIS?? ESPRESSO?? BY WHAT?? WHO’S THIS SINGER?”

୨୧ “oh shut it.”

୨୧ his favorite color’s blue, so sometimes you wear blue accessories on stage.

୨୧ almost signifying that you’re bringing a part of him on stage.

୨୧ you wear blue bows, bracelets, maybe a few rings.

୨୧ percy absolutely melts when you do, because he knows exactly that you’re thinking of him.

୨୧ you even have a seperate blue mic just for him.

୨୧ during tours, he gets busy with college so he can’t really come to every show, but he tries to watch it live even during lessons.

୨୧ “mr. jackson, if you don’t tuck your phone away i’ll make it a point to fail you.”

୨୧ “just mad you don’t have a popstar as a girlfriend.”

୨୧ “what was that?” — “nothing!”

୨୧ and he picks you up from the airport whenever you come back, every. single. time.

୨୧ co-wrote some songs with you, but likes to have you take the credit since you’re the singer anyway.

୨୧ songs include : “miss america & the heartbreak prince.” — “snooze.” — “somebody to you.” — “the only exception.” — “style.”

𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ calls you ‘princesa’ and ‘mi párajo cantor’ A LOTTT.

୨୧ and it still makes you flush everytime.

୨୧ leo valdez is the type to how do you say this??

୨୧ totally forget that you’re the ‘princess popstar’ sometimes.

୨୧ there was one time you two were on a date,

୨୧ leo watching you eat then he just goes,

୨୧ “.. YOU’RE A POPSTAR!!”

୨୧ and he shakes your shoulders like the world’s gonna end.

୨୧ “leo! leo! amor! quiet down!”

୨୧ always making sure he goes to ALL YOUR SHOWS.

୨୧ if your guitar / or any instrument ever breaks, he’s already there fixing it for you before you could tell him.

୨୧ likes to plan out your outfits, and almost all the time, THEY EAAAT!!

୨୧ “miss popstar princess!! who styled you today??”

୨୧ “oh! my boyfriend!”

୨୧ too, loves your singing voice. or your voice in general, he’s so whipped when he hears you say his name.

୨୧ WHEN HIS NAME IS IN YOUR SONGS??

୨୧ he’s gonna marry you.

୨୧ he has a t-shirt and in black bold letters it just says, “I LOVE MY POPSTAR GF.”

୨୧ the crowd loves seeing leo in the crowd hanging with your fans.

୨୧ he’s not much of a singer, but he’ll dance his heart out amongst your fans.

୨୧ flying kisses, so many flying kisses.

୨୧ he also likes doing your hair, and again, THEY EAAAT!!

୨୧ makes you think of how much of an amazing girl dad he would be.

୨୧ “guys do you see how cute my hair is?! leo did it!!”

୨୧ you give them a lil twirl, and the crowd goes wild.

୨୧ immedietly peppers you with kisses after a show backstage.

୨୧ he makes all your jewelry for you, since he’s good with metal anyhoo.

୨୧ you have a polaroid of you and him stuck to the back of your guitar.

୨୧ he has a polaroid of you on stage on his drum set.

୨୧ oh yeah, did i mention he’s drummer?

୨୧ some songs of yours don’t usually have drums in them, but when they do, you know who to call!!

୨୧ this man is defo sleep deprived.

୨୧ “mami? can you sing me to sleep?”

୨୧ he falls asleep to your voice in a snap, his arms wrapped around your waist like a glove.

୨୧ songs include : “that boy is mine.” — “this love.” — “espresso.” — “ready or not.” — “lover.” — “our song.”

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ jason loves the idea of you being a popstar!! but makes sure to let you know that even if you weren’t, he’d love you regardless.

୨୧ the man doesn’t dance, but he can sing pretty well.

୨୧ you’ll catch a glimpse of him humming and swaying to your songs in the crowd.

୨୧ OMG OMG. jason loves matching with you!!

୨୧ it’s sort of his way of saying ‘i love you and i’m here to support you all the way.’

୨୧ JSVAHGSBA

୨୧ sorry brain buffered there.

୨୧ his favorite outfits of you two were these blue and light purple coordinated oufits.

୨୧ the fans loved it. it was all over.

୨୧ you guys went trending a ton.

୨୧ #(name)andjason or your guys’ ship name on twitter went viral almost more than twenty times in the span of like— three months.

୨୧ jason doesn’t really care about the fame though.

୨୧ he still likes to go on those corny and normal fun dates with his girl.

୨୧ if the paparazzi comes to harass you, he genuinely but gently threatens them to leave you alone.

୨୧ can i just say,

୨୧ A GOD AT PHOTOGRAPHY.

୨୧ he knows all the good angles and poses.

୨୧ he’s your literal pocket camera.

୨୧ why hire a professional photographer when you had a boyfriend who can do it for you???

୨୧ “on your right baby— yeah, then turn there, that looks good.”

୨୧ “here jace? is my hair flat in the back?”

୨୧ “it’s never flat, you look great honey.”

୨୧ i just brain buffered again.

୨୧ OH OH!! jason plays the bass!! i think it would fit!

୨୧ he doesn’t like going on stage though, he’s super shy. and he has a hint of stage-fright on him.

୨୧ he’ll play some songs for you in private though! and you could hear some bass from him in a few of your songs.

୨୧ songs include : “daylight.” — “soulmate.” — “invisible string.” — “slut!” — “beautiful boy.” — “tattoed heart.”

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 ♪ ˖ *

୨୧ HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT.

୨୧ he’s your breath of fresh air when the fame gets too overwhelming.

୨୧ “hard day sweetie?”

୨୧ he gives you the best hugs when you come back from a shooting, a show, whichever.

୨୧ makes sure to stocks up all your snacks backstage for you.

୨୧ he got you a locket for your anniversary, and you wear it on stage.

୨୧ he smiles to himself everytime he catches a glimpse of it around your neck.

୨୧ what’s inside the locket you may ask??

୨୧ literally just him.

୨୧ and amen to that!

୨୧ just like jason, he likes to reassure you that even without the popstar thing— he loves you. body and soul.

୨୧ spoils you!! 100%!!

୨୧ he knows exactly what you want, your eye is caught by something while shopping, he’s hopping his ass inside that store to get it for you.

୨୧ makes the calls for you when you really can’t take it to go do popstar duties.

୨୧ and he makes sure your day off is the best ever, with snuggles and cocoa kisses.

୨୧ but during shows, he’s actually super chill!!

୨୧ except the part where he sings his heart out to every song, because he defo knows ALL YOUR SONGS.

୨୧ the fans are shocked sometimes, but they love him.

୨୧ he’s so friendly to your fans too!! during meet and greets he makes appearances, and he gives them the biggest hug ever.

୨୧ he also thanks them for supporting you, and it makes your heart melt.

୨୧ when you’re on stage, he makes the half of those finger hearts for you to complete— and of course you complete it!!

୨୧ songs include : “pov.” — “you are in love.” — “urs.” — “bewitched.” — “every summertime.” — “like the movies.”

#— sunni hyperfixates on demi-gods ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #pjoverse #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #jason grace x reader #frank zhang x reader #percy jackson headcanons #leo valdez headcanons #jason grace headcanons #frank zhang headcanons

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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paint the town red - part one

THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ERA

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biancastark_potts 'all the rumors are true'

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username bestie which driver will you be the race engineer for?

username is sebastian coming back? tell me that rumor is true

tonystark you're supposed to be working!

↳ biancastark_potts i am working. ask anyone. except harley, he'll lie to you.

↳ harleykeener she's being no help! spanish was not one of my public school requirements. i don't think i am qualified for this job.

↳ peterbparker I CAN SPEAK SPANISH! LET ME BE SAINZ'S RACE ENGINEER!

↳ harleykeener YOU FOCUS ON YOUR PHYSICS! LET ME HAVE THIS PARKER!

↳ biancastark_potts dad literally made you social media admin for the offical ferrari account. a mistake on his part truly.

↳ tonystark i regret everything now.

username so, stark will be race engineer for leclerc and keener for sainz?

↳ username an iconic group truly and i know nothing about this keener kid

↳ harleykeener i got a stark internship because i made a potato gun for tony one time when i was a child.

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scuderiaferrari meet ferrari's newest race engineers. bianca stark-potts (24) (left) will become charles leclerc's new race engineer, replacing xavier marcos. while harley keener (20) (right) will become carlos sainz' new race engineer, replacing riccardo adami. these two will also be taking on the roles of lead engineers for our cars and they know they can deliver a championship winning car. these two are excited to be taking on the world of formula one.

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📍peterbparker this was all proofread by mrs. pepper stark-potts. i would've gone with something like 'out with the old in with the new.' but apparently that's not professional or something.

username ferrari is about to become the most attractive team on the grid. i take no complaints.

↳ username no you're absolutely right.

username what exactly are their qualifications to becoming an f1 driver's race engineer?

↳ username bianca is an MIT and columbia graduate, she has a phd in mechanical engineering and a masters in electrical engineering. harley is a columbia graduate with a masters in mechanical engineering and studying at MIT for a masters in computer science and engineering. if anything they're overqualified for the job. they've also developed few of the suits tony stark's uses. definitely more qualified than ricciardo and xavier.

↳ username that doesn't matter, we'll finally have a decent car and might even win the drivers/constructors championships.

charles_leclerc welcome to the team!

↳ biancastark_potts thanks, happy to be here!

↳ harleykeener thank you, even if i'm not your race engineer.

carlossainz55 bienvenidos!

↳ harleykeener gracias, mi amigo. (i don't speak spanish that well. we'll both be struggling through this, as you saw last week.)

↳ biancastark_potts good luck with him. thanks for the welcome!

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scuderiaferrari you knew him as 4x world champion of red bull, you knew him as a ferrari driver, now you'll know him as ferrari's new team principal. ladies, gentleman, and non-binary folks, the formidable sebastian vettel is back!

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📍peterbparker not added was 'sorry not sorry we took your golden boy red bull' again, mrs. pepper potts-stark said that was unprofessional so i was forbidden from adding that. the urge to add a multi-21 joke in there was strong but i resisted.

↳ maxverstappen1 no need to rub it in. christian is crying. (i’m joking, he’s upset)

↳ peterbparker TU-TU-DU-DU MAX VERSTAPPEN!! (get me oscar piastri's number)

↳ maxverstappen1 no.

