#color coordinated for your convenience

[popponn]

from the outsider's view. [itoshi sae x reader]

notes: admittedly, no braincell here only "sae unconditionally lovey dovey" thought (ft. kaiser). i miss sae. and i want him to be happy for a bit. this guy seems like when he is committed he will become the commitment itself despite everything. cute in the way the sort of type who will put in the effort and worth the effort when he is the right person. also, happy cny ❤ warnings: cursings (it's kaiser). fluff. kaiser's pov aka outsider's pov, sae & you being lovey dovey, established relationship, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, heavy hc that sae & kaiser doesn't get along (outside of the field esp). please don't look to closely into this. @doobea thank u for betaing beloved ♡❀

By any means, it is not as if Kaiser actively tries to murder Sae every time they meet.

But it also doesn’t mean he is buddy-buddy with him either. Honestly, Kaiser hates a lot of people’s guts—Yoichi and Noa currently contending for the #1 spot, sure, but Sae is pretty close up there if he has to list them down. The reason is not particularly complicated for this one, as anyone who has met Sae would agree he is a natural at making enemies. That mid-fielder is one of those people who will do better as a human being if they shut up and not pick up a fight with each breath they take.

So, imagine his surprise to meet the redhead—with you by his side, hand in hand—during a casual outing for some convenience store snack in broad daylight.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Kaiser doesn’t waste a second to ask the moment their eyes meet each other. Kaiser really doesn’t want to have a jerk greeting him the moment he tries to get into an aisle yet here he is.

Sae squints at him in a more offensive manner than usual and then subtly—but very obvious to Kaiser’s eye—pushes you slightly behind his back as if Kaiser might do something to you. Which is wrong—even if Kaiser is very aware he is not the shining beacon of goodness. “Shopping, clearly. What else?”

“Someone you know, Sae?” your voice asks from behind your assumed-boyfriend. Kaiser glances slightly at the blatantly color-coordinated casual clothes. Disgusting. Definitely a boyfriend then. “Oh! Is that Michael Kaiser?”

Kaiser raises an eyebrow as he meets your gleaming eyes. He certainly didn’t expect Itoshi Fucking Sae’s partner to acknowledge him with such enthusiasm. He expected someone who is more or less as bitchy as bitchy as the guy. A smile that has been trained for PR events forms itself on Kaiser’s face, “Why, hello—”

“It’s not,” Sae quickly cuts in. “Just some bugs. Let’s just get the drink and go.”

Fucking Sae.

“Now, now,” Kaiser sneers, his grin widening into an irritated smirk as he approaches closer towards Sae. Said dickhead responds by tugging you closer to him. Sae better be one of those types of unreasonably cutesy protective boyfriends or Kaiser might actually start taking offenses and maim him for real. “Is that a way to greet ‘a friend’, Sae? And—” Kaiser moves on to you, “—hello there.”

The quotation mark hangs heavily in the air. Sae scoffs while you finally get the chance to address Kaiser’s existence politely and introduce yourself, “Hello! Nice to meet you!”

How the fuck did someone who knows basic manners end up with Sae? Kaiser genuinely wants to know if you got paid for this or something. He will ask if it’s not for the fact Sae seems to be itching to claw the hell out of his face. Kaiser really doesn’t want to get lectured for a public incident if he actually gives in to the urge to sock Sae’s resting bitch face. So, instead, he keeps his focus on you even while keeping his sentence directed to you both, “I didn’t expect to see you here. Thought Sae is allergic to store-bought products.”

You laugh at that, whilst Sae sends you a sharp glare—that has a hint of besotted lovesick gaze in it what the fuck—that you promptly ignore in favor of answering Kaiser instead. “Yeah, he is a bit nosy sometimes, huh?” you muse fondly, “But he is open to some products, thankfully.”

Sae pipes in, “Hey.”

“Come on, it’s true,” you reply shortly. As your eyes meet Sae, the besotted lovesick gaze returns, this time reciprocated by your equally lovelorn affectionate one. Kaiser really doesn’t want to see this.

“Hmph,” Sae breathes out like some grumpy mangy cat. Then, as if he truly is some kitty raising up its fur and tail, Sae returns his glare to Kaiser. The way one of Sae’s hand wrap around your shoulder to press you close doesn’t escape Kaiser’s eyes. And the most annoying thing is perhaps the way that it evidently isn’t like Sae deliberately shows it to him like some territorial jealous dickhead. It’s like watching someone taking in a breath and that breath is some lovey-dovey fuckery. “We are going. Let’s go.”

As much as Kaiser wants to make Sae suffer a little bit more via playfully flirting with you or something, being a third wheel to the elder Itoshi sounds so awful it’s not even worth trying. Next time the two Itoshis duke it out by being on the opposite team, Kaiser genuinely considers rooting for the younger one just so he can see Sae fail. And also out of some twisted camaraderie because imagining being a witness to this frequently—one really either builds up some immunity or turns insane.

The sort of guy who casually must touch his lover all the time is unbearable to watch.

So, good fucking riddance.

“Shoo,” Kaiser waves Sae away. And the way you look at Sae like the redhead is the most wonderful man alive lowers Kaiser’s opinion of you enough for that wave to be directed at you too. Get a better taste.

You laugh nervously at their brief exchange as Sae drags you away. Kaiser too shifts his attention away from you. Unfortunately, turns out—fuck him—it isn’t enough to escape the barely audible whispers Sae shares with you as the two of you walk away from the aisle.

“You should be nicer. He is still someone you know.”

“He touched Isagi’s chin on their first meeting to fuck around—I’m not taking chances with that shithole.”

“Aw. I don’t think he will—he seems very aware I’m with you.”

“That guy is insane and it’s better to be ready to kick his dick when you have to. Don’t be too friendly with him next time.”

God. Kaiser wishes for a match with Sae soon just so he can duke it out with him without any repercussions.

#bllk imagines #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #bllk fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock sae #sae fluff #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi #sae x you #itoshi sae #bllk sae #sae x y/n #drabbles #miss writing bllk fics i wanna write more #also miss sae but when am i not. kaiser u better make it entertaining!!!

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Vil Schoenheit - Playful Dress Vignette

"I was able to witness such a rare sight"

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Puppet: Come By, Come And See! Would You Like A Playful Land Souvenir!?

Vil: …...

Vil: Well, I thought I would get some souvenirs for those back at school, but…

Vil: These accessories, medals, and mugs… aren't really gifts I would give others.

Vil: Oh, is this… a badge? It's small, I do like how prettily the gold shines.

Vil: This may be a perfect find. Could you wrap this up for me?

Puppet: Of Course!

Jade: Oh my, Vil-san. I thought you would be exploring the park, but have you turned to souvenir shopping already?

Vil: That's right. I spotted some lockers earlier, so I thought I would use those until we leave.

Jade: I hadn't noticed there were lockers available.

Jade: I planned on leaving souvenir shopping for later, but if that is the case, then I suppose it won't be a bother to shop for some now.

Vil: Well, if you weren't over here for souvenirs in the first place, why did you come this way?

Jade: Me? Something rather fascinating happened to have caught my eye…

Vil: Something fascinating?

Jade: Indeed, take a look at these.

Vil: These are… fashion accessories?

Jade: Yes. These are character hats, character headbands, and other various accessories that can be worn around the park.

Vil: A hat with fox ears, a scrunchie with a small cat figure attached to it…

Vil: There are even sunglasses with frames that look like a silhouette of a fox.

Vil: So, you like these kinds of character merchandise? That's actually rather surprising.

Jade: WELL, YES, ABSOLUTELY! Although, I haven't had much luck purchasing any since I left the Coral Sea.

Jade: Unfortunately, it's quite difficult to coordinate outfits with these kinds of poppy and cutesy merch…

Jade: I wonder if there is anyone out there who could suit such specialized character accessories.

Jade: If they did exist, I would love for them to show me how they'd wear it, but I'm sure that's easier said than done.

Jade: …That would be much too convenient, right?

Vil: You... I'm more than certain you are lying through your teeth when you say you like such cute merch.

Vil: Does this mean you've come all the way to this shop to try to get a rise out of me? What a charming personality you have.

Jade: Oh, my. A lie…? Nonsense. Please believe me, Vil-san.

Vil: I assume you're only here to try to see me struggle matching those accessories to my outfit.

Vil: Allow me to show you just how fundamentally flawed your scheme is.

Vil: After all, our knowledge and experience are nowhere near the same.

Vil: Well then, first… Ah, I'll start with the sunglasses.

Vil: My current outfit has a base black color, with a purple focus and red accents.

Vil: I do not want to upset the balance of these colors. With that in mind, I would choose this one.

Jade: Those sunglasses have such a vivid red frame… So you chose it based off your accent color instead of the base color.

Vil: Yes, of course. The face is the most prominent part of your body, so it would be a waste to frame it with a color as muted as my base color.

Vil: Next are the earrings. Since we don’t want it to clash with the sunglasses, here we would choose a subtle gold or white gold shimmer.

Vil: The scrunchie should be an eye-catching pink that doesn't take too much attention away from the sleeves.

Vil: I'd match the backpack to purple, and attach plenty of charms to it, within reason.

Jade: …Wonderful. Although you are decorated in character goods from head to toe, your refined presence still shines strong.

Vil: Naturally. Character goods like this are just another facet of fashion, so as long as you keep to the fundamentals, you can't go wrong.

Vil: Specifically, one must always be aware of the color balance. You cannot simply throw everything on without any thought.

Jade: I see, this has been a wonderful learning experience. I shouldn't expect anything less from someone like you.

Vil: Obviously. There isn't a fashion item in the world that I would not be able to put to good use.

Vil: …Or is that too much of a boast? Fufu.

Jade: This was astounding. By the way, may I…

Vil: No photos.

Jade: Ah, I see. That is a shame.

Vil: Well, I've finished choosing my souvenirs, so I'll be off. Goodbye, then.

Jade: …Yes, I'll see you later.

[Playful Land – Gentle Square]

Vil: Playful Land truly is large.

Vil: There's the Catch the Star wheel, an Undersea Walk… As well as a Brawl Bungalow.

Vil: I would love to visit every attraction I haven't been able to check out yet, but there may not be enough time.

Jade: Indeed. Taking into account what free time we have remaining, I would think we could perhaps look into 2 or 3 attractions.

Vil: I concur. That may be the case, especially considering the crowds.

Vil: …Also, Jade, I thought we sent our separate ways back at the bazaar. Why are you still following me?

Jade: I simply thought it would be more exciting to stick with you, Vil-san, than look around on my own. I have no ulterior motives.

Vil: …Honestly, I absolutely cannot believe that. Especially with how much of an innocent front you're displaying.

