#not huge changes to the point he'd be unrecognizable at any point but yeaH

[saevus-brutalis]

you see that guy with a scarred face and you're not gonna start sweatin’?

vincent elijah vahn-reyes | mercenary, ex-military, sniper

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dob; 12th November 2019, Night City [58] nationality; American-Swiss affiliation; Afterlife underground, Lazarus CO. family; Alexis Sylvia Vigo [mother], Keana Emily Reyes [half-sister], Damien 'Skiff' Vigo [uncle], Philip Norman Reyes [father], Chalice Stephens-Reyes [step-mother]

body stats; 198cm / 162kg hair; black (natural), greying eyes; pale, milky-pink; blacked out sclera, magenta glow identifying cyberware; custom-made Monarch PX44 manufactured by Nocturne Cybernetics, heavy-lift military-issued cybernetic spine implant manufactured by Militech other identifying features; large burn scar on the back, chemical burns on the right leg and left shoulder, neck scars

lesser known facts; — suffers from chronic back pain due to faulty cyberspine. it is impossible to swap out the faulty cyberware without causing significant damage to both nerves and muscles, so in order to function somewhat normally he's forced to inject himself with painkillers directly into his back and rely on pain-numbing drugs. — Vincent Vahn is not his real name but an alias. the name belongs to a dead man, whose name he saw etched onto a stone niche in North Oak Columbarium. however Elijah is his actual middle name given to him by his mother. — surprisingly good with small kids, not so much with teenagers — doesn't like showing off his burnt back, especially to strangers, people he's not close with. — his taste in men includes mainly nomads and rockerboys — dog tags around his neck belong to him and his deceased friend from the army - Michael Joshua Bryant — certified big boy senior citizen

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ𝕊 (Crumb)

You were once his colorful spark of adventurous dreams while he was stuck in a monotone nightmare of what had been chosen for him. And now, years after he'd escaped and quietly disappeared, he's back- and you're nothing but strangers.

Tags/Warnings: non-idol AU, Angst, Friends to strangers to lovers, smut, I know you've all been waiting for what mom might make out of the groceries aka topless calvin Klein kook, mentions of death, mentions of questionable past time activities (smoking, drinking, drugs but no consumption of such, sex, gambling), more TBA

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"Where's puffball?" Jungkook asks, carefully walking into your apartment, visibly tense as he follows you slowly, rather taking a look around.

"Where he always sleeps." You simply say, and Jungkook needs to think for a second, before his face turns towards the corner near your entrance door, where a small coffee table stands instead of the tiny red dog bed he was expecting-

A picture of the tiny off-white poodle mix on top of it, his baby blue collar in front with a candle unlit.

"Oh.." jungkook can't find the words, his throat suddenly clogging up. Everyone always said how ugly that dog was, and yeah, objectively he was- with the overbite and tongue hanging out, he truly wouldn't have ever won a beauty contest. But you loved the little guy- and Jungkook loved him too, despite his constant yapping.

"Died of kidney failure last year December." You shrug as you search through a bookshelf, opening a folder with documents. "Wasn't surprising."

"I'm.." he starts, before he bites his lip, scratches the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You chuckle, trying to just brush it off. Truth be told it still hurts to talk about it- but you don't want him to know that. "You didn't kill the guy." You joke, taking out some paperwork as you sit down on the couch.

"No, It's not that-" he says, eyes focused on the grey-ish pull out couch in front of him.

The same you both made love on, years ago, the same he held you on through the entire night before you went for a round two in the morning, the same he decided that he needs change on.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. To.. comfort you." He offers.

Again, only a shrug of your shoulders. You don't acknowledge him at all, it feels like.

And he can't even blame you.

"Here- that should be all the papers for the car." You instead change the topic, holding out the documents- which he takes, though he sits down next to you as well, with a respectful distance. It feels off, awkward, like punishment for his cowardly behavior years prior.