↳ peterbparker i'll settle for lando norris if you want. don't worry i'm not after either of your men (charles and danny)

↳ maxverstappen can i get you fired?

↳ biancastark_potts i've been trying since 2018 when he walked into my life. all i achieved was my parents emotionally adopting him.

username i fucking love this new ferrari admin. they're unhinged.

↳ peterbparker thanks, pepper does not find it as amusing. i've been told to keep it 'professional' until the season begins then i'm allowed to be unhinged.

username HE'S BACK! I KNEW RETIREMENT WOULDN'T LAST LONG.

username please tell me he is still caring for his bees. seb and his bees is iconic

↳ peterbparker proud to announce that seb and his bees will continue. we will be bringing awareness to the bees with every race. seb's buzzin' corner for every race? MR. STARK MAKE IT HAPPEN!

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scuderiaferrari mood cause we're back! preseason testing begins in two days!

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📍peterbparker i'm allowed to shit post now people! the ban has been lifted! WAR IS OVER!

↳ peterbparker I'VE BEEN FOUND BY PIERRE GASLY. NOOO! HOW COULD I HAVE BECOME A VICTIM SO SOON?

username admin is acting like a teenager

↳ peterbparker i'm 20.

↳ maxverstappen1 that explains it.

↳ peterbparker so about piastri's number...

↳ maxverstappen1 no.

↳ harleykeener you have a girlfriend parker.

↳ peterbparker she doesn't need to know

↳ michellejones this is a public instagram post

username let's hope stark industries can deliver with all the hype surrounding them taking over ferrari's f1 team.

↳ username i just hope they aren't being overhyped, because if they fail to deliver they'll be such a dissapointment.

¡leclerc-s speaks! you can blame charles' shitty race for this story. other than that we won't speak further on the events of the us grand prix (i'm living in delusion) (congrats to logan for scoring his first points and congrats to williams for their double points!) i had been wanting to do a mcu x formula one crossover but i didn't have the motivation to do so until now (you can guess why).

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #paint the town red series #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 fic #f1 x female oc #charles leclerc x female oc #marvel social media au #f1 x marvel crossover

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lymmsweb · 11 months

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You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

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cosmicswan · 2 months

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about my cosmic dr (k girl group)

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name: Aisha Diyan

stage name: Noir

group name: Cosmic

positions in group: Leader, Producer, Lyricist, All rounder

date of birth: 19th January, 1997

debut date: 9th February, 2015

fandom name: Cosmos

so this dr is a kpop girl group dr! i made all the group, members etc all up, this group doesn’t exist here.

my face resemblance visualization here

band mates: (they all exist here)

kim chan mi (chungha); 1996

kim sejeong; 1996

lalisa manoban; 1997

kim jiwoo (chuu); 1999

timeline

i was homeschooled all through out primary school, and attended an accelerated course for middle & high school making me a hs graduate at 15 (at this point im a genius in every dr)

in my childhood i had a lot of hobbies and things i do professionally (parental coercion LMAO) like artistic gymnastics, piano, violin, contemporary & traditional dance. my hobbies were swimming, badminton and mixed martial arts (silat, taekwondo etc)

after i graduated hs while i had an offer from a prestigious university i had declined due to a few issues that was happening at the time (daddy issues is my canon event) and went with my mom to korea for gymnastics meets & dance recitals among other things.

i was scouted by a lot of korean companies after my dance recitals and chose the closest one to my hotel i was staying at (it was big hit) and trained for 3 years before debuting with cosmic

company name: HYBE Music (formerly bighit)

we debuted under big hit in 2015, yes. bts’s company bcs im an army lol

big hit was on the brink of bankruptcy while debuting bts so my group and bts suffered on our early days. in 2016 bts gained interest in korea which follows cosmic’s slow popularity growth. however, cosmic focused more in the western market and finally hit the charts after our comeback in December of 2016 (after zero wins since debut) while bts won the first daesang in 2016 and got tremendous hate, cosmic won their song of the year & hit the billboard chart and stayed first for a few weeks. also getting tremendous hate from k netz, not believing a rookie girl group managed to secure billboard for their first win.

the next year my group decided on each solo comebacks, where other member success domestically my solo album went back to the billboards charts for weeks gaining cosmic its international popularity along with bts. in the end of the year bts won best group in pop while my album won best solo after that bts and cosmic soars in popularity both domestically and internationally.

more about me

my animal emoji is the black cat (🐈‍⬛), numbers associated with my stage persona is 888, 9, 19, i am 5 feet 6 inch tall, i am a poly glot! fluent in indonesian, javanese, korean, fusha arabic & egypt dialect, chinese mandarin, japanese, french, spanish, thai & russian.

hobbies: chess, reading, electric guitar covers, drifting, partying, painting, pottery

likes: adrenaline, fine wine, huge strawberries, private mansions, penguin classics, rain storms, dark cloudy windy weather, fall season, glazed donuts, unique jewelry, classic instrumentals with strings, wide beaches at sunrise, jazz, whispered deep conversations, sexy cars, sleek motorcycles

dislikes: bitter coffee, incompetence, orange artificial flavoring, cheap vanilla, small talk, slow walkers, cowardly book characters

things im known for:

being an activist

being shipped with everyone bcs i know everyone (whats the point in shifting there and not befriending everyone) and getting dating scandals left and right

being athletic

being an intelligent idol

being a trendsetter and hugely influencing korea beauty standards

being the face of YSL & cartier

being the jack of all trades

being a successful idol actress

known for how i learned to produce my own groups music without guidance

my insane career trajectory from an idol to actor to lawyer to ceo of a tech startup

known for my iconic childhood photos

nicknames given to me: some of these are stolen from artist in this reality lolza

hands of midas

bcs everything i wear became trends, everything promote gets sold out, everything i make becomes successful, everything i touch turns to gold basically

IT girl

connected to the previous one, pretty self explanatory. i also have a whole aesthetic named after me; Diyanism or Noir aesthetic

the leader of leaders

femme fatale of the century

goddess of southeast asia

[my cr’s home country] Pride

my country tourism and economy substantially increased bcs of my popularity

aisha stark

bcs i attended MIT and earned double masters on engineering & law. i also started a tech startup after my idol career

woman of peace (this is both serious and ironic)

i am both a huge activist and earned the nickname bcs of my philanthropic contributions and i have ridiculously thin patience

cult leader

yk that lana cult and seokjin cult, imagine that but worse. and my discography is similar to lana’s as well. im just embracing it tbh bcs im agnostic. illuminati scandals go crazy (no fr i can see my antis genuinely believe im the devil)

the villain of kpop / korea’s villain

im just very open on my dislike towards korea’s fucked up hierarchy and toxic culture. exposing many abusive figures in kpop and openly criticizing flaws in korea’s system & society. being a foreigner makes it worse lol

HYBE’s secret weapon

i was basically last on the line up and no one knew about me outside the company (the other members were pretty popular predebut)

black swan

given after the producer of black swan mentioned i was the embodiment of black swan and wanted me as the main lead if black swan was ever recreated

kpop’s siren

bcs of my siren like vocals and eerie ethereal vibe

brands i am an ambassador of or associated with

cartier

yves saint laurent

vivienne westwood

gentle monster

jco donuts

leviev diamonds

apple

redbull

diyan enterprise

habits i have (brace urself this a long one)

yapping about my hyperfixtation at 2 am on live, raising one eyebrow (🤨) at anything and everything, going live and giving the most unhinged advice and problem solving to cosmos, doing the pen spinny thing when im thinking, cursing in any language other than korean (a habit developed bcs of the korean broadcast cursing ban) tilting my head when confused or listening intently, driving like im a main character on fast n furious, walking hella fast, going to luxury hotels when im overstimulated, shopping when im stressed, unrestricted expressive facial expressions, staring ppl down & intense eye contact (my rbf making it worse)

sleeping only in my under garments no matter the temperature (pants are itchy), my ability to finish anything a day before (procastination beating my ass), starting a hobby or a business after every minor inconvenience, my habit of not sleeping rather than sleeping for 4 hours or less, cold tic, deadpan sarcastic responses to stupid questions that interviewer asks.

my habit of overdressing to events and small errands (being iconic not overdressed tbh, habit of using something extremely expensive untill its beat tf up (hermes kelly that i got from my dr mom i used untill it physically cannot be put together anymore), winking, spidey sense & quick reflexes, sarcastic responses, fast reading , fast typing, cracking joints, foot tapping, cig breaks☠️

wooh i’ve been yappin’ that’s all for now! any questions pls do send me asks on my inbox <3

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Prompt #16 for Luis? :D

Luis Sera x female reader

Prompt 16 - Thunderstorm

Summary: A thunderstorm rolls in and Luis takes it upon himself to comfort his beloved.

Warnings: No spoilers for RE4 remake, fluff and comfort.

Thank you for the request! Google translate helped me with Luis' Spanish so forgive me if it's inaccurate. Translations are at the bottom. Please enjoy!

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The soft crackle of the fireplace was hushed by the sound coming through the T.V, a cheesy romance movie that offered a little more entertainment than anything else on. Warm glows cast from the dancing flames filled the room, pushing shadows against the walls and over surfaces, joined by the few lit candles around them.

Luis smiled at his handiwork, setting down another blanket he brought from their bedroom, adding it to the little pile on the couch. He had heard on the weather forecast that a thunderstorm was approaching, and he wanted to be prepared for it. Personally, he didn't really mind thunderstorms, it was more for [Name]. Thunderstorms had always been a fear for her. Something that she couldn't help despite trying, and the second a crash of thunder is heard closeby, any sense of relaxation is snuffed out.

He quickly grabbed some snacks and set them out as well, to save any awkward fumbling about in the dark if the electric goes out. A deep rumble was heard, not too far away from the house. The storm was closer than he expected. The sound of a car coming to a stop inside their driveway caught his attention, a warm smile lifting his lips as he stood by the door entrance of the living room, waiting for his beloved.

A faint rattle of keys, the lock clicking and the door opening.

"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor." The warm smile melted into one of sympathy when he saw the flecks of fear in her eyes, her breathing a little quick while her body trembled lightly. Luis walked over, his arms wrapping around her and pulled her close. Her arms immediately wrapping around his body, latching onto him like a lifeline. The light trembles vibrating against him somewhat.