Vil: Well, no matter. I was just thinking about actually finding some activities to enjoy here at Playful Land.

Vil: And, well, you've an abundance in forethought, so you may not be a terrible companion.

Vil: If you absolutely must, you may join me.

Jade: Thank you very much.

Vil: There is a certain place I would like to go. Let's head there.

[Playful Land – Expedition Whale]

Vil: We've arrived.

Jade: This is…

Vil: Expedition Whale, the largest roller coaster in this amusement park.

Vil: Obviously, we cannot pass up the main attraction. Come, the line is over here.

Jade: Wait a moment, Vil-san. Why don't we visit the Brawl Bungalow first?

Vil: …Huh? Why? The roller coaster is right in front of us.

Vil: You want us to head towards the Brawl Bungalow from here, and then turn all the way around to come back here? I think that is a complete waste of time.

Jade: No, I… The line for the roller coaster is rather long, so I thought perhaps waiting for our turn may be a waste of our time.

Jade: If we use that potential waiting time to visit another attraction, perhaps we could be able to enjoy an additional one…

Vil: …Sigh.

Vil: You know, Jade. I'll only say this once. I gave you permission to "follow me if you must."

Vil: I never said you could direct me anywhere. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings.

Jade: Right, my apologies. Only, if we consider our limited time remaining…

Vil: Oh… And here I thought you would back off because I was a little sterner there. How odd.

Vil: I don't think you rather look to be that interested in the Brawl Bungalow, either. It's as if you are trying to avoid the roller coaster entirely.

Vil: I'm sure it absolutely isn't the case, but… Could it be that you're attempting to avoid the roller coaster because you're scared…?

Vil: That couldn't possibly be the case, right, Jade?

Jade: Of course not. To tell you the truth, I am simply worried for you, Vil-san.

Jade: It seems as though the roller coaster will splash us with water in the end…

Jade: I couldn't help but be concerned for your beautiful makeup. We wouldn't want it to run.

Vil: Mmhmm. If you say so. Uh-huh…

Vil: If my makeup runs, I just have to fix it.

Vil: Is that all you have? Come on, let's go.

Vil: Well, now… The coaster is about to move. Are you ready, Jade?

Jade: Ready? I'm not entirely sure what you mean… I am still fraught with worry for you, Vil-san.

Jade: I must at least be prepared to shield you, after all, in case your makeup runs.

Vil: You truly don't ever stop speaking. …But I wonder, how long will you be able to keep it up?

[clank, clank, clank…]

Vil: Look Jade, the view is breathtaking. We can see the whole of Playful Land.

Jade: Yes, truly… It is very high… And from this height, I assume we're about to…

[clank!!]

Jade: URK…!?

Vil: …Heh.

[RRRRRGGGGGGOOOOORRR!!]

[SPLASSSH!!]

Vil: Ahh, that was a superb thrill…!

Vil: Rollercoasters this long and thrilling are completely out of the ordinary.

Vil: But, I'm quite elated to have been able to experience such a one-of-a-kind attraction. On top of that…

Vil: I was able to witness such a rare sight: Jade, speechless.

Vil: I'm sure you tagged along, hoping to find some reason to rib me… I'm sorry it didn't work out for you.

Jade: …...

Jade: …Oh no, I am just the same as ever. That was a enjoyable coaster.

Jade: However, perhaps I would like to refrain from riding it for a little while…

Vil: Oh, have you recovered already? I guess I should at least commend your moxie.

Vil: We're moving on to the next attraction, Jade. I'm nowhere near satisfied yet.

Requested by @farfalla049.

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #jade leech #twst vil #twst jade #twst translation #twst stage in playful land

[altheasmeadow]

Nothing To Worry About

WC: 697

Pairing: Minho x reader

Marrying by convenience was never the plan, she truly thought she’d marry the love of her life. But being the heiress of many large businesses, she didn’t have much time for love, until he came. He had been her light in the dark, always there to make her feel a little less lonely throughout her young adult years, She honestly woud’ve married him, things don’t always work out that way.

“So who all is going to be at this dinner?” Lee Minho her husband wondered aloud as he dressed her up all pretty. It was one of the things she enjoyed about the arranged marriage. Minho loved dressing up both himself and her, so she never had to worry about looking the part. 

“The Seo family, the Kim family, the Park family and the Bang family.”

“Kim…” He hummed, knowing that their heir was your first choice of marriage leaving a sour taste in his mouth and a tight feeling in his chest. Though they hadn’t picked to be partners it was very apparent the two had gotten very close in the time they’ve been together, feelings were developing but clouded by the fact that it wasn’t necessarily their choice to be together so neither tried to acknowledge the feelings.

“Yes.”

“As in Kim Seungmin?” He wondered yet again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Yea, they’re partners with my father.”

“I’m aware.”

The rest of the getting ready was done in silence, she was lost in her thoughts and he was lost in her, wondering if she would be okay after their nasty breakup. 

“Are you ready?” He wondered, reaching a hand out to grasp hers arning only a weak nod in return, his neutral expression turning into a frown.

The two headed off to their business dinner yet again in silence which was not a common occurrence the two could talk about everything under the sun any time of day usually. Even their personal driver looked on with discomfort.

“Do I look okay?” She wondered as he helped her out of the car, his face twisting into offense.

“You never second guess my picking, do I have something to be worried about meeting with the Kim family?” Minho was never one to be insecure but he was definitely prone to jealousy, loving to make it completely clear that she was with him without her knowing, like matching jewlery or color coordinating their outfits. It was a subtle thing but almost every always knew they were together and never bothered to try and get between the two.

“Ah Lee’s lovely to see you guys!” Mrs. Kim greeted, getting up to hug her son’s ex and her husband. All parties at the table took their turns greeting the couple until Kim Seungmin stepped up with a sheepish grin on his face.

“I believe congratulations are in order. The Ceremony was beautiful. Could’ve done with some blue though.” He hummed before turning on his heel and walking away leaving her to balk at the broas shoulders.

“Blue?” Minho wondered, feeling a little confused and annoyed.

“He wanted blue in our wedding, it wasn’t my ideal thing but I agreed when he and I had spoken, before the ordeal.” She explained quietly, trying to shake off her shock at the man’s boldness.

“You guys planned a wedding?”

“He planned it, he wanted to get power of the companies as fast as he could so within a few months he was already shoving wedding plans down my throat.” 

“So what I’m hearing is there is absolutely nothing to worry about because he’s a psycho that you will never be interested in again?” He teased, leaning in next to her face with a grin, happy that the perfect kim son he had heard so much about had a flaw.

She hummed turning to face him a little better and placed a quick but efficient kiss on his lips causing the feline-like man to reel back slightly in shock but far from discontent.

“Nothing to worry about at all.” and the silent promise was all he needed to swoop down grasping her waist in his hands and pulling her as tight as humanly possible.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #straykids imagines #straykids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #straykids #lee minho x reader #lee minho imagines #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #lino x reader

[yoongsisbae]

V is for Villain 1/3

What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

Continuation to Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM. Superhero/Super Villain AU. Taehyung x y/n x Namjoon love triangle (or rhombus if you wanna count Yoongi :P)

Warnings: lots of backstory but it's cute, love-hate relationship, soft yandere tae, pda, eventual smut, unhinged y/n (will you forgive her?)

Word Count: 7.5k

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“V, show yourself!” RM roars. He’s a terrifying sight, drenched from head to toe, wet hair pushed away from his eyes so his intimidating stare is perfectly seen, cape billowing in the storm. Lightning flashes and you see him clearly, Hoseok’s rain washing the blood away from his face and neck, a magnificently frightening sight that makes your stomach drop.

What are you supposed to do?! What is the right choice...

In RM’s mind, you’ve already chosen. You ran towards Taehyung and he gripped your hand, disapparating the pair of you. Taehyung’s fingers interlock with yours, squeezing tightly, keeping you and him invisible. Taehyung knows better, he knows you only did this to keep RM from hurting himself any further. You really are aggravating…Taehyung sighs, disappointed, his anger turning into an idea- 

V laughs softly so only you can hear, grips your hand in a crushing vice, and then, doing the thing you least expected, he unveils himself and you…

“No....” you gasp, looking at him in disbelief.

“You’re going to have to make a real choice now, Love,” V whispers.

“It’s over. All of it.” RM says sternly. “No one else will die, except for you.” He looks directly at V.

‘Joon, no…’

You realize there was no other choice. 

He had become too powerful…

You had to stop him…

You were going to have to kill him…

-22 WEEKS EARLIER-

“Mayor Kim, welcome!”

The frantic event coordinator ushers Taehyung and his staff through the tent, towards the stage. The rally is enormous, the sound of the crowd carries into the closed tent area causing everyone to yell their questions at Mayor Kim. Taehyung smiles, he never would have imagined this would be his life…

Most of his childhood he just wanted to be invisible. Until it really happened…

-ACTIVATION-

“What the hell is that?!” Jimin points at the green orb in the sky, barreling straight for the trio.

“...Run!” Jungkook yells, sprinting away from the ominous object.

Jimin curses, running after his friend, Taehyung turning and following quickly behind.

Everything starts to become illuminated in a sickly green color and Taehyung dares a look behind him as the meteor descends past the skyline down into the forest.

‘What is that thing?!’ Taehyung could feel it, an intense aura that surrounded everything in sight. It dashed through the forest enveloping everything and everyone.

The trio was hit first. Then the two oldest, Yoongi and Seokjin who were on the other side of the forest. Seokjin was trying to convince his younger friend to stop coming to school late, Yoongi’s grades were going to suffer! he said.

Yoongi, who whined that Seokjin wasn’t exactly helping the problem dragging him all the way out into the forest late at night when he should be sleeping, saw the orb, heard the crash, and didn’t get any sleep for the rest of the night as the effects hit him and Seokjin almost immediately.

You and Namjoon were far enough away to only notice the odd green falling star in the sky. The trees ruffling back and forth could be mistaken for the wind at that point, you were too engrossed in each other to pay too much attention to what was passing over you and through you anyways.

The effects of the meteor even hit the outskirts of the forest, right into a scared young Hoseok who had been desperately biking away from the green glowing sight.That was the start of everything. A shift happened and now you all were on a collision course much much larger and much more destructive than just a bus inside a courtroom. And there would be casualties. But this isn’t their story, or even your story. This is a story about Taehyung, when Taehyung became V.

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The crowd is even louder now so close to speech time. It didn’t matter if you supported Mayor Kim or not, everyone wanted to see the captivating politician speak. “Big crowd, eh? I still remember when it was only the five of us who would have to listen to your crazy ideas!”

“You okay?” Taehyung asks Jin, checking in on the mind reader, worried that Jin’s powers were doing more harm than good at the moment. 