It's like you switched sides- your tattoos covered up by simple black leggings, blank white top covering your upper half. The only hint of color is in the split ends of your hair- though even that's faded to the point of almost being unrecognizable.

And now he's the rebel of the two of you, going against the norms with his tattoos and piercings and hair and everything- something he'd always admired you for, back then.

But the world had finally broken you down it looks like- society having forced you into submission after all, despite your back then huge ambitions.

"Are you sure I can just.. have it?" He asks again, just to make sure you really don't want the car any longer- and you nod.

"I had a seizure three months back, so I'm not allowed to drive anyway." You say nonchalantly, leaning back against the couch, arms and legs crossed to almost fend him off it seems like. "Not that I'd want to ever again." You confess.

"..down the old EDM club." He suddenly says, looking at you. "Near the main road. That was you?" He asks, and you nod, though your furrowed brows and challenging eyes show clearly that you're asking for why he knows about it. "I.. kept up with the news and.." he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, the other hand careful not to clutch the papers too hard. "I wanted to know you're alright."

"Cool." You simply say, nothing else.

He looks at you, waiting for something more you might day- but you don't. You just look at him with a strange mixture of emotions he can't really distinguish. It's all washed together into one muddy mess- and he knows it's his fault that you're so on guard.

He's a stranger to you now, after all.

"Car was never fixed up, by the way." You say, moving to get up. "So you've got some work to do or money to spend." You say, and Jungkook gets up as well, walking after you towards the door that you open for him.

He slips back into his Chelsea boots, before he looks back at you, mouth opening before you can even deny him. "I know you're pissed at me." He says. "And you got every right to."

"Great we talked about that- now leave." You say, pointing out the door.

"I'm not gonna say this to get my dick wet." He tells you with a serious face, as you stare him down, daring him foe his next words. "But I need you to know that you.. what happened between us, that was fucking special." He says. "So much so that I knew I had to change in order to.. become someone." He says.

"Someone what?" You ask, crossing your arms defensively- because his words are getting to you.

"Just someone." He explains. "I wasn't anyone at all back then. Just.. a puppet who did what I for told. I had no personality. No ambitions, nothing- I only had you." He words out, and your gaze softens. "And I couldn't stay with you because.. I would've probably hurt you at some point."

"You still did." You say, and he nods, tongue playing with his piercing.

"I did." He agrees. "But not as bad as I would've if I'd stayed." He tries to justify. "I- listen, can't we.. start over?" He wonders, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "We're basically strangers by now anyway, aren't we?"

You are.

The jungkook in front of you is nothing like the blank canvas he used to be. He's vibrant despite the lack of color he's actually wearing, full of emotions, opinions and views. This jungkook is filled to the brim with things-

While you've become empty instead now, taking his place.

"I don't think I'm the person you remember." You deny. "We don't fit- in fact, we never did." You shake your head.

"Five years might change a lot-" he says, round black orbs watching you intently. "-but the won't change what's in here." He says, offers, hopes, inked finger gently pointing to where your heart sits underneath the shirt and your skin and bones.

And much to your demise, he seems to be right.

Because you're sure he can probably feel it beating faster from this faint touch alone.

[no-psi-nan]

Oh yeah that totally makes sense and I definitely get the allure of Terusai.

Though I will point out that Saiki already does pretty well in the public eye: the clown & the school play episodes show that he doesn't really get nervous about being the center of attention, even if he'd obviously prefer not to for safety reasons.

And he WANTS to hang out with his friends more (towards the end obvs), the mixer and escape room episodes prove that he wishes he could just hang out with his friends and be himself around them. It's just that this would increase the risk of his powers getting discovered.

That's just it though: I just can't picture any future situation where Saiki wouldn't have way more safety risks, where both of them could thrive, without either of them changing to be unrecognizable.

The main issue imo is that as long as Teruhashi remains as beautiful as she is, Saiki will always be in danger from guys who admire her.