"Hey, shh, shh. It's okay, [Name]." He whispered, pressing light kisses on her head. "Come on, let me get your coat. You rest, eh?"

"Okay..." her voice was quiet, thin threads of unease stitched into her words before another thunderclap was heard, making her whole body tense, burying her head deeper into his chest. Luis simply stood there, gently soothing her before he got her coat off.

Holding onto his hand, [Name] followed him into the living room, noticing the candles and the fireplace humming with a comforting warmth that chased away any nipping coldness from the biting winds outside. Luis guided her to the couch and set her down, wrapping the blankets around her body. Not too tight but not too loose.

It was perfect. The gentle, soothing mix of golden oranges, reds and yellows mixing together like a sunset surrounding them both. The icy, howling winds and roaring thunders outside pushing to try and be heard, but Luis ensured it wouldn't be.

Moving a little bit, he settled himself behind [Name], some of the blankets draped along his legs and hips, nuzzling lightly against her neck and prepping soft kisses on her cheek and head, little ways to keep her grounded with him.

"Thank you, Luis." [Name] turned her head to look at him, a few strands of hair brushing over his face, a relaxed smile on his lips. Mist-grey eyes gazing down at her, swirling with such admiration and love for such a cold colour. She never grew tired of his eyes. Well, she never grew tired of Luis in general.

"Don't worry about it, princesa." His lips brushed along hers lightly and then closed the last few millimeters.

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"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor - Welcome home, my love"

"Princesa - Princess"

#luis sera #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil remake #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake

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ratherbefangirling · 1 year

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☆☆☆ mi casa☆☆☆

Genre : Omegaverse AU, Slow burn, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: bts ot7 x alpha fem reader

Synopsis: sometimes you find your home sometimes your home finds you.

Alpha reader

# Reader characteristics #

•reader does not think she is small or petite but baby sized as compared to members

• mentioned weight fluctuations.

• Reader is not very comfortable with physical touch.

(For some people the type of reader impacts their reading quality so I just wanted to let you know upfront)

BTS PACK

• Alpha: Jin ( *pack leader ), Jimin, Taehyung, Y/n

•Beta: Hoseok

•Omega: Namjoon , Yoongi, Jungkook

Warning : heavy depression and implied abuse (to skip it you may skip the content between the first and second gifs). Highly Heavy and possibly triggering themes are discussed. Implied non consensual medical test. mental illness. Trauma. Proceed with caution.

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Yoongi passes you a blanket because there is chill in the weather. Jungkook joins you as your personal furnace and so does Taehyung. On the other couch Hobi is cooing Jimin for being so cute. Jimin only blushes hiding in Hobi's shirt.

Jin checks the time as he comes out of his room wondering when Namjoon would come.

Hobi informs him that Joon called letting him know that he got stuck in traffic. And Hobi breaks down in giggles because Jimin is tickling him.

Yoongi peels oranges sitting on the soft rug placed on the carpeted floor. He feeds a bit to everyone. For you though he has reserved a plate of your favourite food so that you can eat it with Namjoon who loves feeding you since he can't cook for you. You always told him it was fine but he just wanted to do something anything for you. So you let him do it. Let yourself be loved.

The door opens and Yoongi rushes to the door it's quite a funny sight causing Taehyung to giggle and you feel the thrum of his laughter and you hum in content.

Jungkook sniffs deeper into your scent gland.

Happy. Happy. Happy.

He smiles rubbing his scent where his scent glands touch your skin.

Jin and Jimin later help you move away from the love pile as you feel boneless. As soon as you start getting drowsy the only thing you liked touching you was the weighted blanket and your plushies. The pack made sure to cater to you otherwise there was a high chance you would stay on edge and not sleep.

Joon scents you and feeds you and you give him a sleepy but joyous smile and you drift off and you remember how you got here.

In your life there had been pain lots of it and there was scarring and healing and there was the pack... your pack.

All your life you had wanted to be an omega. Omegas who were small and petite and adored by alphas.

You had always envied your best friend for being soft and small, everybody trying to cater to her. She was just adorable. People couldn't help but fall for her.

You graduate from school. Trapped in your small world and ready to escape.

Things go awry then. In a car accident your family dies.

You are taken in by a distant relative. A couple who has no children. It's fine.

Take a gap year. They tell you, to figure out your life and bills.

Your days pass restless. You are too old to be given more importance than other furniture in their house. You still hadn't processed the trauma of the disruption of your life when you learn your aunt has kidney failure.

A tradegy on tradegy. Was it my fault? The thought echoes in your head.

The dialysis starts and everything seems normal. They are looking for a donor. Without your knowledge your Uncle gets tests done.

You turn out to be a match but you decline.

Things sour in the house. You uncle is angry with you for your selfishness. Can't you do it for family.

Things get worse when due to ignored electric wiring the house catches on fire. You barely make it out. Your aunt collapses and a few days later succumbs to her death.

That's when it starts the abuse. And the monsters get loud inside your head.

Until they're all you know.

It's Yoongi who finds you. You're in a shelter of abuse victims. Discovered by a neighbour. The person who hurt you now in jail.

You've given up on words.

The doctors at the shelter inform Yoongi.

"Catatonic due to severe depression."

People have survived. People have died.

And you stay like that for a while. Until one day omega Jungkook who has come to accompany his hyung and help with the toddlers. He loves kids. Finds you.

One of the the kids ball goes into your room and Junkook comes to take it. He thinks there is no one in the room because he couldn't smell anything.

He's surprised to find you. The sunlight that filters from the window cascades upon your visage making you look holy. And he's helplessly struck by you.

But a staff notices and ushers him out. They don't know anything about how you might react.

Everyday Jungkook picks up flowers and weeds to make a bouquet to place on your window and you barely note it until one night you can't sleep because they've reduced the drugs in your system and you open the barred windows. You take the small offering wondering about it. And you think somehow that saved you. Somehow he realised maybe you needed to smell flowers and touch grass and weeds and the earth.

You still cant bring yourself to speak.

Because there really wasn't anything to say is what you'll confess to your pack later. When you are warmer and not in that much pain.

Jungkook, Yoongi notes has become an eager volunteer so much so that Namjoon the third of their omega trio complains about being left out. Namjoon is then smothered on both side by the omegas until he can smell nothing but Yoongi's mint and Jungkook's softer apple scent.

Soon you become more responsive. You meet a lawyer who informs you of your parents finances. Which were to be given to you when you reached 21. The assests would be transferred when your treatment is over because you had to appear in front of the court and your doctors need to discharge you and some other paperwork.

You really can't find yourself to care.

One day Yoongi is assigned his coworkers shift. He has to look after you.

All people at the facility are nice but there's something about him you find essentially calming. Maybe because his scent is similar to your old bestfriend's.

On the other hand Jungkook's crush grows. He even starts sketching you parts of you. Hair, lips, hands etc.

One day he is just drawing you when Hoseok sneaks up on him.

Hobi thinks it's pretty. He doesn't know its based of you.

Until one day it's raining and he decides to pick Yoongi up and he brings coffee for the staff and is delivering said coffee and you are just coming out of the restroom and he's stunned by you and it's not how you look exactly it's just something. Maybe the fact despite the stellar skills Jungkook possessed a portrait did you no justice.

He finds Yoongi and he's about to ask about you but then Yoongi talks about something and Hoseok is too busy looking at his mate for his braincells to focus elsewhere.

The next person who comes across you is Jimin. He usually isn't the kid obsessed in his pack that would be Taehyung and Namjoon. Sometimes though a particular itch needs to be scratched and he just wanted to see the kids. So after clocking out. He decides to go to the grocery store get some snacks for the kids and goes to the shelter.

It's play time. The kids are roaming around and having fun and Jimin joins then running around and playing with them until he is quite out of breath. It's a while since he had so much fun.

The kids decide to play hide and seek and he's the catcher.

And he's rounded up most of the kids hiding behind trees below benches. Some are easy to spot still he asks out loud.

"Where are you? Where is the little angel hiding... hah found you!"

And there is one kid who hides behind you. You had seen the kid before but probably not paid attention.

Her name is Eun-ji.

"Has a little girl come here." Jimin asks you when he cannot find the kid.

You don't respond at all. Which makes him irritated.

"'Hello lady I'm asking you did a little kid come here?"

You turn to look at him. Eyes blank.

He looks at you exasperated.

He is ready to fight you concerned about possibly loosing the kid.

Until Eunji comes out of her own accord. He picks her up. Walks away irritated and relieved.

On the drive back home he complains about you to Yoongi.

"She doesn't speak because she is in shock from things that happened." He informs Jimin and Jimin feels incredibly guilty.

He talks about it to Taehyung who decided to set out new pajamas for Jimin knowing he needed a little more affection today, always attuned to Jimins mood.

They are brush their teeth together before going to bed as Jimin continues to talk.

Technically they all have their own rooms except the large nesting room. But the maknae line more often than not is found in someone else's room. Jungkook loves sleeping with Jin or Hobi. Yoongi's room is coveted the most by Taehyung. Jimin also covets Hobi's room. Namjoon prefers sleeping alone unless he's nesting and then gets smothered in affection.

Taehyung had decided to spend the night with Jimin because earlier Jimin had texted about meeting kids and he wanted to listen to his stories. Somehow between the time it took to text him and come home Jimin's mood soured.

Lying on the bed Jimin tells Taehyung about you. Unlike usual Jimin isn't the little spoon because sometimes he just likes hiding in Taehyungs arms because it's Taehyung.

Listening to Yoongi's and Jimins conversation reminded Hoseok of his own concerns.

Hobi is in deep thought when his pack alpha places his morning coffee in front of Hobi.

"What's bothering you?" Jin asks his pack mate.

"Nothing hyung just.." Hoseok replies.

"Go on." Jin nudges frying eggs carefully so as to not fluster Hoseok because Hobi is easily startled by attention.

"I... its.. I saw Jungkook draw someone and I think they looked nice and it's not... I'm not like I don't know I'm in a pack but I'm still being like this." He says wringing his hands together.

"Hoseok-ah it's not illegal to think someone is attractive. It's wrong to act on those feelings without informing the pack. Besides if you want I'm not against it if it makes you happy." Hobi doesn't respond.

"Were they prettier than me?" Jin jokes.