Jin raises his brow, clicking his tongue, “No complaints here!” he winks, dismissing Taehyung’s worries. Unless Seokjin really concentrated on a single person, the rumbling of their combined voices mimicked the sounds of their thoughts, big crowds like this made Seokjin feel damn near normal for once. Everyone, not just him, was suffering from the noise. And Seokjin, who had become used to the chaos, considered himself to have the advantage.

He pats Taehyung’s shoulder, Jin’s voice speaking clearly now in Taehyung’s thoughts so the mind reader didn’t have to yell. ‘I’m excited to get this show on the road. Now go be the perfect distraction, Mayor.’

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You yawn, imagining all the ways you can get away from this boring bureaucratic display and start staring at the way Taehyung’s adam’s apple bobs up and down every time he speaks. ‘What is he talking about again?’ Some new clean air legislation he wants to propose to the state governor. He is rallying support from neighboring cities, calling for help not only from other mayors, but from the people. ‘He has nice lips,’ you think, focusing on the way he licks them when he’s thinking of what to say next.

The people love him and you don’t blame them, it will be easy to put pressure on the other mayors. But lately, even with pressure from their voter base, their donors always have the last say. You’re here because for the other mayors to agree, Taehyung is going to need some leverage. You’d like to leverage something between his legs.

They always include you now, which is a nice sentiment, but you rather be doing literally anything else, speaking of doing, you wonder where Namjoon is…

You can’t help but mull over your strained relationship with your old childhood friend turned superhero.

In the course of your very tumultuous relationship, you were currently sailing a small wave of harmony. 

You had helped RM stop an up-and-coming crime lord, which to this day you deny, you were just in the right place at the right time, and instead of suspecting you of ulterior motives (something you have grown used to even if you do despise the implications) RM instead thanked you.

While waiting around for police to come carry said criminal away, to keep Joon’s attention you might have divulged a small hint about V’s next target, which you also vehemently deny, thus putting yourself in the superhero’s good graces.

For the first time in a long time, you had your friend back, if only for that one night, because (and this is something the superhero would also deny) Namjoon missed you like crazy.

There was one thing you both couldn’t deny, you knew each other better than anyone else. You could see Namjoon needed a friend to talk to, you could feel his loneliness because you felt it too, and Namjoon could see the longing behind your indifferent attitude, a feeling he shared...

So after the arrest you both went to the highest building in the city and you stayed there all night talking, nothing of really importance, but catching up with Namjoon meant the world to you nonetheless.

It was like all your problems stayed down there in the city dregs, unable to reach the heights where you and Namjoon stood. Alone together, you could be cordial with each other, talking and listening and talking, refusing to leave even when your eyes felt heavy and you could barely concentrate on anything but the warmth of his body and the comfort Namjoon just naturally exudes, a sense of security that had you falling asleep against his shoulder...

Namjoon carried you home to keep an eye of you. That was Namjoon’s excuse as to why you woke up in his bed.

It’s happened a few times since then, sometimes you really were in the right place at the right time. Was it fate? You and Namjoon always seem to naturally gravitate towards one another...

You’re not crossing any lines, you and Namjoon are past that, according to both of you, but falling asleep next to your old friend, his hard muscles pressed close to yours and his slumbering face against your shoulder, that’s where you want to be right now.

And then in the morning, when he’s not thinking about the principles of good and evil and leans into your warmth, when he doesn’t move away as your lips bump his forehead, his morning wood poking your thigh....

You quickly remove the embarrassing smile off your face and unclutter your thoughts when you notice Jin smirking at you, replacing your grin with a scowl instead. ‘Tell anyone and I will find a way to rearrange your atoms to shrink your dick, understood?’

Seokjin opens his mouth in mocking shock, aghast.

You look around and catch the glare of Yoongi’s yellow sunglasses in the sunlight as he stands twenty bodies away, completely immersed in his cell. 

It’s comical how unfazed Yoongi is amongst the jeers and cheers of the crowd. Then you look behind you and smile when you see Jungkook’s cute wide-eyed expression as he listens to Mayor Kim’s speech, completely distracted from his mission. 

‘Cute,’ you think. It’s not like you too weren’t distracted moments ago, but you’re wondering how you three got entrusted with this...

They want this scheme to succeed, don’t they?

---

‘You know she’s started seeing Kim Namjoon again,’ Seokjin lets Taehyung know telepathically.

Taehyung is smiling at the crowd, waving. He does not falter even if inside he’s mentally cursing.

‘Does Yoongi know?’ he asks the mind reader.

Seokjin scans the crowd and scrutinizes the tech-talker in question. ‘He has his suspicions,’ he deduces.

‘Let me handle it.’ he thinks. ‘And our plan?’ 

Seokjin catches your bored face. You’re looking around into the crowd, lost in your thoughts, and Seokjin finds what he’s looking for. ‘She’s all in,’ the mind reader lets Taehyung know. ‘That’s not the problem. I don’t trust her-’

‘It’s okay, Jin. Remember, you didn’t trust me when we first met either…’

Jin, had been the last person (besides you) to join Taehyung. He had reluctantly became part of their world because he wanted to make his old friend and resident tech-talker happy, the person who had been by his side at his worst, and Yoongi wanted to befriend Taehyung and his friends because he knew they could help his friend Jin, who at that time never really got a hold of his powers as well as Yoongi and had been suffering since high school.

Back then it had been so much easier. Now Taehyung has so many people counting on him, an entire city of people. And the weight on his shoulders feel even heavier, Taehyung would take on the weight of the world if he could.

He never expected he would be thrown into the spotlight, most of his childhood he wished to hide, away from his father who left bruises on him anytime he would act out. Then after the meteor-falling, Taehyung spent his teenage years learning how good it could feel to hide, get away with things he could only dream of. His new powers let him feel invincible when Taehyung was invisible. Hiding became not for self preservation, but self liberation.

And so Taehyung spent most of his adulthood stalking in the shadows, getting things done. Then he realized he had a talent for commanding an audience, and it sure felt good to be finally seen.

You, however, were not looking at him, he notices, as you meander in the massive gathered crowd. He might as well be invisible.

He looks down at the podium, quickly gathering himself. He will make you see him.

-A VERY LONG TIME AGO-

“Your friend is Kim Seokjin?” Yoongi won’t look Taehyung in the eyes and Jin winces, turning the earbuds he religiously kept in his ears to full volume.

Taehyung remembers how the charismatic upperclassmen seemed to had fallen off the face of the earth in his last year, “Ahhh...so what is it? Something powerful, yeah?”

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook try to look like they aren’t paying attention, sitting around the corners of the room. Yoongi looks over his shoulder, watching Seokjin fidget on the spot. “Can I tell him?”

“That’s why we are here, aren’t we?” Jin mutters, very well aware he is the center of everyone’s attention.

Jin had good reason to be weary, he could hear all their deepest thoughts, the ones you would never admit out loud, desires to change the world...but changing it into a place where Taehyung and his friends came out on top.

Back then Yoongi’s power was only just strong enough to tap into small electronics and local CCTV. That’s where he first saw the mysterious group, he recognized their faces as his former classmates’ and spied things he would have believed were video anomalies if he didn’t know better. And once Yoongi realized who they were and what they were, the tech talker immediately tracked them down.

Jin and Yoongi had a long talk following his revelation, in which Yoongi finally asked Jin,“You barely leave your room, I haven’t been able to find a decent job in the city since we moved here, do you even know how much our rent is every month? How do you think I pay for it? ATMs are very friendly here, Jin, but... We need them, and they need us.”

“Hey...” Taehyung looks past Yoongi to Jin who seems to want to disappear from everyone’s sights, a feeling Taehyung was all too familiar with. “Seokjin…everyone here,” he gestures around to the group, “we’ve all been there, unable to control our powers-”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Jin shuts his eyes, the music is at maximum volume and yet he can’t stop the thoughts running through him as the men recollect the first time they used their powers. “Let’s cut to the part where you help me turn it off.”

The men exchange glances. “You don’t, um, turn it off,” Hoseok interjects. “Sometimes I wish we could…” he looks down guiltily, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t find, well, peace...” Seokjin snorts, hearing Hoseok’s chaotic thoughts whirling around like a storm from behind his tight lipped silence.

Seokjin can’t take anymore, why is it that their thoughts are so much louder than everyone else’s?  “Can you all just stop thinking so damn loud!”

Remembering Yoongi’s earlier conversation with him, Taehyung puts everything together, and Seokjin doesn’t know whether to yell or cry listening to Yoongi’s worried confession in Taehyung’s thoughts. 

Seokjin looks up at Taehyung as he works through the mind reader’s predicament. He pulls out an earbud, glancing over at the youngest man in the room, “He can do that?”

Taehyung nods. “Jungkook, can you hop him somewhere where it’s quiet, so he can relax for a bit.”

“Oh! ‘Ay-ay.” Before Yoongi could protest, Jungkook stood up and disappeared, reappearing just as quickly in front of the oldest and grabbing onto his shoulders, disappearing together.

“See you soon!” Jungkook smiles before leaving Seokjin all alone...in the middle of the Sahara.

Seokjin looks around, listening to…nothing. Even his own thoughts seemed quiet as the wind picked up and whipped around him.

‘…damn…it’s…hot.’ Seokjin laughs to himself, it’s been awhile since he was the only person in his head.

Seokjin sighs...then smiles at the beaming sun.

After a while (too short of a time in Seokjin’s opinion) Jungkook appears with Taehyung in tow then disappears leaving the two men alone.

“You’re gonna force me then, huh?” Seokjin speaks up after a long amount of silence, Taehyung being very unquiet in his mind, calling out to the mind reader over and over again.

‘The more you allow yourself to use your powers, the easier it might be to control them, ever thought of that?’

“I’ve been kind of too busy listening to everyone else’s thoughts!” Seokjin snaps back, kicking sand in Taehyung’s direction.

Taehyung, to his credit, was a person who rarely loses his temper. Instead he just smiles encouragingly, hands in his pockets. ‘Well, it’s just yours and my thoughts now...so...c’mon and try.’

---

Green light. A rumbling.

Taehyung couldn’t outrun whatever had been in the night sky. The meteor impact and the crash that followed knocked Taehyung off his feet. He was thrown to the ground by the force, his head knocking on the hard dirt, falling unconscious.

When he finally woke up, he thought he was having a heart attack by the way his chest was pounding, by the tingling in his fingertips, and how disoriented he felt. 

Taehyung stumbled through the forest until he caught up with Jungkook, who was lying on the ground in the fetal position.

“J-Jungkook?”

Jungkook flinches, screaming when Taehyung touches him.

“Hey, a-are you okay? Where’s Jimin?”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook looks around frantically, “W-Where are you?!”