Here's a few scenarios I've thought through as an example:

Teruhashi and Saiki keep their relationship secret forever

-> Teruhashi continues to be pursued by half of the human population and they both have to be normal about it. I do not think they can succeed at this for very long...

Teruhashi publicly announces that she's taken and that Saiki is her boyfriend

-> Now Saiki is a public figure, if he messes up with his powers then it will quickly be traced back to him

-> The problem of Saiki's safety remains because not everyone will have received the announcement

Saiki loses his powers so it doesn't matter if he becomes a public figure

-> Now Saiki has no way to protect himself from guys like the ones who tried to knock the bookshelf on him, who aren't under the control of the Kokomins, and guys like that will be everywhere

Saiki is publicly Teruhashi's bodyguard but privately her boyfriend

-> Ok this could be a fun fic but I think they'd both really hate it when anyone hits on Teruhashi because she's technically single. Saiki already risks his reputation publicly protecting her so he's definitely going to get his ass in trouble in this situation.

Teruhashi escapes the Kokomin problem by being an out lesbian, and Saiki just goes around as Kuriko in public

-> Saiki forced to effectively detransition, and the 100% male clone rate highly implies that every single version of him is either born male or transformed into a male

Teruhashi decides that she would happily give up being in the public eye for Saiki

-> In practical terms, how could she do this? Using Hypnosis or disguises all the time is going to be a huge problem.

-> She could publicly humiliate herself in some way to get the guys off of her maybe?? But God loves her too much to let that happen and Saiki wouldn't want her to do it either.

-> You could deus ex machina a scar or other disfigurement onto her but OOF. That's too far imo, they can just date other people at that point hsfjdlshfks rip

Saiki uses Mind Control to make Teruhashi's beauty normal

-> That's gonna have some wild unintended consequences probably

-> A Teruhashi who is just normal-looking is not really recognizable as a Teruhashi any more, as it would force her to change so completely. She can't depend on the kindness of strangers any more, there would now exist women more beautiful than her which would probably cause several crises, she's no longer a main character, she'd have to reformulate her whole identity and philosophy. Entering OC zone...

Saiki uses Mind Control to make it normal that he's dating Teruhashi

-> That's also gonna have some wild unintended consequences probably

-> Now they are trapped in this relationship, whether it goes well or not. Because now the whole world thinks Saiki can, should, and must date Teruhashi. That kind of pressure is never healthy for a relationship </3

Saiki uses Mind Control to make it normal to have powers so he doesn't need the privacy

-> Now you've created My Hero Academia

They're kinda star-crossed lovers to me, rip. Both of their lives would be so much easier dating practically anyone else. And of course there's plenty of romance in trying it anyways, but I just can't see how they could make it work and be happy... 😔

i think the thing that is interesting to me about teruhashi is how she not only doesnt hate the attention she gets, not only enjoys the attention she gets, but actively and punishingly chases it. While also simultaneously hating it.

She cant get any peace or quiet, she can’t express her real personality, yet she pushes herself to know everything about everyone so she doesnt have any flaws whatsoever, she can’t just be the sweet pretty girl, she has to effectively make it so everyone she meets forms a one sided relationship with her because it feels like she cares about them. not only that, She initially is totally friendless, because “girls are intimidated by perfection and anyway i dont have time” or something (i don’t remember what she actually says but it was along those lines)

in the beginning she isn’t standing up to anyone, even creepy guys who clearly dont have her best interests, who internally she hates. The only time she gets close is her brother because he not only disrespected her but publicly embarrassed her in front of someone she cared about.

Initially it seems like the only person who sees her as a human is saiki, to everyone else she’s practically an idol, or even a fictional character. Which is insane because she’s NOT. She’s a 16/17 year old girl in highschool.

And despite all of this, she pursues it. She needs everyone to admire her more than they admire anyone. She is willing to put herself through eating actual trash to achieve this. She lives her life like an idea rather than a real person, like she’s a writer except the character she’s writing is herself.

Someone please send her ass to therapy