"Nobody is prettier than you hyung." Hobi responds cheering up and Jin smiles at the beta.

"There you go." Jin pats Hoseok's hair and they have breakfast together and that's that.

Namjoon's free from his work as an editor early so he decides to visit his two mates and get a chance to see the babies in the shelter.

The workers at the shelter all swoon at Yoongi's pack which makes him both very proud and slightly jealous.

Namjoon always makes it a point to say hello to everyone even some of the residents recognise him.

He's one of those rare omega having an almost alpha feel to him.

He spends time with Yoongi because Yoongi's taking a break. Then Yoongi starts doing the spreadsheets and his coffee gets over so Namjoon offers to get him coffee.

Except he crashes into you who is freshly out of the shower and you try to get up and he tries to move but you fall against him again and ending up rubbing his scent glands.

You both don't think much of it. Yoongi comes out hearing a commotion. The nurses on duty help you out and take you to your room along with your bucket which held your necessities and worn clothes.

You were slowly being offered freedom so that you could get out of the facility without having a hard time adjusting outside. It was the first time that week you went out of your room.

You thought you hadn't done too bad of a job.

Except later that night your body is feverish and you keep calling out for your omega. Whimpering and needing the sweet peachy scent.

An intern finds you and panics.

Yoongi is called and Taehyung who was sleeping next to him is snappy at being woken up.

His colleague who had been newly appointed and was under Yoongi's supervision updates him about the situation and he gets ready to go. Taehyung decides to come along not caring if he's in his pajamas. Not ready to leave his omega alone.

Outside Jungkook was having a snack because he was binge watching his favourite show. When he sees them.

"Hyungs where are you going now?"

"Emergency you know y/n the alpha Joon crashed into. There's something up with her. I needto go as a case supervisor."

Jungkook decides to tag along.

"If kookie is going I'm going to take a rain check I have work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep with namjoon hyung." Taehyung says.

Your condition is serious. The medic informs that you had suppressed your subgender due to your past and now something had triggered your rut which you weren't prepared for and what was worse was the fact that if you didn't scent it could prove very harmful for your future ruts.

The problem was you in your rut brain weren't allowing anyone to get close to you.

Soon you are asleep during to exhaustion.

The medic attaches IV to provide you with nutrition.

He takes a sample of your scent pheromones.

"Anyone want to volunteer to get your scent tested." The medic asks.

Yoongi volunteers it's his job afterall and surprisingly his scent isn't reactive to yours.

There are cases when the body doesn't accept a scent in some cases the rejected pheromones cause allergy in severe cases the patient might die.

Platonic scenting was not uncommon but he wasn't sure his pack would agree. The maknaes and even Joon on occasion proved more possessive and jealous. If he did end up saying yes he was sure he'd be reeking with the packs scent for days and even though he secretly enjoyed it, if there was unavailability of people to scent you things would worsen quickly.

Yoongi thinks about calling Jin, as the pack alpha Jin has the right to even deny the scenting.

Jungkook is worried about you. He wants to tell Yoongi to save you but he's not sure how.

He turns to Yoongi except you start mumbling in your sleep and it wouldn't be concerning if you didn't scream before waking up. You cry for a while eyes still closed.

One of the staff prepares a sedative.

Jungkook wants to whine and stop them and tell Yoongi not to hurt you but as Yoongi had told him sometimes the person ended up hurting themselves so it was better for everyone if there movements were restricted.

Jungkook can only hope you're ok.

Namjoon comes with food later in the morning woken up by Taehyung's deathly grip. He usually volunteered on Saturday mornings. And after his shower he had come across a sleepy Jungkook who had informed him about Yoongi's extra work.He ushered Jungkook to bed and tucked him in.

Deciding to cheer up Yoongi by surprising the hardworking omega he stops by to get some planners and cute cat pens too.

Namjoon was well aware that he'd only get scolded for buying 'ridiculous things' and 'a total waste of money capitalist' flower bouquets. Still when Namjoon comes across a kitty plush right before checkout he decides he has to get it.

Warm coffee in one hand and his gifts and food in another he heads to Yoongi's cabin.

"Hyung." He says as he places the stuff on Yoongi's desk which hold a photo of the pack and the pen sorter Hobi had gifted the omega besides that there was a candy bowl the maknaes and Jin had made containing all of the omegas favourites. He finds Yoongi sleeping on the couch and coo's at his fellow omega.

Cute. He thinks to himself.

He goes to the facilities garden. Where he volunteered. Familiar faces greet him. Before they know it it's time for a break. Namjoon is washing his face and brushing his teeth after a snack when he hears the nurses talk.

"What happened in room 2013 last night?" A voice asks.

"Oh poor alpha, she's just a little kid and to think they had to suppress her rut. She is barely alive as is." One comments.

"It's a real pity. Did you know she has psychological trauma. I had to look after the girl and I dont want to go into the details but she seemed to have been through a lot." It's a trio it seems.

"Did you know yesterday Yoongi sunbaenim had to be called" The first one says.

Namjoon turns off the water to listen.

"Oh yes apparently someone was saying that she responded to his scent but because he said no she had to be drugged."

Someone's alarm rang.

"It's time to go ladies breaks over."

Namjoon frowns. Someone reacted to Yoongi's scent. He didn't want to jump to conclusion but a person reacting to your scent never happened unless the person had been close. Very close.

His omegan brain felt displeased. Logically he knew he shouldn't trust the rumors but it wouldn't hurt to investigate. Right?

Your part of the facility was quieter he noted. Namjoon almost knocked over the potted palm in the corridor.

Namjoon had decided he wouldn't go look for you but when he was asked to water the plants of the second wing. It was almost as if fate lead him to you. And he was but a man in front of temptation. He really had no ill intentions. He just hoped you weren't pretty enough to seduce Yoongi.

He had hoped wrong because when he came across your unguarded sleeping face and that is to say nothing about your scent (He could smell it for hours and hours). He was torn between worrying for Yoongi's possible seduction and being seduced himself.

Omega.

And if that wasn't enough. He was caught red handed. He was going to be banned no more flustering Yoongi at work hours.

Namjoon's brow furrowed when he realised you hadn't spoken out loud.

Before he could think anything. The doors opened.

"Namjoon, what are you doing inside?"

He turned to face Yoongi.

"I uh."

Omega.

This time you had actually called out. The two of them turn to face you.

"You need to go Joon." Yoongi said.

Namjoon nodded. He was lucky it was Yoongi who found him.

"Wait in my office." Yoongi instructed.

As Namjoon fiddled with a fidget spinner in Yoongis office. His mind ran with various possibilities like why had Yoongi come there alone. He felt his irritation grow by the minute.

Namjoon feels unreasonably angry.

"Joon ah." Yoongi starts.

"Let's just go home."

Yoongi sighs frustrated by Joon's behaviour but knowing anything he might try to communicate won't be recieved well.

"Fine."

"Hyung ... can I ... let me scent you first please." Namjoon asks fidgeting with the ring on his finger.

Yoongi sighs but nods.

Namjoon feels reassured of his claim over his packmate.

"No wonder she liked your scent." Namjoon mutters.

"Who?" Yoongi asks.

"That person from room 2013."

"Did you think I scented someone. Is that why you were there."

Namjoon nods guiltily.

"I wouldn't do that without permission from Jin you know that"

"I know but like she smelt so nice so I thought."

"You're an idiot but what do you mean scent. There wasn't a scent."

"Yoongi hyung don't make fun of me. Ofcourse there was a scent and it was so nice. Like chocolatey maybe."

"Are you being serious?" Yoongi asks.

It couldn't be. There was no way right. He was just overthinking it. No way in the world could Namjoon have found his mate this way.

"Yes of course I am. I almost felt entranced by it. Maybe I should get some chocolate based bath products for the pack. What's the chance Hoseokie would let me change it. He hates anyone messing with his skin care routine. Now I guess even Jungkook wouldn't be on board he's super sensitive to smells hmm."

But Yoongi had stopped listening.

"Joon ah." He says firmly holding Namjoons hand to grab his attention.

"I think the girl in room 2013 might be your mate."

Anyhow leave your thoughts about what you think of this au. Did you like something dislike something etc etc that and if you want to be tagged in the next part if that happens.

Authors Note: I used my last braincell for this. I do not know what possessed me to write this. I'm going to be busy for the next two months so till then there isn't going to be a part two 🙃 just telling you guys upfront. My creative juices are also dead so idk. I had a lot of this written in my spring of creativity so I thought I should finish this and reduce my drafts. Clearing my drafts is #1 agenda.

Taglist : @mintsugarmy

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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“Jacket round my shoulders is yours” with Mike Duarte?

It’s after an undercover op that the two of you are standing on the sidewalk, you in an electric blue mini dress that he’s surprised you can even breathe in, and him in his NYPD windbreaker. You’re watching Valentino Sanchez being loaded into the back of a police car and the satisfaction of that…

There isn’t a feeling like it.

You don’t realise that your shivering until Mike drapes the jacket around your shoulders, still warm from the heat of his body. The scent of his cologne still clings to the collar, the earthy undertone of patchouli mixed with the sensuality of amber. It reminds you of the night before, your face buried in the curve of his throat as he made love to you, the sound of Etta James in your ears and the rain cascading down the windows.

“You’ll catch your death.” He says as he crosses his arms over his chest, tearing his gaze away from you and back to Valentino.

“We wouldn’t want that now would we Captain?” You murmur as you slip into the sleeves before drawing the zipper up to your throat.

The left side of his mouth quirks up in amusement.

“No mi vida.” He says softly. “We certainly wouldn’t.”

#mike duarte #mike duarte x you #mike duarte x reader #captain mike duarte

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popquizhot-shot · 1 year

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My first Frankie fic! This guy is the actual loml and I've been so nervous about writing for him because I was scared I couldn't do him justice, but here it is! hope ya'll like it! please reblog and comment, it's gives writers inspiration to write more<33 thank you

"Baby, we're going to be late!" Frankie calls out as he goes around the house, switching off all the lights and fans because damn it, he's not going to waste any electricity. Call him cheap, he's careful with money.

"Give me a minute!" your voice answers from the bedroom and he sighs, a mixture of exasperation and love.