“What?!” He grabs Jungkook’s shoulder again and Jungkook shakes him off, looking around like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Jungkook! JUNGKOOK.”

“W-Where the fuck are you?” Jungkook spins around, his frightened stare passing right over Taehyung.

Taehyung looks down at his hand, it’s there. He sees it.

When he moves timidly closer to his friend, waving it in front of his face slowly, Jungkook doesn’t react.

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook flinches again, and then, Jungkook feels his inside twist…

“Not agai-”

Taehyung falls backwards, wide-eyed and speechless…

-

“Why are you showing me this?” Seokjin interjects.  “I already know Jungkook can teleport.”

‘So you understand where we are all coming from, and how we controlled our powers. It wasn’t easy for us either.’

“Fine, let’s get this backstory over with,” Seokjin mumbles, lying back down in the sand, relaxing under the sun.

-

“…J-Jungkook?” He was just there. And now he’s not! Taehyung yells out his name frantically, and Jimin’s too, walking around in circles.

Jungkook could hear Taehyung, but why couldn’t Taehyung hear them! ‘Why can’t we see each other?!’ Taehyung was all alone, deep in the forest, his two best friends vanished from sight, and Taehyung has a sinking feeling it all had something to do with that green light...

Aliens? Government experiment? A falling radioactive star? Ball of magic? Taehyung thinks of every possible thing it could be. What the hell could it have been?!

Suddenly there was a roaring, like nothing he has ever heard before. He looks around terrified, looking for the source-

“Oof!”

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook shivers. Fingers and toes numb with cold, shuddering again when he hears his name.

“I’m..I’m...”

“You need to calm dow-”

“Taehyung! Where the hell are you?!” Jungkook asks on the verge of tears.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Taehyung places his hand on Jungkook’s cold shoulder, trying to think of a reason why his friend still can’t see him.

“Can you see me? I’m, um, standing to your left.”

“No,” Jungkook cries, shaking, “And I…I…was here and then I was somewhere else and now I-I’m here again-”

“Take a deep breath-”

“I can’t! I can’t! It’s going to happen again, I feel it!” he wails. “I can't control it!”

“I’m here with you!”

“But I-I can’t see you!”

Taehyung’s heart hurts for his friend, he’s never seen Jungkook so terrified. He holds him tighter, hugging him.

“Taehyung!” For the first time since this ordeal, Jungkook is looking at Taehyung and not through him.

“You can see me?”

Jungkook nods, chewing on his bottom lip. “W-Where did Jimin go?!”

“I don’t know.” Taehyung pauses, “Somethi-”

In that moment Taehyung felt his insides twist and turn. And then the sky turns, encircling him, until everything was upside down. The sky was on the bottom and the ground was at his head and the world felt like it was spinning, or shifting, everything hot and cold and fast and slow all at once.

And then he landed on concrete.

“W-What t-the hell,” Taehyung groans.

Jungkook’s shoulders heave and he throws up on the side of a building.

It’s dusk, the pair are in an alley, the pebble gravel looking like nothing Taehyung was familiar with. “Oh shit, Jungkook,” he shakes his friend’s shoulder and Jungkook throws up again. “Ugh...you…we…we fucking teleported!”

“What?!”

“We teleported, man.”

“No way! I-I’m gonna be sick again.”

“Where the hell are we?”

“I think…in Athens.” Jungkook barfs up the remaining food in his stomach.

“What?!”

Jungkook lifts his head up a bit to point down the alleyway, at “That building, I think it’s a colosseum, it looks like the pictures on that cover...the book we were reading in our literature class.”

“You took us to ATHENS?!” Taehyung should start paying attention in school. How long would a plane ride home be? Oh god, how much?

“I didn’t mean to! It just keeps happening. Fuck, I just didn’t want to end up back in the Antarctic or wherever the hell I was.”

“Okay, so that means we can control it…somehow…” Taehyung decides. “We have to be able to control it…right?” He didn’t sound so confident, looking down at his hand. “Y-You can see me now?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook nods.

What did it feel like to be invisible...was there a difference? Taehyung wasn’t quite sure. How does one will himself not to be.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly to concentrate. On what…he had no idea. But relaxing seemed better than being jittery and scared about it. And Taehyung’s calmness seemed to have an effect on the younger teenager as well, Jungkook starting to mirror his breathing.

“Jungkook, we can figure this out! Do you feel anything happening?” Jungkook shakes his head no, jumping when he hears a rat scurry between trash cans.

Taehyung had a good sense, he grabbed the younger man in anticipation, and lucky for him, Taehyung was right.

“Ugh! Shit, that’s going to take some getting used to.” Taehyung lies on the forest ground, dizzy again.

Jungkook curls into himself, fist pounding on the damp earth. “I don’t want to get used to this!” he curses. “Make it stop!”

The roar is back, closer, yet lower in pitch. Taehyung covers Jungkook’s body with his own, before Jungkook teleports them only a few meters away this time.

“W-Where are you?”

“Right here. You can’t see me again?” Hmm. Taehyung wanted to hide. Actually, it was an overwhelming sense to disappear that Taehyung felt in that moment. Maybe…

Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp. Eyes going wide as his friend rematerializes in front of him.

“You can see me!”

Jungkook nods, speechless. A large twig snaps. Taehyung reaches out for his friend but Jungkook has already gone from the spot.

Taehyung curses inwardly, hoping Jungkook is okay. “Who’s t-there?”

There is a whining noise behind the bushes, a very inhuman whining...

Taehyung repeats the question bravely. And instantly regrets finding out the answer.

A bear appears, standing on its hind legs, so large and tall its body eclipses the moon.

Taehyung should be terrified, but there were no bear sightings in this forest ever. Especially not a polar bear. The bear trips over its legs, and falls backwards with a grunt, its large paws holding its head.

“....wait, wait, wait, Jimin?!”

The bear makes a gurgling, grunting noise, high pitched and very un-bear-like.

“Oh shit…”

“IS THAT A FUCKING BEAR?!” Jungkook reappears and promptly disappears.

Jimin’s bear paws cover his bear eyes and he pulls his bear knees in. White fur shifts to something sleek, white, and feathery. Jimin’s large size begins to shrink as well, head shrinking and body shrinking until he is a very very tiny….chicken.

“Jimin, it’s going to be okay,” Taehyung pats his friend’s feathery head, lifting him up in his arms. “Are you trying to tell me something about our Jungkook?”

Jimin clucks, perturbed.

The next time Jungkook appears Taehyung tackles him to the ground. “Where were you?!”

Jungkook heaves, “...a…roller...c-c-”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” It’s going to be a long night.

“Bro, there’s a chicken on your head.”

-

The trio had gone all around the world trying to get a hold of their powers. Taehyung was the first to figure it out. He could only disappear and reappear, but he could do it on his own terms.

Jungkook was another story, and the reason the trio missed two full days of school. Once Taehyung convinced Jungkook his power was actually the coolest thing ever, the young teleporter could finally calm himself down enough to keep his body still and present. 

And Jimin, who kept shifting into different animals and scaring innocent passerbys every time Jungkook teleported them to another location, had been the hardest to help.

Taehyung knew Jimin always had an image complex, however this power was totally out of hand!

But with a little encouragement, and a night of Taehyung and Jungkook telling an anxious alligator all the things they loved about their best friend, Jimin was able to finally shift back into himself.

The inseparable trio added another into the mix when they ran into their classmate Hoseok and recognized the sheer panic in the way he was acting, also noticing the intense heat that seemed to only exist in Hoseok’s vicinity.

By the time Taehyung and Jin found each other, Taehyung and his friends had just moved to the city after graduating. The younger group was a well oiled machine by that point, and conversely, Jin and Yoongi barely had a grip-

“I choose not to have a grip on my powers, by the way.” Jin mutters. “So what’s the catch? You’re not doing this out of the goodness of his heart, I know that.” Back then, just like now, Jin had no problem calling Taehyung out. “I came because Yoongi said you could help me. I want to stop hearing people’s thoughts, not do whatever the hell you’re thinking!”

Jin could see all the imaginative ways Taehyung believed his power could be used. Taehyung looked at Jin in almost reverence, imagining how many great things they could get done together.

Taehyung was the first to see a purpose in their powers and how they could work together. Alone, Jungkook had been a scared teleporter, his powers propelled him, but he had no direction. Alone, Jimin had been a shapeshifter that could gain freedom in his form, but was confined in so many other ways, unable to communicate with his friends. Alone, Hoseok was a force of nature, destructive more than he was productive, and alone, Taehyung could disappear, move undetected and get away with a lot, but it was so small in comparison to what Taehyung wanted, it was not enough.

But together? The scared little rabbit turned into a master hopper, taking his friends wherever they wanted to go. The shapeshifter learned how to transform into exactly what the group needed, becoming the perfect diversion, or tool, or weapon. The weathered man became a weather wonder, with practice Hoseok was able to harness his powers into the perfect storm. And Taehyung kept them hidden, under the radar, working in the shadows, helping his friends become more and more powerful.

Learning to master their powers had always been the goal, and honestly, the crime that followed was just a natural consequence. Their powers were just so perfectly suited for crime-

“How convenient,” Seokjin narrows his eyes on Taehyung, who remains unfazed. In fact, he looks proud thinking back to his friend’s first exploits.

Hopping into theaters without a ticket or hotels without a reservation, disappearing food off grocery shelves when they were hungry or clothes that they couldn’t afford. A large deer scaring workers away so his friends could take the latest electronic, a small contained fire so the group could leave without paying. It was stealing, sure, but they weren’t hurting anyone except for a few soulless corporations.

But then a circus came into town and Taehyung saw a different kind of opportunity. A crazy idea to everyone else but Taehyung, who was waiting for the perfect situation where they could use all their powers together.

“You did that?!” Seokjin laughs incredulously. Taehyung laughs too, thinking back to that day proudly. “But why?”

Their string of small thefts had prepared them for something sensational, something that would become the blueprint for Taehyung’s later exploits.

Growing up, Taehyung often felt helpless, but there were others much more helpless than him, without a voice to ask for help. Helping small creatures became something to fixate on instead of Taehyung’s troubled home life, like keeping a torn winged butterfly alive, saving something beautiful made him feel like his life was still worth it.

Young Taehyung hated most people, most people who were cruel like his father, but he loved nature and animals and those like him who were willing to protect the beauty in this world.

So, with Taehyung’s convincing, the group staged an elephant-napping! 

Disappearing an entire brigade of circus elephants, ransoming back Jimin, hopping the real elephants into the wild where they belonged, destroying the circus tent with the strongest winds ever recorded in the area, and taking their profits right under their noses, it was a chaotic debacle that...actually worked. It worked so well, none of them could believe it. It worked so well, they decided to keep going. What next?