This double date with Santi and Yovanna had been long overdue, and since you finally had time off from work, he'd decided to get it over with so that you'd stop feeling bad about postponing it. He knew Santi and Yovanna, they would never mind, in fact, the both of them encouraged you to take a break and stay home but you'd adamantly refused, wanting to get out of the house for something other than work or to the grocery store.

He's about to call out again, but the words fail to fall out his parted lips. He's been married for at least five years, and known you for seven, and yet, every time he sees you coming down the stairs, even if you're dressed or not, he stands transfixed and thanks whoever is up there for you.

For the way you smile at him as you walk towards the door, looking around to check if any lights are on because you know it's what he does.

For the way you kiss him lightly, twice and slap his ass before giggling and grabbing his hand to drag him towards the car.

For the way you are completely and irrevocably his.

Just as he is yours.

He opens the passenger seat and you kiss his cheek as you slide in, "Thank you, honey."

He'll accept your thanks when he's seated and about to buckle himself, as he's always done, with a kiss.

The drive is mostly silent. It's a testament to your love for each other, to be able to have comfortable silence. He doesn't always have to speak, nor do you. Your love for each other transcends words, you allow him into your solitude and he knows it's one of the highest honors he will ever earn. Even as a former soldier.

He's able to see Santi and Yovanna sitting next to each other and talking quite animatedly as he parks the car next to the restaurant and he knows you're looking at them with a smile.

"They're adorable together." you coo. You've always seen Santi as your brother and your joy knew no bounds when he found someone he truly loved. Now, you had both a brother and a sister.

"I know right? I can't believe he's the same man from out wedding." Frankie replies and you grimace slightly, the memory of Santi making out with your maid of honor ten minutes before the ceremony began entering your mind and making you snort.

"He isn't the same man," you say as you get out of the car, "Yovanna's changed him for the better."

"Amen to that." Frankie grumbles and you bark out a laugh.

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You've finally settled in after minutes of hugging each other and friendly exclaims of 'You live!" from Santi, accompanied by affectionate chiding from his wife.

Frankie's sipping his drink and staring aimlessly at the menu as you chat with your friend.

"So, how's it been?" you grin at Yovanna who's looks down and smiles. She and Santi got married a few months ago and the teasing has failed to stop. You know for a fact that her eyebrows will furrow and she'll bite her lip if you called her Mrs Garcia.

"All good, Santi and I have been travelling all over the place. I've always wanted to see the country and it's so beautiful. Being with him makes it so much better." she replies.

"Of course it does, mi alma, it's me we're talking about." Santi winks playfully and you and Frankie laugh as she swats his shoulder.

You look at Frankie then, as he's laughing and teasing his best friend.

He's so fine. It's been seven years and you still feel like you're a kid with her first crush, the way you stare at him like a creep.

It's criminal, the way his eyes light up when Santi orders his favorite food, because of course the guy knows Frankie's preference. It's unreal how the same man who has fought brutal wars and been through unimaginable horrors, still finds the strength to be gentle and caring, almost everyday.

"And you call us lovesick." Yovanna's voice startles you out of your little daydream.

"I know, right?" Santi grins, "The both of you are so much worse, it's not even funny."

As if proving his point, Frankie kisses your temple and flips off Santi.

He's always loved pasta. The type didn't matter. Macaroni, ravioli, spaghetti. His ma would make it on special occasions, as a treat. And he'd look forward to those days as if they were his birthday.

Pasta has always made life better for him. When you make it, he's going down on his knees for you the moment his finished scarfing it down his throat. When he eats it out, he makes sure to get some parceled if he likes it, so he can eat it later.

So he savours the pasta Santi ordered for him, because it's been his favorite ever since he's stepped into this restaurant. And because he's sitting next to the love of his life, on a date, after literal weeks of seeing you sleep late, eat next to nothing and making you gulp down eight glasses of water a day because you'd rather get fired than actually take of yourself when you're in your element.

It's an amazing sight, he admits, to see you in your element. He shamelessly stares when you're giving an online presentation or when you're walking around the house on a phone call.

But he'd rather have this, you talking to Santi and Yovanna, bitching about your boss who dumps his work on you and cussing the nosy old aunties who make it their business to check if you're having kids any time soon.

Santi tells him about the coordinates Will gave him, and how he ended up throwing the paper away because he'd found his 'treasure'. that shook a laugh out of you, in Australia.

You tell him you're proud of him and Frankie smiles at him, and Santi knows that his best friend is proud of him too.

Yovanna tells you about the time the car broke down in the middle of their road trip and how Santi had to fix it and how he grumbled the entire time because he was expecting a hotel with a pool and not a dusty road and a punctured tire.

"That reminds me of the time Frankie and I were driving to his parent's house and the car broke down. He started swearing like a sailor and then shut up because he realized that his mom was still on the phone." you laugh.

"Oh, i got a telling off that day." Frankie winces.

"His mom's terrifying." Santi agrees.

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The both of you left after dessert, promising them to visit before Frankie started the car and began driving home.

"Faster Francisco, or I'll pee in the goddamn car." you threaten and he laughs but discreetly drives a little faster.

While the food was amazing at the restaurant, the unisex bathrooms were not to your liking, even though you'd begged Frankie to check if they were neat enough, you liked a clean bathroom. Preferably the one in your own house.

Once your reach home and he's safely parked, you fling the door open with a shrill, "Thank you, baby!" as you run inside, unlocking the door impatiently and running upstairs to heaven.

Frankie chuckles as he empties his pockets, his keys, wallet and a few candy wrappers onto the table in the foyer before taking his shoes off and placing them next to yours.

A few minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom with a satisfied sigh, your hands carressng your swollen belly.

"Frankie." you coo and he looks at you from his spot on the sofa. You're in your innerwear and again, he thanks whoever is up there for you.

"Yes, mi amor?" he replies, looking at you intently.

You look at your stomach and smile at him. He walks over and places him hands over yours, "Is it a boy?" he kisses your cheek and the both of you snort very unbecomingly. Because its pasta and ice cream and cake, and even if the both of you aren't ready for someone else to be in there yet, you don't want it to be any other way.

He runs his hand over your little food baby and kisses your neck slowly, " I love you."

The little sigh that leaves your mouth in reciprocation to the sensations blooming because of what your man is doing to you is clear as day,

I love you too.

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Log 15: Heresy City

Rolling into town was a more complicated matter for the Imperial Fists and the boys. For it was not just a matter of parking space for a bus that could accommodate a whole football team, but a matter of size in general. The world was not built for Astartes their size.

It was a challenge alone for Wick to stay hidden, this was a Herculean task for the group. Parking their car roughly 5 mi away from a road down Blue Diamond Road, the walk to the nearest Casino was... strange to say the least.

Dressed in civilian clothing, the men accidentally looked more intimidating as a group. Following a signal tracking Wick, by a tracking device placed by Aldercon for security, Bilhard follows it intensively. Well Moors had stayed behind to guard the bus, Cahrilo, Sten and Toke follow close behind.

"How much further is that blasted Wick?!", Toke had been complaining about the heat, not for any good reason either, although he's not fully affected by the weather, it is still uncomfortable for him to deal with the heat without his power armor cooling him off.

Sten, more accustomed to the weather from his time traveling to warmer States throughout his time here on Earth, it's not really share Toke's adversion with the weather. "Yield your temper battle brother, tis small yet more populated city, I am certain we will be able to find him.".

Bilhard suddenly found that Wick's signal was on the move, not as fast as he anticipated but fast enough to see that he was mobile. "He's further down the metropolitan area. Hopefully he makes a stop long enough that we can pinpoint his location.".

Cahrilo was enjoying the stroll down the hot road. He looked towards some of the buildings within as line of sight, large thematic casinos, the sound of bustling cars and what he can clearly tell was plenty of activity. "Hopefully we well not attract too much attention.". He glances over one of the electrical billboards and notices that there was an advertisement for the South Point casino's most anticipated event of the year, the 'World Wrestle-ton'. "Perhaps maybe we will blend in better if the populace believes we are performers?".

The others looked over at the billboard, "well what a shame, Moor's probably would have enjoyed this mission if it weren't for him prioritizing the bus.", Bilhard knew that Moors along with a few others back at Fort Dorn had become accustomed with life on Earth to the point of enjoying what the planet has to offer in terms of entertainment and leisure. Along with modifying automotive and military vehicles, Moor's also enjoyed watching programs such as wrestling and sports.

It was not a surprise to anyone, but it takes a considerable amount of time for an Astartes to discover what entertains them. Some can go for decades without actively pursuing anything close to a hobby. Some immediately discover upon even witnessing the interest. It is fairly easy for an angel of the emperor to forget the notion of being 'human', a constant state of war in battle will facilitate such an issue.

Toke and Sten had become alert due to the incoming influx of auditory pollution and the potpourri of smells coming from the city.

Although Sten was a more experienced veteran, he was on high alert. "Something about this place....feels foreboding.", as he warns the others, an electric advertisement and quickly shifted to promoting a new upcoming masked wrestler from Central Mexico, 'El Nino'.

It may have not been obvious to a mortal human, but to any self-respecting Astartes, 'El Nino' had unfortunately familiar proportions.

Toke was more excited about the potential experience to come. "Aye, it's probably just a really ugly mortal. I mean we've seen a few before, Sten."

"I am certain we may not have much to fear, we just need to retrieve Wick, leave, and prepare ourselves for Wick's dressdown.", Cahrilo shrugged.

"Dress down?", Toke questioned.

Bilhard, "Lock it up, we're heading into the main street.", the four men stood out from the crowd just enough to be spotted as a group.

The looks and gawking of passerbys had a very different feel from those who were marveled at the sight of armored Astartes. Out of their armor, they were as bizarre and no more extraordinary as side show performers. In Las Vegas, this will work to their advantage.

"I don't get it, why are these mortals just staring at us.", he flashes his fangs at a ticket peddler for a split second before he could even begin to bother them.

"Mortals on this planet are not use to our presence. Aldercon after a few decades discovered the hard way. Here, we must stay hidden as much as we can. In the heavily wooded state of Oregon, we can move about rather freely...here...well...", Bilhard polited refused another peddler attempted to push advertisements for strip clubs, discounted promotional tickets. "This is were we come in. In highly populated areas, we retrieve loyalists and and dispose of any traitors to the Imperium. However in recent years....we have had to bend what defines chaos here....all of this," as he he shows the slowly lighting glows of the neon lights of Las Vegas in the late afternoon, "Is heresy to us...but it is.... leisure, business and...", all four become a bit distracted with a few dancers promoting the burlesque shows around the front of the Palazzo, "pleasure".