Yoongi and Jin would have been the perfect addition. They could all become...so powerful! Taehyung could see it and Jin saw right through Taehyung, but he could also see how confident and strong the four men were now. By comparison, Jin was hanging on by a thread.

Jin scoffed, shaking his head back and forth. ‘Just imagine...imagine what you could be. What we can be! Can’t you see it? I can! Just look!’ Taehyung thinks.

“I don’t need to hold your hand for it to work.” Seokjin stares down at Taehyung’s outstretched hand.

‘Have you tried, man? Maybe it will help you focus...’ He moves closer, hand still welcoming Seokjin in, hoping for a truce. ‘We can help each other. You want some control, right? That’s what we all want.’

“No, you want to control.”

Taehyung laughs. ‘Yeah, so? Is that so horrible? You can look through all my thoughts, go ahead. Why were we given this kind of power if we weren’t meant to use it? We can be...a good team.’ When Seokjin looked into Taehyung’s mind, he saw the truth in his words.

Jin looked around at the vast desert and realized how content he felt for the first time in a very long time, how Jin could finally be himself here, in the middle of...nothing. Jin could be the king of nothing...

Or Jin could entertain Taehyung’s wild fantasies for just a moment...

Well, Jin couldn’t very well pay Yoongi’s kindness back in nothing...

And so Jin decided, fine, “If we’re going to be a team, I propose a team name then.”

“What?”

“Team Kim Seok Jin!” he joked, laughing and he grabbed Taehyung’s hand.

---

And they did work well together, Jin and Yoongi fit in like missing puzzle pieces. Taehyung had been right. Their powers lent an advanced level of “security” to their operations. They became an unstoppable force, they became partners in crime, they became friends...family.

And now Taehyung and Seokjin were both sharing a stage in front of thousands, both working together again, helping each other, because a very long time ago they both decided they wanted a whole lot more than the nothing they were dealt with.

-

Taehyung finishes his speech and the crowd cheers. By now the three of you have moved your way through the crowd, calculatedly finding each other until you’re all standing in the perfect spot to do some business.

In eye-shot there is a closed off section designated for “important” guests only. Celebrities, elite members of society, politicians-

Wait…

“What’s wrong?”

You yank Yoongi around so his back is to the tent too. “RM is there!” you hiss, pulling on Jungkook’s hair to get him to pay attention.

“Ow!” Jungkook lifts his hoodie up, courageously flicking your forehead in retaliation. Lucky for him you find his actions cute, but that doesn’t stop you from punching his shoulder and putting him in a headlock.

“He was not on the list! What the hell!” Yoongi grips his cell tighter, tapping into the electronic and scanning through the VIP guest list again. 

“Would you turn away a superhero if he randomly showed up?” you ask, then realizing who you were talking to when Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, you add, “I mean would they-yah!” Jungkook picks you up in his arms, abating your headlock.

Yoongi groans. You look over your shoulder quickly, noticing the crowd around RM. You scoff, catching all the women huddled around the larger than life hero, gazing up at him in reverence, practically undressing him with their eyes, ugh.

“The plan is still on!” you mutter, back to business, “If RM gets in the way, I’ll handle it”

“Alright,” Yoongi laughs amusedly. “JK, this one,” Yoongi holds up his cell in front of the younger man's face, showing Jungkook the screen. Displayed is a picture of a man with graying hair. You tilt your head to see as well, leaning on the tech talker’s shoulder. “Go fetch,” Yoongi teases.

“I will leave you on top of Mount Kilimanjaro,” Jungkook growls, “without hopping your clothes.”

You giggle, you would pay to see the tech talker power his way out of that. “Aww, good boy,” you pet the top of Jungkook’s head. He grabs your hand and bites it, gnawing on your palm to tickle you.

Honestly, the three of you should not have been in charge of this plot.

---

“Got ’em,” Jungkook hops back. “Next one?” Jungkook holds his hand out so Yoongi can give him another small device. Without another word Jungkook crouches down, disappearing in the process.

“People really don’t notice things, huh,” you mumble, hugging Yoongi.

“Well there’s a lot of people.” He drapes his arms around you. You smile and Yoongi stares down at your lips. “Lost in their own worlds,” he moves closer, “You can get away with a lot-”

“Next!” Jungkook hops up, right in between the both of you, your lips grazing the teleporter’s check instead. He flinches, surprised, and you smack him before he disappears once again.

Yoongi acts quicker this time, lips pressing tightly against yours until you forget all your annoyances, getting lost in the softness Yoongi rarely exhibits. Soft lips, soft tongues, soft caresses down your back... 

Jungkook bumps you both with his shoulder. “Next!” he says, annoyed he’s being ignored.

You giggle and find your favorite spot behind the tech talker’s ear to nibble, trying your best to distract him at the mission at hand as Yoongi fumbles with his cell.

---

“I can have a penthouse set up for you no questions asked, our city is beautiful, a lovely landscape to uhh fly-”

“My daughter is a huge fan, RM, let me introduce you-”

“We would love your support, we can set up some endorsement promos, if you don’t want the money, we could donate it to a charity?”

“RM! RM! Can I take a picture of us for my Instagram...pluh-ease!” 

“I, uh, better, um – just here for, er to make sure you’re all safe – um, I’ll just uhhhh-” Namjoon stumbles backward and hovers a few meters off the ground, needing some air away from the forming crowd. The superhero RM is becoming a celebrity amongst celebrities and they all “oooh” and “ahhh” at his small feat of power. 

Namjoon sighs. At this height he can see better anyways, he deduces, floating even higher. He knows Mayor Kim is up to no good, he just knows it! 

The sheer number of prolific figures visiting the city could not be a coincidence, and all perfectly rounded up in front of Taehyung, no, “V” and his gang were planning something, Namjoon could feel it in his bones.

Namjoon agonized on what to do, worried he too was falling into a trap if he were to come as RM, but Namjoon was confident if this was a trap, then he would be able to strong arm his way out of it. He is the strongest man in the world, after all.

And Namjoon wanted Mayor Kim to see him, cape and all, and know that the superhero was always going to be there to put a wrench in his evil plans.

Sure, it was a little obsessive the way Namjoon would keep tabs on The Mayor. Taehyung had wounded the practically indestructible superhero in a way that Namjoon couldn’t seem to ignore or forget. RM was always picking a fight with V and his team, he couldn’t help himself, like picking a scar, re-opening the deep cut in his heart. Namjoon was never going to forgive Taehyung for turning you against him.

But now The Mayor’s speech is over. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Namjoon wonders if he was wrong about Mayor Kim after all. Taehyung stands on the podium while one of his advisor’s addresses the crowd. Namjoon can’t help but scowl, wishing he had super hearing so he could listen-in on the conversation the Mayor and his “Head of Security,” Kim Seokjin, were currently engaged in. 

Jin excuses himself away. Namjoon raises an eyebrow, shouldn’t his Head of Security stay by Mayor Kim’s side at all times? What’s going on?

Namjoon smiles, ready for action. If there is a security breach, the superhero should be lending a helping hand too, it’s the right thing to do.

---

“Where are we hopping to, Bunny?”

“To Jin first,” Jungkook mutters. “And don’t call me, ‘Bunny.’”

You pout, hands squeezing Jungkook’s cheeks. “But you’re so cute, like a bunny.”

“First a dog, now a bunny,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’m not Jimin, you know.”

Yoongi places his elbow on your shoulder. “C’mon JK, we’re running late,” he warns.

“I wonder whose fault is that,” Jungkook looks between you and Yoongi accusingly.

“Let’s go! I don’t get paid unless this works!” you shush him.

Jungkook has tagged a few other Mayors, those who came to listen to Mayor Kim’s speech on his request to show their ‘support.’ A hollow gesture, Taehyung knew his bill was so controversial that when it came down to the help he needed, it would be one excuse after the other before they would really show their allegiance. 

That’s where you three came in. And Seokjin, the real boogeyman.

Jungkook hops you and Yoongi backstage, right in front of Jin-

-and RM.

“I knew it,” Namjoon grab’s Jin’s security badge, yanking the lanyard tightly around Jin’s neck.

“Well if you listened, I wasn’t exactly disagreeing with you-”

“You said, ‘what kind of crazy person would think you’d try something in front of so many people.’”

“W-Well obviously the kind who was right,” Jin grunts.

“We don’t have time for this, do something” Yoongi whispers to you. “Quickly!”

“I need to hop you all together,” Jungkook grunts under his breath. Now all four men are looking at you, Namjoon looking most disappointed of all.

‘Dammit.’ You had to say you would handle it, didn’t you, y/n? You start putting together a plan, sticking whatever idea you have that can remotely fit together in the seconds afforded to you, hoping you created something that works, a Picasso of strategies. 

‘Got it?’ you ask Jin, who translates the insanity he just witnessed in your brain to the others.

“Oh God...” Jin takes a swing at the superhero, who easily catches his fist.

RM stumbles backwards, suddenly overwhelmed by everyone else’s thoughts thanks to the mind reader pushing his powers through their conjoined hands. First puzzle piece, stroke of the brush, or whatever you wanna call the parts of this crazy plan-

A scuffle ensues. You jump on the superhero’s back like a spider monkey, RM holds the mind reader in a headlock, pushing through the mind noise, and Yoongi and Jungkook latch onto the superhero’s arms, quite unsuccessfully doing any form of restraint. 

This is such a bad plan! Ready?

‘By the way, that’s really not what I want to hear whenever we start a plan. It’s like being in the passenger’s seat and the driver screaming when turning onto traffic-’

Whatever! ONE TWO THREE GO!

Before you can cause a real commotion, you all disappear thanks to Jungkook’s teleportation.

And then you all reappear. Only this time, ten-thousand stories above ground…

And falling…

And screaming...

Namjoon uses his powers to stop everyone’s descent, hoovering in the air with four fully grown human beings holding onto him for dear life.

Life has a way of catching up to you, and sometimes you need to just be catched too. “Let go!” you yell. 

While Jin still struggles in RM’s grip, you, Jungkook, and Yoongi all let go.

Jungkook hops himself through the air, trying to get a hang of teleporting...while also falling to his death, not a feat he thought he would ever have to accomplish. 

Still holding onto the mind reader, Namjoon watches as you and Yoongi rapidly descend, astonished that you just willingly and recklessly decided to let yourselves fall.

Jungkook hops right into Yoongi’s path, crashing into each other and tailspinning together before they both disappear from Namjoon’s sight.

The pair finally roll to a stop on the ground, Jungkook definitely not prepared to handle the acceleration. Yoongi starts dry heaving as Jungkook stands up quickly. Always a fast learner, he disappears once again while the tech talker tries to regain his composure.