Toke and Sten look at each other, starting to piece together that there was a distinct reason why mortals were attracted to this place.

Cahrilo on the other hand, still rather young for his rank, was a little more distracted, "well....it's all in innocent fun from what we can see....but this place does attract the more...sorted crowd."

"What kind of sorted crowd? Cultists? Chaos traitors? Xenos?", Toke inquired.

"So far we haven't found any Xenos nor have we found...well...what we define as cultists or any cultists activities. Our sources outside of the state have theorized due to our exposure to the warp. We are the only ones that come to this place....well....at least it is confirmable.", Bilhard had been having trouble locating Wick through his tracking device, until it had become redundant to do so.

Another electric billboard appeared promoting Sleen's Greek mythology themed acrobatics show, "The Pantheon", as the imagines of the show had flashed on the wide screen. A quick clip of Selene gracefully defying gravity on top of a large representation of earth itself....with a familiar frame.

Sten was intrigued but wasn't surprised, "....so....I see he is .... artistically inclined."

"why is wearing a fracking towel? Also what is that on his head? Is...he dressed up like Primarch Gilliman?", Toke squinting to understand what he was looking at.

Cahrilo was a bit worried, he knew Wick was a little bit more adventurous when it came to his personal intrigues. However, to actively do something of this level was unheard of even within the ranks of the Raven Guard themselves. If Wick was of the Blood Angels or Emperor's Children chapters this would more understandable.

Bilhard was the only one of the group that have had a inclination on why Wick had gone to to lengths of exposing himself this way. ".... something is happening here....at least we know where we can find him now. There.", him pointing to the Paris Casino couldn't have been more unnecessarily dramatic, but dramatic actions call for dramatic antics.

At the door of the entrance, again onlookers stealing side eyes and glances at the group of overly tall, muscular men. The noses of Toke and Sten had begun to crinkle. The smell of cigarettes was just as part of the air as the oxygen around.

"ESCK! What is that foul stench?", Toke was surprisingly taken back by the smoke.

Sten as well could barley handle the overbearing oder himself. "This place is adhorrant, how can anyone even remain here?".

The two imperial fists were not too surprised of the smokey smell either, they were use to smelling strong, chemical odors. Cigarette smoke was nothing in comparison to what the both had inhaled on accident.

"I shall get us rooms here. We shall complete our mission in morning with the likely hood of running into Wick now astronomically higher.", Bilhard initiated.

Cahrilo walked ahead of Bilhard to beat him to the front desk. "Pardon me, would you happen to have four rooms available?". He gave a friendly smile that almost sent the front-desk clerk swooning.

"Ah l-let me check.", he quickly tries to find some rooms, that unfortunately weren't available. "Ohhh I'm so sorry sir, but we only have one available at the moment for last second check-in.", his friendly smile was more apologetic to the inconvenience.

Cahrilo awkwardly looked back at Bilhard and the boys. "Ugh....", turning back to the clerk, "How...big....is the room?".

The look on the clerk's face was understandably blank. "Hm...you know something I've never thought about that let me check."

After a few minutes, a room had been arranged so to speak.

"....I feel like Groxen in a shipping cart.", Toke, managing to sit on the bed, woefully.

Cahrilo, his back pressed on to Toke's bad, actively proving how small the room was with the four of them in. "Well, it's just for us to stay in for a night or two.".

"Well, now we must go and find Wick. If he is an active performer here in this establishment than I'm certain we can locate him.", Bilhard was attempting to message one of the battle brothers back home in order to find an internal map of the casino.

Sten had been meditating, being a Rune priest, he was sure to find Wick without having to notify anyone. "Hold on one second Bilhard, let me locate him.".

Bilhard had forgotten about that fact, "oh...have you found him?"

Sten hesitated to answer, "I believe so.....I keep seeing rather lude and lascivious visions of....well...I can say that he has been rather busy."

Toke and Cahrilo look at Sten.

Sten, now actively distracted by the both of them staring at him, "...."

"....c'mon, what are the details.", Toke frankly spoke.

"yes.... please do not hold back", Cahrilo more curious than actively being cheeky.

"LET HIM CONCENTRATE.", boomed Bilhard.

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My plan worked beautifully, everyone had successfully done their part.

Selene had been preparing for the show, I had been putting my...I do not want to call it a costume. Everyone was preparing for the show as scheduled....until the door nearly flew off it's hinges.

"WHERE THE HELL IS THAT LUMBERING, OVER GROWN WEASEL?!?!", Sleen....has returned.

"AND WHERE THE FUCK IS ANGELINA?!?", he growled by this point. A bumbling barbarian.

I pretended to look occupied, but very much ready to defend my fellow costars.

"Oh Good evening Mr.Sleen.", acting innocent as always, Angelina and her twin had been my best centerfolds for this plan. I owe them a great deal of gratitude.

"DON'T YOU "Good evening Mr.Sleen" ME YOU LITTLE -", the second I saw his hands, I decided to merely stand up from my seat. ".....there you are.....you sleezy.... greasy.....Adam Driver knockoff......you.... DISCOUNTED KEANU REEVES.....I know youre behind all of this....when I find out how...I will reserve a pleasant little plot of MANURE smackdab in the middle OF ARIZONA FOR YOU." brave of him to be poking me with that blushed baby carrot of an appendage he had the misfortune to associate as a finger on to my bare abdominals.

"....I was here in the hotel...doing nothing.", not my most convincing tone...but it was not like as if I could just reduce him to a partially liquefied mess on the floor this very second.

Sleen has the bravery to grab.... whatever he could of my tunic around my belt. I actually felt afraid of him tearing it off. It was a great overbearing deal of embarrassment to wear such a gaudy toga. It was worse to experience Sleen just ripping it off out of sheer anger.

"Do you have any idea the ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT I HAD TO DEAL WITH FOR THREE HOURS BEFORE GETTING BACK TO YOU BOZOS?!?!?", oh fantastic he was going to waste our precious oxygen to relive what I can only imagine was a mild inconvenience to a rational person.

"You! You told me to find this FUCKING BLOCK OF WET CONCRETE-", the battle brothers back home will be entertained for weeks once I have the time make the extended list of wonderful insults I have collected from Sleen alone, "-was at the Gold&Silver pawnshop to sell something and I spent my expensive time there because NONE OF THOSE FAT CLOWNS COULD ANSWER my questions. "Oh the best I can do is $170 for information" PHOOEY. lousy con artists, the LOT OF THEM.", I personally was enjoying Sleen's excessive tantrum.

He then turns to Selene, already use to his terrible outbursts, has not even once acknowledged him.

"oh...my little birdie, Selene....and where... prey tell is Hans?", the second I saw him about to lay his filthy hand on her I was ready to take to him up to the rafters and devour his head.

Yet, Selene's awe inspiring resolve and quick grace had avaided him by standing up from her vanity to complete putting her costume. "Oh...bonjour Mr.Sleen....Hans was with me for some time...and followed another girl. I had met with the others at the shopping plaza and came right back to my room for a nap.".

Sleen had not expecting such a quick reaction. "Hmm..a nap...figures ....".

I felt a quick tap on my arm, "Hey, pst, homes....what are you doing with the costume rack?", I had noticed I had accidentally crushed the metal pipe that the rack had been constructed by.

I was slipping. I need to concentrate on the show for tonight, so I can commence the next part of my plan. "...oops."

Tulio knew of my extraordinary nature, but to trust him with too much information was a risk I sadly can not take.

"Anyway.....GET BACK TO WORK! I don't want any more funny business do you all understand m-", Dylan, the show director comes in to purposely interpret Sleen. I always enjoy their banter. Considering Sleen would ruin his vision every step of the way. I had planned something different Sleen....courtesy of the years of abuse he would give to Dylan.

"Sir, I just want to tell you of some...well plot changes. Since our previous 'Artemis' quit and Hans is no where to be found...may I make one tiny...little incy wincy change in casting?", he gave a false smile.

Sleen could already smell something was wrong. "What...is it....also this better be a blockbuster hit the show starts in 2 hours.", he snorted.

"well... people are sooooo into reimaginings of mythology, there like a super awesome play with some Epic emotional beats and I was wondering if you know...have Orion...dance with Artemis during the last act? Instead of, like ew yikes, implying she was raped by him? I eck, so third century B.C.E.", Dylan was an essential and eccentric part of my plan. It was easy to convince him, it is understandable since he has been emotionally and physically lonely for a while.

My offerings of gentle kindness was all it had taken. He is another soul I owe, for he was not only risking his job, he was risking his reputation.

"...why? Didn't he fuck Artemis in the stories?", Sleen's vision of mythology was a depravity worthy of being considered heresy. Even Slenessh's more cruel deviants wouldn't find any sensibility in his show.

Dylan, visibly frustrated, "listen, it's bad enough I had to designs these brightly color preschool productions outfits that I SWEAR the cease and desist letters won't stop because of it. We're having WAY too many young audience members today and I think we should keep the production at the very least "PG 13", if you wanted a snuff film you could have driven to the shady part of town and boom you have your high production porno there." Oddly enough, he was the only soul who could talk to Sleen the way he did without any harm be felling on to him.

Sleen was many terrible things, but a fool in respects to the prospect of losing money was not one of them, " ok I'll bite...who did you have in mind to play Orion?".

Oh how I could sing my inner joy of watching Sleen fall to his knees in protest when he heard my name from Dylan's lips.

"Boss, Sleen bean, listen, you already have him wearing like.... seriously is that a table cloth, oh I don't care, you might as well have him wear the leotard besides it is just for tonight and people pay good money to watch big sexy men so big sexy shows, ok stop wiping your tears in my CELINE faux leather pants your leaving some weird residue.", he looked down on Sleen, who had just started crying.

"You... EVIL.... little Twink.", he uttered bitterly with tears.

"Mr. Sleen that's 'Mr. Evil Little Twink' to you, I'm a professional.", I was not certain what a 'twink' was...but I could only imagine how much bravery and valor they have when facing their foes to fell them in battle.

End of log 15

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): swearing, blood, two flashbacks

If you could describe your situation now in three words it would be confused, terrified, and tired.

You could barely hear your phone's speaker as you bolted for your life. Both legs in action despite skipping leg day while your lungs burn like they were being set on fire.

"Miss L/n, do you hear me!?" The speakers on your phone repeated.

"Yes, YES- WHAT?!?" You shouted, still sprinting to your car. You brought your phone to your ear to hear him better despite having a foggy mind. You frantically got your key out, finger fighting to find the right one to unlock your car with ease so you can slip in and drive away. Your phone in between your ear and your shoulder.

"Listen I know this is bad, ok? just-"

"I know, I know, I mean- I don't even know you, how do I know if I can even trust you?" You said still sprinting towards your car all while turning to the elevator that got farther away the more you ran. But surprisingly, no one was there. Or at least yet.

"Don't go running to your car!" You heard him faintly shout.

It was like a ring in your ear. Hitting a nerve in your brain that stopped your entire body on the spot; stopping yourself with a loud stomp.

You panted, letting a small snort escape through your nose. Your hand just barely grazing car's handle.

"Of course... if they’re here to kill me then they gotta be near my car..." your words stuttered in shock. Feeling your jaw go numb.

"Or in it.." He continued. You heard him let out a sigh of exhaustion.

"I know their mis-"

"And- and how do I know if you're not trying to kill me too?" You panted, slowly back away from your car.

The phone line went silent.

"S-so you are trying to kill me?" You said in a panic.

"No!" He barked.

You heard him sigh on the other end as your breathing began to slowly come back.

"My name... Is Seonghwa- Park Seonghwa... better?" his voice now somewhat soft.

"...a little.." you said under your breath.

You stared into your car's tinted window. It was your reflection. But as you looked closer, you noticed movement behind you. It was a human figure, coming straight towards you.

Just before the unknown figure could swing their arm towards you, you ducked, nearly missing he or her deadly hit.

You let out a small yelp, turning around on your knees and rear to look up to the person who could've gave you a terrible injury, if not that, death. They were staring right back at you. They wore a black plastic mask that perfectly gripped around their nose and mouth. They wore a full black suit with a harnesses wrapped around their waist, thighs and chest; knives and firearms sat in their holsters.

You shivered, trying to find their eyes in their black glasses as they made eye contact with yours; they tilted their head, making their m-hair follow their action.

Quickly dragging yourself out of your hiding spot and stood up, nearly stumbling. Your lips quivered as you stumbled back onto your feet, phone still in hand.

They were holding two electric batons, one in each hand. The one they swing towards you perfectly impaled your car's door, leaving a large slash, ruining its colour.

"Oh my g...gosh..." you stuttered, eyes wide while staring at the marking the mysterious person did.

"I just took off my insurance..." you mumbled as they pulled their electric baton free effortlessly.

"F/N! can you hear me?!" You heard Seonghwa yell on your phone.

You took a step back.

This wasn't a test. This was real. The male figure standing in front of you wore clothing and armor like they were ready to take a bullet at any time. The mask and shades are for hiding his identity. The black clothing on him is for creeping in the darkest corners. If you walk close to those corners, you will only meet to your end.

"RUN!"

And you did. You felt every muscle in your legs jump straight into action. You didn't look back once. You didn't even know where to go. No elevators or the stairwells. You were trapped.

"Miss L/N, hold on, I'm coming to stop them before they do anything serious," you heard him say on the other line. But couldn't help but notice a simple word that left his lips.

...They...

THEY!

"What do you mean by 'they!!" You yelled, your words sound desperate, your lungs nearly at its limit again. You wanted to slow down but you can still hear their fast pacing footsteps behind you, reminding you every time it would cross your mind.

"There's more!?"

You heard them stop running.

"...Yeah, there is..."

Suddenly hearing a metal whip sound instead.

"How many..?" You asked.

"..."

"HOW MANY!?!"

"Four..." he paused.

"..There's four..."

There were four people coming to bite your ass. But you didn't have time to process what the male on the other end said before you got cut off as you felt something being wrapped around your ankle.

Due to the sudden stop from your foot, you could only feel yourself fall. Spreading out your arms as you watched as your phone fell face-first onto the ground. You only heard the male on the other end yell your name before it went silent.

Your only hope. Gone. Just like that.

Your eyes widened as you were still processing what just happened. You reached out to double check but just like a snap, you felt yourself being dragged across the parking garage. Looking down at your foot, you saw a familiar thin yet thick metal wire wrap around your ankle.

Looking up, you saw the mysterious male figure that attacked you previously pulling on the wire. Drawing you back to them like you were nothing but a fish on a hook.

You let out small whimpers sounds of panic as the wire digs into the skin of your ankle. Your body dragged on the ground as you desperately tried to grab into something.

'What did I do to deserve this?!' You thought.

Just as you were close enough to them, they swung up the wire, making your body suddenly start to rise from the ground.

You let out a small scream before you felt your back slam against the windshield of a car. Your mouth open at the stinging pain, small moans, feeling the broken glass against your back. You don't feel anything impale you but you can feel the glass leave small cuts through your clothing.

You groaned in pain, barely able to open your eyes and reached to your back to feel for any blood and shards that piercing your body. Luckily none have but there was blood.

You heard them chuckle.

"W..what d..do you want from me?" You asked through breaths of pain, slowly pealing yourself from the broken windshield. Your baby hairs/bangs/hijab sticking to your forehead as you begin to sweat.

"Want..?" They answered in a low voice.

"I want nothing," they answered in Korean, their deep voice echoing through the parking garage. Their mask slightly muffling their voice.

"You're just my target."

[ Hours before Y/N (M/N) L/N attempted assassination ]

"You can't be serious..." Seonghwa said. Still in his velvet silk pyjamas, he was woken up to the recent temporary squad's new target.

Seo Hyung sighed, siping her hot coffee that fogged up her glasses. Her forehead sweated as a migraine began to slip in.

"How- Seo Hyung- we can't just-"

"I know....I know..." she trailed off.

They both stood in her office lost at what to do next. "She’s innocent?"

"I wouldn't say that..." Seo Hyung places down her mug on her desk. Releasing her legs from a crossing position and leans forward, placing her hands under nose, thinking hard.

"How?"

"Don't know...I’ll have to look into it."

She was stressed. Her hair was out of place and was also still in her pyjamas. She felt out of place, so unprofessional. Only Seonghwa was an exception see her in such a state.

"The new worker, told me he punched in the wrong coordinates- something like that... which is hard to believe because he’s been working here for over three years, so why did he fuck up now..?" She placed her coffee on her office's table.

She sighed. “If she dies… whoever knew her will have questions, if ANYONE finds out she dead, we’re fucked.”

Seo Hyung leaned back to rest her hand against her forehead. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. "How so?” he questioned. You were a civilian. You were that important? ‘X’ rules are: Rule #3: stick the mission. Rule #2: kill the ones who were assigned, Rule #1: no civilians casualties.

“The police will get involved, others will get involved,” she paused. “Even if she survives or not, the media will go crazy, our enemies will know it’s us and go after her for information!” “Or the people she knows,” “Exactly! It would be just like agent 89 all over again…” You don’t get an easy way out of this. Either you die or you survive and pray it doesn’t go viral.

“Unless…”

"...Get her?"

"Get her."

[PRESENT]

You ducked, avoiding the male's punches and kicks. He sends another out only this time it was to distract you and instead, sent a hard kick at you but you deflected his foot and pushed him, making both you guys fall onto the cold concrete floor.

You both recovered quickly, shifting your weight onto your hand and bringing your legs up to do a flip forward. But what caught both of you guys off way the way you both did it in sync.

Both were in a crouching pose, watching one another. It was like a mirror. One hand on the ground and the other in the air for support. You had a feeling the male enjoying this as much as you were dreading it.

Running towards you, he kicked his leg up to your head but you leaned back just enough to avoid his attack. But he was too fast. Releasing his leg, he turned around, bringing his other leg to send a powerful kick to your stomach again.

You let out a groan of pain, feeling your already injured back against a cold concrete pillar. You held your stomach, feeling bruises painting your body repeatedly.

Your eyes recovered; sprung open just in time to dodge an incoming punch; landing right beside your head.

You both were close.

It was like a pause or a break you both took, in that moment you looked up and saw his fist penetrating the cold pillar's concrete. The white ash landed on your shoulder and cheek.

Such strength remains you of someone familiar. Such strength is impossible for a human being. If a natural human being had to attempt to penetrate something as hard as a concrete pillar, you can kiss that hand goodbye.

No, this strength wasn't normal.

A shift in his body brought you back to reality. It was only then when you took the opportunity to grip his trapped hand and send a punch to the male's face.

Despite being the same height, your strength wasn't on the same level as his. Therefore your punches were nothing more than child's play. But you weren't that weak. You managed to knock his plastic glasses and mask right off his face. You heard him let out a small growl of annoyance.

Though you did little work, it was enough to make an opening for you to run and make some distance.

He turned his head towards you, finally making direct eye contact with you. He had cold brown eyes gave him a dark persona, you couldn't help but notice a mole under his left eye.

In that moment you could feel the tension between you two. You watched him wipe the crimson liquid running down his nose with the back of his gloved hand.

In the moment you've realized something. You've realized where you are currently standing. You're fighting this random stranger that can possibly kill you in seconds. You have no phone to call for help. As far as you know they only help/hope you currently are holding onto is Mr. Park.

Your hands started to shake in fear. Yes, you may have skills to fight this man off for a while but you couldn't help but dread yourself. You haven’t fought in nearly a year.

He ran towards you as you were in a daze. Feeling his fist make contact with your nose. You held your nose with both hands, stumbling backwards.

You opened your eyes just in time to see him pull a gun out of his harness. But before he could point it to you, you planted your foot before swinging your other leg, twisting your body around and kicking the deadly weapon out of his grasp.

"Ha- I've haven't done that in a while," You said, shocked and mentally celebrating your small victory.

After losing his weapon, he swiftly swung his left arm to his thigh, quickly equipping himself with a large dagger.

"Oh come on.." You hist, bringing your arm up, ready to block his sharp weapon.

"If someone is coming towards you with a knife, you always bring your arm up and hit their forearm with yours, only then is when you keep it away from you." Natasha said in the boxing ring. A large knife swung around her finger, then stopping her action by completely holding the sharp steel properly.