Yoongi lies down, staring at the sky, still surprised he was there just moments ago. Yoongi thinks the two specks in the sky might be his accomplices, but he truly has no idea how your plan is ever going to work...

‘Why isn’t she stopping herself?!’ Namjoon thinks, worried the high altitude has made it impossible for you as he watches as you fall backward, staring at him the whole way down.

“You know, she swore Jungkook not to save her. I guess she believes you’ll save her-”

“You’re lying!”

“You could be right,” Jin grunts, tightly squeezed by the superhero, “Or you could be deathly wrong. Are you willing to take that chance?” Namjoon grinds his teeth, accelerating him and the mind reader down.

Just as he is gaining momentum, Jungkook appears next to him with a coy smile, teleporting them all higher again, before falling and disappearing from RM’s sight once more.

“Let me go!” Seokjin yells, struggling as Namjoon descends after you again.

Namjoon is determined, he flies even quicker, not listening to Jin’s annoying thoughts. ‘It’s going to have to be me or her, Namjoon. We’re high, if you let me go, Jungkook can save me. That woman is crazy enough, you know she won’t give in. She’ll die if you don’t save her.’

To prove Jin’s point, Jungkook does it again, hopping the superhero even higher this time.

RM descends like a bolt of lightning. Jin curses this plan of yours, victim to the sickening shift in gravity once again. ‘She is not going to give up her life for whatever stupid shit you’ve planned! Y/n is not like that!’ For once, Namjoon can count on your own self-preoccupation. ‘Where the hell is that menace, Jungkook?!’ 

You’re falling faster now. You glance downward and hold out your hands, managing to slow yourself down in the air, but only momentarily before you start struggling again. 

Your body starts turning uncontrollably. ‘Save her, RM!’ Seokjin’s panicked voice permeates the superhero’s mind as he pushes away from him, attempting to free himself from Namjoon’s vice hold.

You scream. Namjoon curses, finally giving in.

He lets go of Jin, speeding through the air to you. But he’s too far away, he took too long. He pushes his body, accelerating to inhuman speeds trying to catch up with you.

-

Jungkook hops himself to the screaming mind reader, teleporting him to Yoongi. The three men all fall to the ground like bowling pins at the impact.

Jungkook stands and trips over his feet, disappearing in the process.

“You had to tell her ‘quickly,’ didn’t you?” Seokjin groans, trying to fix his wind-swept hair and clothes. Yoongi lets his mouth drop, back on the ground with grass and dirt in his hair again, regretting ever getting out of bed this morning.

-

You look down at the ground quickly approaching. Namjoon isn’t going to reach you. You smile, just knowing he tried was enough.

Namjoon screams your name. He will always be your hero no matter what.

You look up in his direction again and hold out your hand, manipulating the air in an attempt to slow him down, all the times he produced craters when trying for a soft landing replaying in your mind, but the super powered hero is flying too quickly, cutting right through your efforts, desperate to get to you.

You shut your eyes.

This is going to hurt. 

---

PART 2

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #bts fantasy au #bts supernatural au #bts superhero au #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #namjoon angst

[neechees]

Also - do you have any tips/tricks for making regalia? Not like a whole guide or anything, just any small pieces of advice that wouldn’t be easy to figure out on your own?

If you don't have access or money for leather/tanned hide, then you can use canvas. Lots of people even use canvas instead of leather to make moccasins. If you don't have access to canvas, you can cut up old jeans & use them as patterns for things like capes, leggings, arm bracers, vests, and a few other pieces (of course, if you use jeans, you'll have to sew & attach other cloth on top for the designs so that the denim doesn't show, & then layer it up if you're gunna bead it etc).

Most regalia incorporates feathers in some fashion, so if you're scared of dropping feathers yet want convenience, just buy false ones. That way if one falls off, you can just pick it back up. If its real and it falls off in the arbor, you have to leave it there, & a headman or pow wow director will bless it & you can retrieve it later

If you dont want to use string for securing on hairties or vests or other harnesses, then you can sew on velcro or elastic instead

If you have any fringes/ribbon on your regalia, get a lighter & burn the ends of them when cutting, it stops them from fraying (& you can also do this if some start to fray)

If you're doing your own beadwork, the most standard bead sizes thar most people use are 10s & 11s

You don't always have to use thread that's the same color of the fabric it sits on! You can color coordinate the threads with other fabrics if you want some dimension & fun color contrast. See example below

Those are just a few tips from me that I can think of atm. Good luck!

#anonymous

[tobiasdrake]

That was a complete unmitigated disaster. Good job, everyone. We're heroes.

If he dies, I'm hitting you with my beatstick.

Not because I blame you or anything. You stuck your neck out to help us and I really appreciate what you're doing for us. I want you to know that.

No, I just mean that if he dies, I am going to be an absolute emotional wreck and am liable to start lashing out at whatever's nearby. Zale already knows to get out of the way. This isn't a threat, it's a caution warning.

My life, your life, I'll throw this whole goddamn village under the bus if I have to. I know what my answer to the Trolley Problem is and I'm not ashamed to say it.

And so we somehow wrap right back around to "We will either burgle this powerful wizard or rob them; Let's roll those dice!"

This is a bit of a pattern with you, isn't it Captain Cliche?

That just sounds like ordinary sibling drama to me. I think all siblings are like that.

Oh, that's convenient. We might have some moral qualms about this if she was the good or neutral one. I mean, as mentioned, if I had to beat her to death with a stick to save Garl, I'd do it either way. But if she's the evil one, then I can sleep easy tonight even if this burgla-robbery does go south in the worst possible way.

Oh shit, is he going to charge us in obols? Because all I have is gold. And not much gold, since I spent all of it on an incredible piece of gear that is currently in Garl's possession, goddammit.

Look, if I made good lifestyle choices, I wouldn't have come to this island voluntarily and with full knowledge of what I would find here.

Oh, she has a real name now. Well, welcome aboard, Cap'n. You will continue referring to me as God-Empress... whatever I fucking said when we met, I have no idea.

Oh god, you have to talk to him in rhyme. Do we get free passage if we can beat him in a rap battle?

Well, fuck. He beat us in the rap battle so Cap'n had to get desperate.

That answers my questions about how the Coin gets used. You do not have to be sneaky about it. If you hand it over to the undead entity, they are required to accept your business transaction.

But it doesn't enslave them or anything. You get one transaction. Nothing more.

Such a fascinating artifact.

So much for buying the Vespertine with it. But honestly, that's for the best. Like I noted earlier, the Captain of the Vespertine was thrown overboard so it's not even his ship anymore.

Well, we're here. And we aren't going back without proper payment this time. We have a necromancer to burgle (or rob) and a green flame to locate.

Yeah. Uh. I'll keep that in mind, inexplicable Victorian Gentleman.

And might I just say, I appreciate the civility. Not every undead is as polite as you. Which may or may not be related to the recent rise in broken kneecaps among zombie servants.

Like these guys. Nobody with a tongue like that ever has good intentions. Those guys are getting their kneecaps broken.

But you and I? As long as things stay civil, we're cool.

...I already miss Garl. He was very good at keeping us all well-nourished.

Oh, it's you again. If you aren't on guard patrol then what are you? Like, her secretaries or something?

Yeah, if I wanted to design a place that screams "Necromancer's Lair, enter at your own peril", this is what I'd go with.

Oh, this guy is a guard; He was just being lenient earlier. Okay, guess we can add a couple more kneecaps to the list.

Oh shit, I think the pirates were talking about this guy. The Dweller's mansion used to be his.

Y'know, if this island is a duchy then that implies the existence of a kingdom that this duchy is a territory of. I wonder what king or queen Aventry served under?

Questions later. Kneecaps now.

WHOA HO HO HO That is a huge skull-hammer. I love it. I'm going to take it off your corpse after your deanimation.

It's even color-coordinated for me already.

That's what I thought. Between me and my cinnamon roll is a bad place to stand. I'm glad we're on the same page about that now.

Oh yeah, by all means. We'll be over here. Giggling. Because Zale got old off by a zombie for not being quick enough.

Teehee.

I can't believe you managed to make a friend out of the security guard whose kneecaps we just broke. During the robbery in progress. I'm genuinely awestruck by your socializing abilities.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[deusvervemakesgames]

Project RBH Devlog 0001 – Finding Direction

There were some real-life complications that means this Devlog doesn’t have quite the progress that I would like, namely how long it took me to get feedback on my experiments. 70 mph windstorms can do that, apparently. The good news is that nobody was harmed, and damage was minimal.

To recap, I found three possible directions for Project RBH, and I promised to settle on one of them and write up a Game Design Document (GDD). And I have reached my conclusion from probably-not-extensive-enough playtesting.

Project RBH will involve the player starting out with a basic attack that they steadily upgrade over the course of a run, until by the end they are filling the screen with bullets like an angry god.

So the next step is writing out the GDD to make sure that the game actually reflects this idea.

I touched on it last time, but I feel like there’s more to say about GDDs and what makes them such useful tools for game design and development.

Conveniently, Game Maker’s Toolkit recently put out this video on means of analyzing games which ties directly into this subject.

The short version of this video is that a game’s systems and mechanics lead to dynamic interactions with the player(s), in turn coloring their emotional response. For example, a game where you have big guns and lots of bullets will probably make you feel like an unstoppable action movie hero, while a game with limited ammunition and powerful enemies will make you feel disempowered and cautious.

The GDD is a way for the development team and the designers to coordinate the systems and mechanics to steer the dynamics and achieve the desired emotional response. It’s an incredible tool for focusing design and development to a single, sharpened point. A way to ‘fail faster,’ so to speak.

Failing Faster refers to the practice of constant iteration as quickly as possible, in order to achieve more feedback and learn from the parts that don’t work. It’s the entire reason I threw together my current prototype even though I haven’t done my GDD yet. And yes, the GDD itself can be used to fail faster. Getting ideas out of your head and onto the page forces you to think of how to communicate those ideas, and gives you something tangible to show people and receive feedback on.

It's a way to prevent Perfect from being the enemy of Good.

But what’s included in a GDD? Yes. Yup, that too.

I’ve still got a template from my college professors while I was getting my degree in game design, and it includes:

The World,

Intended Audience,

Unique Selling Point

Multiple sections on plot and characters

Means of narrative progression

Locations, Layout, Maps

Intended Gameplay Experience

Enemies

Combat

Obstacles

Items and Equipment

User Interface

Art Style

Music and Sound

Among several other things.

As you can see, it’s a lot. Luckily, it’s divided into sections which makes it a heck of a lot easier to get through, especially because I don’t need to write an entire essay per section. The GDD is a living document, meant to be edited and updated throughout the lifespan of a project. I also won’t necessarily need every section.

This does, however, lead us to our next problem with the design. Story.