"Let's give it a try, kid." She said, circling you.

"I don't think I can." Her dirty red hair glowed brightly under the titanium lights, you can almost make out every hair strand sticking out.

"Why not?"

"Because you're. Black. Widow." You said with a little attitude, plainly looking at her.

"And?." She remakes.

You signed. "You'll..” you paused. “You’ll just kill me, right?" You heard her chuckle. Startled, you looked up. To meet her green eyes.

"F/n," she said with a childish smile. "We're training for a reason, dummy." With the same smile, she got in her fighting position.

She beat you obviously. She always beats you.

You successfully dodged his incoming attack. But of course, he was stronger. So when your elbows met, he only pushed you onto your back against the hood of a car.

As if holding you down with his arms wasn't enough, he suddenly was now sitting on you, pinning you down completely from the waist up.

Crap, think!

You couldn't understand anything. This guy threw you onto a car and punched a dry concrete pillar effortlessly. So why isn't he using his full strength? You can feel his strength up against you but you know this wasn't his full.

You can feel the cold dagger inching closer to your throat.

This guy wasn't trying to kill you. Fast at least.

This guy is playing with you.

This guy was enjoying this.

You stared at his large dagger then to his dark brown eyes.

He was staring back into your eyes. His hair was messy and untucked. You guys stared at each other before you felt his knees reposition itself, shifting his weight, inching his deathly weapon closer to your throat.

Your hands and arm began to shake violently, turning you head to the side, in hopes of making distances between you and his weapon. Your nose crunched up and your eyebrows furrowed. This made the corners of his lips angle upwards slightly.

"I'll make this quick for the both of us, yeah?" He said, suddenly feeling his previous strength returning.

You went for the only last resort.

Using your legs as an advantage, you swung your knee up in between his crotch. Hard.

"Aah!" You cringed at the stinging feeling when your knee make contact with something hard instead of what you expected. Armor.

"...Try again, Princess," he says with the same small smirk.

You looked down for a second then back to his eyes.

"Oh of course," you said, but then an idea came to mind.

Using what's left of your strength to grab his much larger hands that held the weapon. Gripping it and pulling it away from you both. You tilt your neck to avoid it, and the dagger impaling the hoods of the car with ease.

This brought you both closer, the male's nose nearly hitting yours. But you had a plan. Bring back your head and swing it forward towards him and hit his nose with your forehead.

He groaned in pain, raising himself up and releasing his dagger to grip his nose.

You swung both legs from under his spread legs, keeping them together, and kicking the heavy male in the stomach and pushing him away from you; hearing him fall on the cold garage's floor.

You rolled over to meet the cold concrete under your shoes, regaining balance in your feet. You breathed heavily looking at him slowly beginning to recover from the small fall. Red liquid trickled down his nose to his peached colour lips. Iron rested on his tongue as he wiped the crimson blood with the back of his hand and lick the top of his lip, glaring at you through his long black oily bangs.

His eyes didn't hold excitement and pleasure. No, it held rage and annoyance.

He was getting serious.

Now you started to take a few steps back before turning around to attempt to make distance between you and this stranger. But immediately stopped apon nearly bumping into a familiar figure.

The long black leather coat on top of the ruby turtleneck, the eyelet decor buckle belt with long grey dress pants. His jaw was sharp along with his facial features. This was Indeed the man from the elevator.

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❌ - F/N thinks Wooyoung is handsome

❌ - Wooyoung is now finding F/N annoying

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friendlymathematician · 4 months

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so a swedish newspaper did some digging and found out that tesla (among others, also including bmw) source the mica needed to isolate car batteries from mines that use child labour (specifically kids who are starving due to a climate change-caused drought) in madagascar. elon musk responded to this in his normal, measured way by flagging links to the article shared on twitter/x as "unsafe potential spam". here's a short form of the investigation in english for anyone curious:

and here's the long form in swedish:

i hope they report him to the eu for anti-competitive behaviour/taking unfair advantage of his market position. because the fines the eu can levy for that are up to 10% of the parent company and all its subsidiaries' worldwide annual turnaround.

#tesla #elon musk

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Kinktober Day 7: Public || Frankie “Catfish” Morales/F!Reader

Public Summary: Welcome home drinks with Frankie. 1326 words Female/AFAB reader in an established relationship Warnings: vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, public sex. Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thanks to @hederasgarden for the once over. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

The bartender places a rum and coke in front of you with a smile. She moves down the bar helping other patrons. You take a sip of the drink, enjoying the chatter and classic rock music melding together. A gentle brush of a hand against the small of your back, a man settling on the bar stool next to you.

"Mi amor," he murmurs kissing your cheek. The scrape of his scruff makes you shiver, his body warm and familiar against yours.

"Hi baby." You rest your head against his shoulder breathing deep his scent. Tobacco, beer, sweat, under it all something that was so distinctly Frankie.

The bartender leaves a shot of tequila and a beer in front of him with a wink. "You weren't waiting too long, were you?" His arm drops to circle your waist, fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt.

You shake your head, his touch sending little shocks of electricity through your body. “You’re worth the wait.” “Now you’re stealing my words, as well as my heart, preciosa?” He guides you off your stool and into his lap. “Someone has to sweet talk you occasionally.” His next kiss lands on your mouth, his hand cupping your cheek, deepening the kiss slowly. Frankie groans softly when you respond. His hand leaves your side, resting on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles against heated skin. It leaves you breathless, leaning closer to him. “I missed you.” He murmurs softly, another soft kiss to your jaw. “I’m glad you came home to me.” You tap your glass against his shot when he raises it to you. There are jobs he doesn’t talk about—times that he’s gone for weeks, with radio silence and pillows that smelled like him your only company. You’ve met his friends, his brothers, who he served with, slowly being accepted into the fiercely protective family. You also knew that when he left with them, that they would protect each other no matter what, and it was something you had to accept if you were to remain in his life. “Wild horses preciosa, wild horses.” His touch creeps higher, his hand sliding between your legs. “These shorts make your legs look incredible.” His hips move just enough for you to feel that he’s already hard. “Frankie…” Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging him in for another kiss. Teasingly you rock your hips back, feeling his groan rumble in his chest. “Do you want to go home?” “No.” Both arms circle your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he describes in exquisite detail exactly how much he missed you. “Car?” “Too far.” Frankie’s kisses sear along the curve of your neck, his scruff tickling you. “Bathroom?” Your eyes flicker toward the hallway. “Now you’re getting it,” he chuckles. “But only if you’re absolutely certain.” Frankie’s hands rest lightly, and he stops the nuzzling and stolen kisses, allowing you to think clearly for the first time since he walked in. You nod, and when his hands return to your hips to grip them lightly you say it out loud. “You first,” he murmurs quietly. Carefully you slide off his lap, covering your drink with a napkin, though you know it’ll be replaced once you return to your place at the bar. You make your way through the crowded space, ducking into the hallway that had neon signs advertising beer as the only illumination. You enter the bathroom, lingering in front of the sinks, studying your reflection in the mirror. Eyes bright, mouth a little swollen from Frankie’s kisses, but what strikes you is how happy you look. The door opens and closes, and you can hear the click of the lock. Frankie appears in the mirror behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. You turn in his arms, pulling yourself up to sit on the counter. Gently lifting his ball cap from his unruly curls, you place it on your own head, pulling the brim with a grin. His eyes are hungry as he watches you lift your shirt up, twisting out of it and beckoning him closer with a finger. He parts your knees with his hands, the touch sliding up your thighs, along your stomach, his head lowering to mouth at the swell of your breasts. He’s unhurried in his touch despite being in a dingy bathroom. Nimble fingers undo the button of your shorts, tugging the zipper down, a warm, heavy palm pressing against your panty covered core. “You feel so good sweetheart,” he coos, fingers pushing past the lace to tease along your slit. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging him up to kiss him needily. He smiles against your mouth, a finger easing into you slowly, giving you a chance to adjust before he adds another—his are thicker and longer than your own and when he curls them just right, you’re nearly levitating off the counter. “She missed me too, so greedy taking me in like this.” He nips at your lower lip, tugging before releasing it. “I think you can take three.” His voice is low and rich, brushing over your skin, setting your nerves alight. Whimpering, you tug on his hair when he bends, pressing a kiss to your thigh. There’s another stretch and absolute fullness when he works a third finger into your aching cunt. The sound of the slow, rhythmic thrusts and how wet he gets you is lewd. “Frankie please…” You can see how hard he is, his cock straining in his jeans, a small damp patch on the well-worn fabric. ¿Estás lista? The question is barely past his lips when you’re reaching for the button of his jeans. He chuckles when you get them undone the sound folding into a low groan. You stroke him through his boxers, loving the way he jerks against your hand, pushing himself into it. “Please, I need…” “I’ve got you,” he says. He licks your slick from his fingers, using his free hand to pull himself free from his boxers. “Closer to the edge, I’ve got you.” You scoot on the counter, lifting your hips to drop your shorts and panties enough to give him complete access to you. His hands grip your hips, your weight supported easily. The kiss that lands on your mouth is once more, sweet and gentle, his tongue sweeping past your lips. His cock thrusts into you, bottoming out, his hips pressed against yours. You grip his shoulders, fingers clutching at the faded t-shirt he wore, legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him as close as you physically can. You’ve missed this, missed him, the way his muscles flex and roll, the soft panting against your neck. The way his eyes are half lidded, giving in to the pleasure, but still unable to take his gaze from you. The sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, tobacco and tequila on his breath, his words a careless blend of English and Spanish. You’re not sure of everything he says, but the way he touches and fucks you lets you know how exactly much he missed you. How much he cares. He groans, hips snapping when you tighten around him. “That’s my girl, mi querida.” His voice breaks, pace erratic. You smooth damp curls from his forehead, resting yours against his. He’s overwhelming you, consuming you, stealing your oxygen, literally and figuratively, and when he moans your name, you’re pushed over that edge of spiraling pleasure. His name a whispered prayer, your hand gripping the back of his neck as you cum. He’s not far behind you, his lower lip caught between his teeth to hold back his debauched sounds as he reaches his orgasm. You’re still for a few minutes, just content to be, with him so close to you. His eyes are soft, gentle as they search your face for any sign of discomfort. “Welcome home Frankie.”

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