I’m the kind of person who really likes narrative in his games. Traditionally, Roguelike/lites are not known for being exactly narrative heavy. The cyclical nature of dying, restarting for zero, dying again, repeat, doesn’t always lend itself to storytelling.

Luckily this is a problem that has been solved multiple times. The recent Hades, for example, turns that very thing I listed as an obstacle to storytelling into a vehicle to drive the story forward. Heat Signature gives each of your playable characters a motivation; a specific goal they wish to achieve before dying or retiring, letting the player craft each character’s narrative through their successes and failures. Cult of the Lamb has a narrative explanation for your immortality and your runs with a plot that continues through the whole game, albeit a simple one. And, of course, the Mystery Dungeon games have been telling stories with roguelike elements for a long, long time.

The issue is not that it is impossible to tell a story in this kind of game. The problem is that calling my budget ‘shoestring’ is a gross exaggeration. Having a simple excuse plot like the one in Orbital Bullet would dramatically reduce the development time of Project RBH.

On the other hand, making this game the way I am is already enough of a pipe dream that it might be worth going all-in on it.

So that’s where things stand at the end of Week 1. Next week I’ll be checking in with the progress of my GDD, and deciding how and where to start actually making this thing.

Until next Devlog!

-DeusVerve

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#devlog #indie dev #game development #indie game #game dev #video games #rbh

[council-of-beetroot]

I like the fact that the Baltics are color coordinated for your convenience.

#hetalia #hws lithuania #hws estonia #hws latvia #hws baltics

[hirocimacruiser]

LIFE TOGETHER

NISSAN

Bringing human kindness to cars.

Navan, it's an elegant weapon.

Keep your speed down and drive well. Fasten your seatbelt.

With a new Silvia, Navan evolves even further. Adding 7 exterior and interior items to the existing lineup, we are moving into the realm of innovative total coordination. Elegant armament It starts with Navan, an optional part that combines quality and design at a high level.

Silvia Q's

navan aluminum road wheel

navan rear spoiler

navan rear window screen ・navan accent stripe ・

Aeroform bumper, side sill protector,

This is an example of installing a rear side protector.

Navan items "Interior"

navan Recaro seat for driver/passenger ¥215,000 each [①]

The navan Recaro seat is a combination of RECARO's seat know-how and Nissan's vehicle know-how. By developing a dedicated mounting bracket for the new Silvia, we suppressed the rise in the hip point, which is common in commercial products, and stuck to maintaining the optimum driving position that Silvia seeks. The design also pursues navan originality. Ecsaine, which has a high-quality suede texture and excellent breathability, is used in the center of the seat, and the navan logo is sewn in to create a unique identity. Of course, it inherits both the excellent functionality of the RECARO seat, which has been recognized around the world, and the versatility that allows it to be used continuously just by replacing the bracket, even when the car is changed in the future. Ecsaine. is a registered trademark of Toray Industries, Inc.

Leather-wrapped steering wheel (with boss) ¥43,000 (standard type) [②]

A steering wheel that is thoroughly focused on grip comfort by selecting only the finest and finest cowhide leather and finishing it by the hands of skilled craftsmen. In addition, ASCD, audio switches, etc. are also incorporated, and types with functionality that cannot be imitated by others are also available.

Genuine leather shift knob ¥12,000 (for M/T) ¥18,000 (for A/T) [③]

A gun-grip shift knob made from the same finest leather as the steering wheel. Of course, the A/T version corresponds to the O/D switch, and the M/T version is also changed for each car model to match the car.

Navan items "Exterior"

Rear spoiler (3 split type) from ¥71,000 [4]

A newly developed large 3-split type rear spoiler that matches the image of Silvia. The strong individuality that a novel form different from others insists on. But it is by no means crude. The calculated overall form, the navan logo plate on the tail end... The design sense unique to navan makes the sporty Silvia even more sporty.

System carrier (Please use the base carrier system in combination with various attachments) Base carrier system ¥41,000 Ski attachment ¥19,000〔5〕

A system carrier exclusively for Nissan vehicles that is compatible with various objects and thoroughly pursues safety and durability. Double and triple safety measures with drop prevention cover and anti-theft key in addition to secure installation with vehicle-specific mounting brackets. Convenience that various attachments can be exchanged without removing the base carrier. Curved design aimed at reducing wind noise. Thorough anti-rust treatment down to a single screw. Numerous running tests in the state attached to the actual vehicle. All of these are proof that this system carrier is a first-class product.

Forged 1-piece aluminum road wheel ¥62,000 (15×6-JJ, 1 piece) [⑥]

An aluminum road wheel created through joint development with a manufacturer that manufactures BBS wheels. The excellent strength, roundness and lightness of weight unique to forged one-piece wheels have been proven with BBS wheels, and their durability exceeds the JWL standard set by the Ministry of Transport by several times. Available colors are silver metallic and gun gray metallic. Its design, which has no straight lines, strongly asserts the identity of navan.

NEW

Pioneer and discerning parts brand Navan

Rear window screen ¥10,000

For catalog requests

navan original sticker phone card present!

If you would like to request a catalog, please attach the catalog request ticket to a postcard and write down your address, your name, your age, your current vehicle model (know/did not know) navan items (have/do not have). If you have, please fill in your opinion and impressions about the item name navan and request it to the following. In addition to the catalog, stickers will be given to everyone. In addition, we will present a phone card by lottery. 6-17-1 Ginza, Chuo-ku, Tokyo 104-23 Nissan Motor Co., Ltd. Car Life Product Department navan Section

Catalog billing ticket BC-n-9-10

#S14 Silvia #Navan Silvia #Nissan Silvia #S14 Q's Silvia #JDM

[captain-of-silvenar]

🛁💁‍♀️👠 for yera and/or kerasil, your pick :3

I did Kerasil earlier today, so I'll do Yera for this one!

🛀🏿 Is bathing a luxury or a chore for them? Are they a long, sybaritic soak sort of bather, or a just-getting-clean sort?

BATHING IS A LUXURY. After spending weeks, or even months, on the road living in the dirt or woods, in sleeping inside caves and dungeons, all Yera can afford at times is a wet rag or just living in her own sweat for awhile. Nothing she hasn't done in her long life, but it certainly isn't always the best when you roll up to an inn or tavern and you can hear the folks flinch away from you.

Yera used to be pretty efficient with cleaning before she got into her wealth. Just wash in the lake, or the river, make sure to get all the leaves and dirt out of her hair, and she was golden. Now that she actually owns a house and the funds to have a bathtub, a warm soak is the best thing in the entire world.

That's not to say she is only a bathtub soaker anymore. It depends on the mood and how convenient it is to do so, but if given time and space Yera will always choose having a warm bath over anything else.

💁🏾‍♀️ What is their hare care regimen like? Do they color, straighten, curl, or otherwise change their hair regularly?

Yera would say she takes great care of it. She combs it, cuts it even, makes sure to get all the dirt and leaves and bugs out of it. It's a distinguishing part of her features so it has to be taken care of.

If you ask Lydia, she would truthfully answer that it is haphazard at best, and looks more grey than white most days.

There is a reason Yera keeps her hair short and a low maintenance hairstyle. It's not that she's neglectful of her hair, just that she feels that just a quick finger brush and keeping it clean is enough for her needs. So long as it's not sticky or falling over her face annoyingly it's alright in her books.

It's not horrible looking, but once Lydia learned that her Thane was basically dunking her head into a barrel of water and calling it there she knew she had to do something.

So now Yera has a dedicated hair care regimen that is required at least once a week by order of her housecarl (Lydia can be pretty forceful when required). It's a really nice bone comb that Lydia got her for, and Yera takes great pains to make sure the comb is well cared for and never chips.

Lydia wishes Yera had the same dedication for her hair, but it's the thought that counts.

Yera also doesn't really change the hairstyle, nor dye it despite how different it looks and how easily identifiable it makes her. A blind bosmer woman with pure white hair is pretty easy to narrow down, but her hair is a feature of her person. And Yera will be damned to let anyone tell her how to change or manage her body in a way she doesn't agree with.

👠 Do they coordinate their outfit and accessories carefully, or just wear any old rag that passes the sniff test and their most comfortable shoes? Somewhere in between?

To shift how Yera takes care of herself again, she does take great care in coordinating her outfit. In the beginning she only had one set of clothes and armor so she just cared about those being in good condition. Now that she has a house and money to spend on outfits she likes accessorizing again.

It's been over 100 years since Yera last saw colors, but she still remembers them and which one she likes the most. This usually falls into reds, yellows, the occasional blue paired with darker colors, and obviously gold when affordable.

Lydia helps out putting the clothes together and describing them to Yera for selection. Then they're put close together in the closet so that there is less confusion as to where they are.

Boots are organized from utilitarian to comfort on the rack for Yera to decide on a whim to wear that day.

Accessories are in a dedicated jewelry box with extra dividing sections Yera can organize to her liking.

You won't find Yera wearing precious jewels or dressing up in a gown, even in important social events. She still prefers function over fashion, but there's no reason to not get those plush cotton pants at the market today. Lydia, please, they're a different color this time and they feel so soft. We have so much money, what's another pair of pants to us?

#yera oakvine #skyrim #bosmer #tes #elder scrolls #if it's not obvious yera is blind #but that doesn't mean appearances aren't important at all #it's just really funny in my head that she is very focused on the larger clothing/outfit appearance #but her hair? eeeehhh bare minimum keep the dirt out that's good enough i promise #answered ask

[vettelsbitch]

RULES: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have. Thanks for the tag Niamh! @milflewis

what you want (nothing is for free)

Max was horny. He was alone in his hotel room. He was tired, but his skin crawled with want.

locked out of heaven

Two days after Lewis comes back from his trip, he finally brings out the box.

There's boob guys, there's butt guys, and there's Daniel

Daniel’s thumb slides a little where it’s pressing against his phone screen, stopping Lewis’ Instagram story from changing to the next one. The color coordination of his workout clothes and phone case is excellent; his legs are even nicer. He’s impressed with Lewis’ muscles and his dedication to his body. That’s all. But his skin looks so soft. He probably keeps up with his waxing appointments way better than he does. Soft enough to touch. Lewis is lifting his shorts and his quads look so good— he could crush someone with them. Daniel comes back to Earth when Michael throws one of the resistance elastics at his head.

blushing petals

Max's heart jumped out of his chest when the concierge brought up his packages for the week. Buried among sponsor logos and other useless mail was a little box, much wider than it was tall, plain cardboard with his address and no logos at all. Discreet.

Coffee Break

Valtteri breathes in deeply, the full-bodied aroma of his favorite dark roast enveloping him. The cup of coffee is warm between his hands, the familiar weight and comfort of it calming him down. He moves to sit down on the couch, careful not to spill even a drop. The leather is cold against the back of his calves, but the first sip of coffee warms him up from the inside. He sits back, spreading his legs a little. His right foot bumps onto Daniel's knee.

wet ink looks darker

He finds Daniel in their living room, sitting on the couch and looking at his phone.

tear down my reason

Pierre doesn't really know how it started—their fooling around, that is. He remembers exactly where it began: in a dark Monaco club when they were both a little too drunk and a little too horny, and then they kept going out of habit and convenience. Who better to get your rocks off with, especially when your team fucks up your race, than your teammate?

Just another proof of the fact that sometimes I just can not stop myself from going on and on, but I am really proud of some of this first lines, this was fun!

tagging (no pressure!) @meova101 @toastandvegemite @mwebber

#fic stuff #I'm suprised I have 7 f1 fics already #i feel like i always take so long to write anything (which i do) #in my defense most of what I write is also somewhat long #I'm just have a Tolkien style writing if he wrote f1 rpf smut

[therealnightcity]

motion, stature and road for Hiro 🖤 texture, hair for Ares 🖤 change, night for Avi 🖤 gorgeous babiiees 🖤

Character asks for @dreamskug 🥰🥺

Hiro:

Motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Hiro moves easily, a confidence that comes from both combat and dancing at least several times a week. It's more natural than how Avi moves, similarly skilled but less uncanny. A lot of his hobbies are physical, and he moves like someone who's sure of his body and what it can handle--he focuses on hand-to-hand combat and used to spar with Viktor and Jackie. Hiro prefers clothing that doesn't hinder his movement, either closely fitting and clinging like a second skin, or loose enough to not pose a hazard--nothing that would easily get tangled up in his legs, or impractical heels unless he's certain he's not working. It's also why he wears his hair up in a bun--it's down past his shoulders otherwise. Hiro is capable of being graceful, particularly if he's trying.

Stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Hiro is short but muscular, and is a bit vain regarding his appearance. He puts a lot of time into taking care of it, and that's reflected in how he presents himself. He's extensively tattooed, and has a body-suit that covers from his neck to his ankles, and a couple body piercings, in addition to the ones on his face. He's 5'4/162cm, and has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about it, especially considering his siblings are 6'0 and 6'3 respectively. He likes sneakers or boots with a bit of extra height, and is quick to say he's 5'4 and a half (he's absolutely not). Despite being a little insecure about his height, and that people don't always take him seriously, he's not afraid to show off a little. It doesn't matter how impractical the crop top and leather jacket are if all his cyberware is internal anyway.

Road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Prior to 2077 Hiro had never traveled outside Night City--he didn't have the financial stability, nor the personal freedom to do so, and it wasn't something that was a priority of his. Most of his traveling gear is cobbled together by things he's salvaged or been gifted (or borrowed stolen.) It depends on the sort of traveling he's doing too--his roadtrip look differs greatly from his Badlands gear. For a road trip he'd wear something similar to his every day looks, but more comfortable, and casual. If he was on his bike, it would be a helmet and road leathers, and boots with a bit of a heel. For the badlands, he was completely unprepared his first time, and finally got more suitable clothing at the urging of his half-sister, and her promise that she wasn't going to save him from his own stubborness. The nomad vest he found is an impratical, deep red, instead of a more reasonable tan or green, but he likes the color, and she knows better than to argue with him.

Ares:

Texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Ares isn't terribly picky about textures. Rough, or soft, doesn't really bother her either way. She's more concerned with durability, and anything extremely delicate probably won't hold up well to the wear she's going to put it through. She'd rather buy something that lasts forever, than have to constantly be getting new things, particularly when the drive into the city isn't the most convenient one. She's fond of sturdy leather, or denim, or cotton that breathes well. She doesn't like stuff that sticks to her skin in the heat, so poly/nylon is usually out. Linen is a favorite of hers, and she has several button down shirts that she uses when she needs something a little nicer.

Hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Ares has a lot of hair, even with it partially shaved, so she's always looking for ways to keep it out of her face. It's deep black, and thick and a little unruly, so she usually wears it up in a bandana, or in a ponytail or braid. Sometimes she'll wear it in a messy bun when it's too damn hot, and she's tired of it sticking to her neck. She's considered cutting it shorter but she's almost always worn it long, and she's worried she'd not like it and have to spend forever growing it back out. Her bandanas have a lot of meaning. She collects ones with cool patterns and has one that her parents gave her that she keeps tied to her bag or holding her hair up--a little reminder of them, even when they're far away.

Avi:

Change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Avi's appearance has changed the most out of his three siblings. He was virtually indistinguishable from any other street kid on the docks, until he got involved with Arasaka. He started wearing his hair shorter, and began gradually acquiring more cyberware. As he climbed the career ladder at Arasaka he built up his income, and taste took a turn for the more expensive, tactical gear and well-cut suits. The biggest shift for him was his eyes, when he switched his 'ganic ones for cybernetics. They have a glowing ring, similar to Hanako Arasaka's eyes, the ghostly blue echoing another Arasaka assassin. It does nothing to make the two dislike each other less. He leans away from tattoos, more for reasons of personal taste than any real dislike. They're fine on other people, but not for him, and don't align with his personal aesthetic.

Night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Avi prefers luxury, even in clothing that isn't worn outside and his pajamas are no exception. He wears sleek, slik pajama bottoms and has a dressing robe that he tosses on when he gets out of bed. As nice as it is, he'd prefer not to answer the door in sleepwear, preferring the illusion that he's always on alert, rather than lounging in silk pjs. Occasionally he'll forgo them entirely, but this is rare unless he's with his partner, and prefers to feel like he wouldn't be caught unaware.

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[aris-c0rner]

beautiful deception || preface.

𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐅 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄 :

At a glance, the Tuesday that changed your life started out as nothing more than an ordinary early autumn morning. The leaves were painted gold while they held on dearly to the trees, the birds were beginning to cross overhead towards warmer climates, and there was only a faint chill in the breeze when it swept gently through the streets. Everything was calm, and everything was familiar. Even your walk along the outskirts of downtown Pyongston was the same as it always was; you passed by the same houses and complexes as you'd passed the morning before, the scenery a constant on your way to the local college.

The only thing that was different on that fateful Tuesday morning was the bullet that ripped through your shoulder in the middle of a run-down convenience store.

∞♛∞♛∞

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 :

❍ Mark Lee: black hair (think regular era) mysterious, quirky, intelligent and quick witted; favorite color is blue, likes fall, and has the dorkiest laugh. mark lee is the jack of all trades, ace member, third in command, & backup mission head.

❍ Song Y/N: welcome to your story! for fic purposes, you are a med student in the fictional town of pyongston, south korea, completing a degree to work in the big shot hospitals. you are considered as a goody two-shoes student, never seen without a book; you’re a quick thinker, with a very logical mind and high intelligence. your fatal flaw is your curiosity and inquisitive nature, which puts you in some pretty dangerous situations. you’ve not got many friends, you prefer to stick to yourself (this also for the purpose of plot, as having many friends would raise suspicion lol.) your strengths will be revealed later.

∞♛∞♛∞

𝐓 𝐇 𝐄  1 2 7  𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 :

❍Lee Taeyong: gang leader, main planning coordinator, main fighter ❍ Moon Taeil: tech, hacking and engineering, general support ❍ Dong Sicheng (WinWin): gunslinger, training head, combat fighter ❍ Nakamoto Yuta: combat fighter, communications lead, security detail ❍ Johnny Seo: missions leader, skilled weaponry, planning team head ❍ Lee Haechan: explosives & mechanics, auto, getaway driver ❍ Jung Jaehyun: media coverage, smoothtalking, negotiations master ❍ Kim Doyoung: covert operations, stealth missions transport, scouter — the rest of the characters will be introduced later. ∞♛∞♛∞

𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 :

❏Setting: fictional town of Pyongston, South Korea ❏Time: around present day, but i left out ages and all that because it’s been years since i started this and i just cannot keep up with them all. ❏Genre: fanfiction; found family, lots of action, angst, fluffy romance, slow burn ish, obviously this is a gang au, features all of nct (ot21, nct 2018); heaps of plot but i balanced it out with lots of cuteness so don't be intimidated ❏Pairing: y/n × mark lee; no love triangles bc love triangles suck booty!! ❏Other notes: all events in this book are a production of my imagination, so I apologize if there are any coincidental similarities to real life. please contact me if you believe this book to be copying other works. also, if you've come across a fic extremely similar to this on wattpad, then don't worry bc i wrote that one as well. i just switched it over to tumblr because of the target audience (also reader inserts are way more fun).

༄ read at your own discretion- there won't be any smut in this book, but there is some potentially mature stuff because nct is hot; also contains cussing, gang-related crime, violence, and minor bloodshed, as well as some graphic content that is flagged with markers throughout the fic. please don't interact if you aren't comfy with the material within! xoxo, ari™

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[mercurygray]

oc asks: can I request "motion" for Connie, "texture" and "change" for Joan, and "formal" for Marj? please and thank you!

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Connie grew up on a farm - she's aware of her body and its limitations and power because she's used to using it. I don't know that coordinated is necessarily the best word, but she moves with a kind of confidence. Connie choses her clothes for comfort and convenience, and they're often a little baggy, just for that ease of motion. (She is not trying to get the most fashionable silhouette here.)

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can’t wear or don’t like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Joan loves well-made clothes - her mother is a fiend about dressing well, her aunt is a Parisian in all but name. I see her in a lot of smooth wool suitings and silk shirts, but she's also not immune to wearing a flannel shirt and jeans for working on her father's ranch. Joan is very much someone who wears her clothes, rather than letting her clothes wear her. I don't know that there's anything she wouldn't wear from a texture perspective.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

I'm sure that when Joan joined the army she changed her haircut just a little, to make it more manageable. I think that the biggest change might be when she returns to her pre-war look after the war is over - if you're used to seeing someone look a certain way for a long time, you get to thinking that's their normal, and it's really not, for her.

I do have a headcanon for Joan and tattoos - it's a very 1950s classic style flash of a Fairburn-Sykes fighting knife with Noli Me Tangere wrapped around the handle. I'm not sure what timeline she'd get that in, though. It's a little out of character for 1940s Joan, to have a tattoo.

formal: What’s your OC’s formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Marj cleans up pretty well. I don't think it's her favorite thing to do, but I think she enjoys the frivolity of a good dinner-dance- datenight combo. Marj has one really nice pearl set that her parents got her for graduating college, which she wears very regularly for more formal things. I tend to think of her really nice dresses being on the sky-blue end of the spectrum, to bring out the color of her hair - probably strapless, since she can pull that off, and nice big voluminous 50s skirts.

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